#crystalcracked

[thefatalmarksman]

What does your muse think is my muse’s most attractive feature? (A Compilation, bc I am too lazy to put them all as separate asks but feel free to comment on any of them pls and also i am Still Accepting these)

@deathleads sent: " The Lips. The eyes and the way you look at me, of course. Everything about you is attractive. "

@crystalcracked (or whatever url, if you ever plan to rp roche again but obvs never any pressure but i love this response) : "what's attractive about you? hm. absolutely fucking nothing. if i kiss you it's to get you to shut up ;)" this is definitely said with a not so subtle smirk from the speed demon, though.

@impetuousheart sent: [impetuousheart thinks every square inch of the man is his most attractive feature 😤😤😤 definitely not something embarrassing like his ability of understanding or his laugh or his caring nature he definitely doesn’t have]

@bidotheuncanny sent: so sorry for the wait i have been busy with Life. bido thinks xigs most attractive feature is...... i mean does the leather count. it isnt an inherent feature or anything but. aside from that definitely his Swagger and Confidence. as for actual physical features, maybe his smile, or his scar, or his waist... generally though he finds the whole package. chefs kiss. very good

@envioussin sent: most definitely that jawline ( for the attractive feature meme )

anonymous sent: His voice, especially as Braig/Xigbar

"Trust me, folks, there's more than enough of me to go around. I'm never one to leave my adorin' fans unsatisfied."

except roche, he can piss off

[strywoven]

@crystalcracked has requested a story : ❛  please just let me help you.  ❜ // slides some love from Ky to Dyn perhaps?

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Communing with Thra is regarded as a SACRED THING .  However , any Dustling worth his salt in sense will tell you being born a Foreteller is less a gift , more a c u r s e .  Unlike the esteemed sages of the tribe , Foretellers can hold conference with the world in an unknowable , terrifying way , always seen as holding one paw fixed in the moment and the other thrust beyond the veil as if to seize hold of the knowledge that awaits ( it is fear , you may say , which sullies their reputation so ; what one does not understand they discredit merely out of being afraid ) .

This c o n f e r e n c e happens suddenly – typically – with little time to prepare.  It comes like an assault , leaving the animal transfixed and spellbound , FORCED to endure the message.  No matter the scant couple of times Dyn’lo himself has experienced his own visions , at the expense of a ‘ gift ’ he did not care to receive , he never became accustomed to the sensation of it.  And tonight , he falls VICTIM to it again ; helpless as ever to its possessive paralysis , with little choice but to listen and see and UNDERSTAND all that Thra intends to tell him ( though he prays she comes with good news , he hopes she means to leave him in good spirits ) .  He’s only just enough time to cast open the window , to let in the late-hour light of the roaming Sisters ‘fore it takes hold entirely and – in barely a moment – his eyes have gone pale , a g l o w and staring far , far off while claws grip tightly to the windowsill , his mind already gone and AT THE MERCY of the unseen misers.

Reality is STILL & QUIET ; nothing in the room moves in the moonlight save for the occasional prickle of static humming from Dyn’lo’s pelt.  Internally , he becomes o n e with all that is and all that must be ; he becomes a melody in the eternal , though ruptured / wounded heart-song of the world , sent hurtling like an abandoned star into another place , another time ( at least , at first ) .  From the rush , rouses a meager c l a r i t y ( he is home , but not home at all ) , then suddenly : one scene , followed swiftly by another and another and another , each of them in rapid succession , all the information swelling and compounding so fully it takes all the Dustling has to follow what he’s being told.  But he understands enough of it – from how he is shown the day Xehan’ra is pronounced dead , to the moment when the last kit sleeps and does not wake , to the way the smoke from the funerary pyres have hung like a warning smog ‘round the homestead – his tribe is DYING , his people are LOSING FAITH .  And they are all but a few steps shy of complete r u i n .

In a voice not a voice at all , he calls to the aether : what do you intend me to do ?

The strangeness begins to shift once more ( through the tides of the ephemera he hears the dissent of those few still living : we’ve served our place with the dousan long enough ! if nothing is done they will kill us ! they will kill us ! they will kill us — ! ) and at last deposits him in the Hall of Hearing where he finds Ayn’ra in solitary repose , clinging to her mother’s scepter , asking for answers just as he is.

❝ Ayn ? ❞  He tries and to his surprise , she turns towards his voice , though does not seem to see him.  She looks startled , fixed into an anxious daze but the least bit relieved to h e a r him.

❝ Dyn’lo … ? ❞  She peers closer , trying to catch a glimpse of his spirit speaking to her.  She shakes her head , ❝ I- I don’t understand , how is this possible ? ❞

Truth be told , he wasn’t so sure himself.  But he is sure he was brought to speak to her for a r e a s o n , and he doesn’t intend to squander the chance— Until there comes a great tapping from somewhere ( on his real shoulder ? on his real body ? what is happening ? ) .  The forger ignores it , trying to concentrate on the vision already beginning to flicker out of focus.  ❝ Ayn , I haven’t much time— ❞  He knows he’s speaking quickly , he knows it only worries her further , he can scent the fear in her , can see the flash of unnerving distress in her light-hued irises.

The tapping comes again , a soft tenor calling worriedly out to him from far off.  He pushes past it , keeps trying to hold on to Ayn , keeps trying to reach out to her but his time is already up , he can no longer speak and she can longer hear ; the veil has already closed back ‘round them , separating them.  ❝ Dyn- Dyn’lo ?  Oh , have you truly gone ? ❞  It’s a PAINED way she speaks , full of desperation , full of s o r r o w .  ❝ Don’t leave me alone , don’t leave me— ! ❞

Dyn’lo is rather literally thrust back into himself waiting there in the camp , sending him slumping down to his knees onto the floor in a heaving , breathless mess.  ❝ No , ❞ Dyn’lo groans , letting the after current of pain sink its teeth into his skull , ❝ No , no no no no ! ❞  He was so close , if only he could’ve had more time— !  But what stopped him ?  Taking a few breaths he slowly , unsteadily , lifts his head , looking towards the one who had interrupted him.  ❝ Kylan , ❞ The acknowledgement comes out HARSHLY , bitten through the sharps of teeth and half-snarled , making the other recoil slightly.  ❝ You - ❞ He takes a breath , ❝ You should not be here right now , it’s late. ❞  Not in any condition to chastise someone , but he’s certainly leaving little room for rebuttal.

To his dismay , Kylan is quick with response , mentioning he took notice that something was strange , that he only intended to help since the forger looked to be in pain ( verily he was , a psychic fit was oft’ painful ) .  Please just let me help you , spoken gently and in earnest , hands already making to help the larger creature to his feet.  But it’s no use , Kylan may well be moving a monument from its roots ; Dyn’lo needs time to recover , there’s no going anywhere for the moment.

❝ Leave , Kylan. ❞  Dyn’lo tells him sharply , shaking his head , swatting away his hands.

The protestations begin and Dyn’lo bangs his fist onto the dirt of the floor , sending an upstart of electric current , ❝ NO ! ❞  The Dustling rounds on the smaller , sharp teeth snapping , large body bristling with a furious crackle of power and anger.  True to effect , Kylan is forced to recede several steps , both startled to confusion as much as fear.  ❝ There is nothing to be done , do you understand ?  I’ve already RUN OUT OF TIME !  Now , go !  You can do me no favors but leave me to g r i e v e ! ❞

[shireentheunburnt]

Character Traits

SIC STATS !   (  BOLD ALL THAT APPLY.   ITALICIZE LEANING OR FORMER ) 

WEALTH  —

$  financial : wealthy/ moderate / poor / in poverty

✚  medical : fit   / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable 

✪  class or caste : Upper/ middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure 

✔  education : qualified/ unqualified / studying / other 

✖  criminal record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY  —

◒  children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent / had a child or children 

◑  relationship with family :  close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased/ verse dependent 

◔  affiliation : orphaned/abandoned / disowned /adopted + raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable / verse dependent

TRAITS  +  TENDENCIES  —

♦  extroverted / introverted / in between 

♦  disorganized / organized / in between 

♦  close-minded / open-minded / in between 

♦  calm / anxious/ in between (depends on the situation) 

♦  disagreeable / agreeable / in between (depends on the situation) 

♦ cautious / reckless / in between 

♦ patient / impatient / in between 

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between 

♦  leader / follower / in between 

♦ empathetic/ unempathetic / in between 

♦ optimistic / pessimistic /in between 

♦  traditional / modern / in between 

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between 

♦ cultured/ uncultured / in between / unknown 

♦ loyal/ disloyal / unknown 

♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS  —

★  faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist/ agnostic / it’s complicated 

☆  belief in ghosts or spirits : yes / no/ don’t know / don’t care 

✮  belief in an afterlife : yes / no /don’t know / don’t care 

✯  belief in reincarnation : yes / no/ don’t know / don’t care 

❃  belief in aliens : yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care 

✧  religious : orthodox / liberal / in between /not religious 

❀  philosophical : yes / no / somewhat

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION  —

❤  sexuality : heterosexual/ homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual 

❥  sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless 

♥  romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless 

❣  sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited 

⚧  potential sexual partners : male/ female / agender / other / none / all 

⚧  potential romantic partners : male/ female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES  —

☠  combat skills :  excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none   

≡  literacy skills :  excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none 

✍  artistic skills :  excellent / good / moderate/ poor / none 

✂  technical skills :  excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS  —

☕  drinking alcohol :  never / sometimes / frequently/ to excess 

☁  smoking : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess 

✿  other narcotics : never/ sometimes / frequently / to excess 

✌  medicinal drugs :  never / sometimes/ frequently / to excess 

☻  indulgent food : never / sometimes/ frequently / to excess 

$  splurge spending : never / sometimes/ frequently / to excess 

♣  gambling : never / sometimes/ frequently / to excess

Tagged by: @the-dimitrescu-seamstress (thank you :-) )

Tagging: @thelordslight @damselledove @ignisregina @crystalcracked @adversitybloomed @notenoughmuses @breakbcnes

+Anyone who wants to :-)

[wolfvirago]

Game Grumps — Pokemon: FireRed  {Sentence Starters} [accepting] [x]

@crystalcracked said: “It might kill me in one hit, but it might not.” // slides Donnie over maybe?

"Do you really want to bet your life on a gamble like that?" They needed to have a proper plan of attack, if they were going to face the enemy. Robin wasn't the best at planning ahead in these circumstances, but she figured that her companion would have some ideas to toss at the wall.

Speaking of which...

Clasped in her hand, she threw a rubber ball at the wall and ceiling, watching it bounce in angles that were almost predictable. She didn't have a brain for the mathematics of it, of course, but it was fun to just engage in a action such as this one.

The rhythmic ka-thunk of the ball as it hits the wall also helps her think.

"You have a shell, which is a good shield, but I dunno. You know more about these guys than I do. My expertise is in monsters, not humans."

[terraeferae]

@crystalcracked​ asked:  🌺💖

𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺

🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

//PSPSPSPS, CMERE! C’mere and let me love you! I’d love to chat with you, and plot things out, and write some stuff with you! You don’t need to stay afar ^_^

[fcreststridcr]

Tighnari groaned as he felt like his head collided with a large tree as the world was spinning, he gently rubs his forehead as his large ears twitch.

As he was adjusting to his surroundings, something was off. This didn't look like Sumeru or in fact Teyvat for that matter and if so, then, where was he exactly?

He slowly got up before dusting his clothes off, his long fluffy tail swaying back and forth as he ventured.

His eyes scanning everything around him as his curiosity took hold, his mind unaware if anyone or anything was nearby as he slowly walked.

@crystalcracked

[ceaselxss]

Roche is gonna tug on his ponytail… just because.

Turns around and pistol whips him.

[tvstarkuma]

@crystalcracked

"Except Adachi-baby! Maybe someday he'll be able to find good taste?"

[hearherheartbeat]

-- @crystalcracked ♥'d for a starter (which turned out very long because of scene-setting, oops)

These woods reminded her of home, in a way - though notably different from the forests she had grown up in, the air was still filled with an almost comforting chorus of chirps and murmurs. A squawk here, or a flutter there. Some of the sounds she half wondered if she might have recognised, while others surely belonged to creatures that were yet unknown to the young Na'vi. Kiri's fingertips gently brushed over foliage as she moved along the narrow path, taking in her surroundings with an inquisitive, golden gaze.

It could easily have been only her curiosity and sense of exploration that urged her onward, but there was something else that stood out to her about this place. Something that she could not quite name; an unsettled, uncertain sort of feeling. It seemed relatively peaceful here at a glance, and yet...

Though she was seemingly deep in thought, in this case that did not mean she was not paying attention, and her ears quickly flicked to an alert position at the sound of something charging noisily through the undergrowth. She was quick to move, ducking close to one of the larger trees out of caution... but the creature that appeared seemed relatively non-threatening. Close to her height, standing on four long limbs, with a round and wiskery face; it seemed awkward as it moved in this environment, but moreso it appeared nervous, spooked. Kiri clicked her tongue, carefully moving back into view with her hands held out reassuringly.

“Shh, mawey, lu tam...” Though it remained anxious, the long-legged creature slowed, shaking its head and digging at the mossy ground. It wasn't until it fully came to a stop that Kiri noticed something on its back, tucked between the long protrusions on its shoulders. A bag or pack of some sort, maybe? She was not close enough to tell for sure.

[seeasunset]

Transmission received from: @crystalcracked

Reading:

❝ An arrogant asshole’s no small problem, but it ain’t my biggest. Dyin’ is. ❞ // slides roche over maybe ?

❖

❝I can't blame you for having such fears. What lays beyond it is truly terrifying to think about or how you may end up meeting death. Ah, this topic must not be a good thing to go into. My apologies.❞

There may be a level of calmness to his tone and yet he seemed to be a bit interested. Curiosity got the better of him, though he shook it off. Certainly there is numerous things of such fears. While Vasco can't relate in that type of fear, he still tried his best to understand.

❝Now, the arrogant asshole in question.....❞

[strywoven]

@crystalcracked has requested a story : ❛ brush . work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . // and another one for kylan and amri <3

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

❝ Kylan , ❞ Amri’s voice is weighted with a note of drowsiness , dark eyes lidded and ears drooped slightly.  Each pull of the tines from the comb , however gentle , causes the Grottan to bob his head along to the motion ( if only to stop himself from dozing off ) .  ❝ I don’t mean to be rude , since this is a v e r y clearly sacred ritual of brushing your lover’s hair , ❞ He smirks when he hears the songteller give a humored huff behind him , ❝ But if you keep this up I might fall asleep. ❞  Can’t very well have that , can we ?

❝ And , and — ❞ Amri turns swiftly , suddenly catching Kylan by the wrist and leaning towards him , his smirk preening into a cheeky g r i n , ❝ If I’m to fall asleep so soon who will be awake to watch over you in the night ?  Who will you weave stories with late into the evening ? ❞  He nuzzles their snouts together and turns back ‘round , ears and chin held high.  ❝ I suppose , though , you could find someone e l s e to do all that. ❞  Teasing , surely , NOBODY ELSE could fill the role like Amri , they both knew that ( or so amri liked to tell himself ) !

[shireentheunburnt]

Thra

Shireen had found rest in her mother’s arms in the dark, cold room of a stone castle; closing her eyes in the strange safety of the older woman’s embrace only to open them with warm sunshine beaming down upon her and soft moss beneath her for a bed... “Mother?” She blinked in confusion, cradling her charred stag figurine to herself as she gradually sat up. “Mother, where are you?”

No response, not that, sadly, the child had expected one. Though Selyse had come when she had called, there had been hesitation on the elder’s part, and Shireen’s father had not come to her aid at all... 

With a soft sigh, the scarred princess pulled herself to her feet and gazed about herself. There was nothing familiar nearby, and the gentle daylight washing over the lush greenery was a source of unease for the child. It was winter, all was dead and blanketed by unrelenting snow, where was she that life was able to flourish like this? How far from home had she been taken?

“Hello?” the girl called again, hoping for a response from anyone this time, kind or not. It was better than total abandonement. “Hello, is anyone there? Please, I need help...”  

@crystalcracked

[historias-multorum]

The Vapran winced as she was about to get treated. Times were truly testing her as a warrior, as a sister, and as a princess. She should be dead, but the fates were on her side, shielding her from death’s embrace. This was one of those instances. 

[deathleadsarc]

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 -sends u many flowers, makes heart eye emojis at u-

´ ▽ ` )ﾉ i send you a bouquet of my looooove

[terraeferae]

@crystalcracked​ liked for a starter!

“What the-? Where... Am I?”

As she spoke, the green-haired girl glanced about in mild confusion, brows furrowing a little bit in the process. This certainly wasn’t where she remembered being earlier... Had she fallen asleep, and been moved somewhere else? No, that didn’t sound right... Sure, it was possible, since there was still much of the world that she hadn’t seen. But it didn’t sound right to her at all...

Last she remembered was something that sounded like lightning crackling around her... Perhaps that rift that she and Waxwing had gone to investigate had acted up? That wasn’t something that she’d ever heard of happening before...

“Ugh! What’s going on?!”

She couldn’t help but let out an exaggerated yell, leaning back where she was sitting and kicking her feet a little bit. Sure, it probably would draw a little bit of  attention... But frankly, she didn’t care.

Either that, or the idea simply didn’t occur to her. Which was... Probably more likely...

[tvstarkuma]

❓ i just got started, and i don’t know how to approach you // hehe i literally just got here. i mean we did have a thread before on my old bloggo so i'm eyeing you like 0v0 i'm back to torment teddy with adachee...

why aren’t we playing together yet?

((I remember your old blog, too! The moment I saw you I knew I had to follow you again.

Teddie and Adachi are equal opportunity torment from both sides. Possibilities are endless when both sides shoot. We can plot or you can send me a prompt whenever. I'm just a bit slow with my inbox at the moment... ))