#fortuniis

[ssouverain]

why does everyone think i need help...

[qingxn]

These two just wanna traumatized encore don't they

[kycmu]

“are you going dance on the line with me?” @fortuniis cristoforo to scar

"EVEN IN ARCADIA" BY SLEEP TOKEN PROMPTS

𓇻 ───

"Is our playwright finally wanting to be in on the action?" He laughs at the idea, knowing how private and behind the scenes the other man was. After all, the other didn't revel in the spotlight like he or Phrovola did--the subtlety was something that made him stand out.

For a fanatic like Scar, that part was necessary but he didn't quite enjoy as much as just making the climax of a story memorable while being fun. While he can set up a story, his preference was shorter and to the point rather than taking the time to tug and pull people's limbs like puppets.

He adores the spotlight and the attention, anything to show how superior his ideals were and how much change was needed. A one act show versus a continuous play, it didn't matter to him. The Fractsidus overseer wanted both styles, the lament wanting all types of stories whether it be natural or manmade.

"Unless you want me to do all the dancing? I don't mind that either, if it means I can stretch my limbs for a bit." Scar shuffles the deck of cards in his hands, enjoying the sound of it lingering in the air.

"Something slow like a waltz? Or fast like a tango?"

[ccaptain]

@fortuniis: ❝ Oh !  You're that funky little… Hmm…  ❞  Guy ? No, no… The aura about Kaeya was somewhat similar to THEIR own Emanator. Empty, yet present. Yearning to be more, yet the vessel would never truly allow for such a feat. How tragic ! Aha is aware of Sampo’s own burning desires, had tried to help him by giving him this sort of twisted second wind, but oh… What is this child of Mythus for exactly?   ❝ Thing !  ❞  THEY finally decided upon. Laughter follows, but the sound is not made in mockery. THEY are merely giddy from the atmosphere. ❝ It’s not surprising that Sampo has taken a liking to you. He seems to be into oddities. ❞ (inbox call from aha)

   As a deity of the cosmos, it's very fitting that Aha meets a creation of Enigmata on his knees- wide-eyed, confused at the sudden apparition in an otherwise desert planet. The Aeon of Elation meets Kaeya in the peculiar time where he's trying to get rid of a grease stain, caused by motor oil, over the bridge of his nose. Not exactly presentable to meet someone, but....

   Dark, four-pointed star of a pupil watch THEM with curiosity, quiet and careful- up until the newcomer mentions Sampo.

   And then it clicks, because there's only a person- well, not quite, that could sensibly know what he is and know Sampo, too. ' Oh! ' The creation of Mythus seems more animated now, a sparkle in rapidly widening pupil. ' You're Sampo's boss! Well, kind of, ' Kaeya circles THEM, wariness gone from his behavior. All that's left is just genuine curiosity, and a sprinkle of genuine excitement.

   ' I've never seen an Aeon take an human form before, ' another quarter of a circle around THEM. ' I didn't knew this was possible! I mean, of course Aeons can do something like this, but seeing it? Woah! ' Another quarter of an Aeon-circumnavigation, and he's back in front of them, visibly excited at seeing this phenomena with his own eye. ' Um, I can offer you something to drink! We have coffee, but also I just fixed the popcorn machine! It works. ' The colorful stall beside him gives an exhausted cough, as if to deny this claim. ' -kinda! After a few kicks. '

   The mention of Sampo does elicit something else from him: fluster. Violet-hued digits in the end of his ponytail, licking at his shoulder just as a blush creeps up his cheeks. ' Um, I like him too- I know he likes me because I'm odd, but if we ever say it with words just like you did, he vanishes in thin air like a magician and I usually find him soaking in the pool. ' A pause, accidentally hilarious in retrospect. ' Fully clothed. But that's okay! He's very buoyant. '

[rosewiltd]

🎾🍷🔥

( my rp experiences / accepting !! )

🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write

honestly? you'd think it'd be fluff with how much i love making muses smooch, but i actually find it quite boring and repetitive sometimes. i like to spice things up with angst and maybe some psychological horror thrown in for extra flavour tee hee.

🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for.

none. any muse i have ever wanted to write, i have inevitably made a blog for. did they always last? no, but it sure scratch the itch.

🔥 my hot take about the roleplaying community.

i find dni lists — in terms of faceclaims and fandoms — seem to invite more drama than their worth. if it's about someone that's legitimately dangerous, that's one thing; people are different. people are scary. but as i've gotten older, i just wonder why people feel the need to broadcast every little thing they don't like. if something bothers you, curate your space by all means!, but it feels like an invitation for arguments or confrontations to have a mile long public list of faceclaims and fandoms you don't wanna interact with. idk. just. don't interact with them then. if someone follows you that hits one of your dnis, don't follow them back? softblock/hardblock them? not everything has to be considered a personal attack or slight.

in the same vein, because im on roll, we as a general community post entirely too much of ourselves online. you do not owe anyone your life story. you do not owe anyone your psychological, medical, or emotional diagnoses. you do not owe anyone your location. you do not owe anyone your genealogical breakdown. not to sound like the resident Dinosaur™, but internet safety has completely gone by the wayside in the last 10-15 years. it is entirely too easy to locate someone based off a few simple facts sporadically posted on your blog. i would know. i was sent an anonymous love letter to my house from someone finding one of my old inactive rp blogs and piecing information together. that's so scary!!! and that was a good ten years ago now. i'm sure it's only gotten easier to find people with the way platforms like tiktok, and technology like AI and tracking has evolved. just. for the love of god, protect yourselves.

[aerosung]

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , | accepting.

@fortuniis asked: 040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean. from cristoforo!

Endless   blue   painted   the   skies   above,   doted   faintly   with   white   fluffy   clouds.   It   was   a   pretty   sight,   made   prettier   by   the   view   of   the   ocean's   sapphire   waves   down   below.

an   inspiring   scene!   With   a   content   sigh,   the   crimson   haired   bard   sat   pon   a   rather   large   rock   while   slender   fingers   lightly   strummed   at   the   melodic   strings   of   her   lute.

"Hmm,   mmm,   hmmm   ..."   gentle   hums   parted   rose-tinted   lips,   silken   lashes   fluttering   closed   as   Ciaccona   imagined   the   lyrics   to   her   next   song.

It   was   a   delightfully   peaceful   moment   ...   until   her   concentration   was   broken   by   the   crackle   of   boots   walking   across   gravel.   Verdant   eyes   snapped   open   and   her   head   turned   to   see   who   this   new   arrival   was.

"Ah,   Salutations!"   she   greeted   once   they   met   her   view.   "this   is   a   beautiful   spot,   isn't   it?"

The   man   was   elegantly   dressed,   and   concealed   his   face   with   a   mask   ...   giving   off   an   air   of   mystery   ....   naturally   she   was   intrigued.

"Just   hope   you   don't   mind   my   music.   ~   Really   can't   help   myself."

[chasedflames]

                 [     𖤓    ]         IT  WAS  ALWAYS  STRANGE  —  seeing  his  professor  outside  of  his  usual  nest  that  was  the  Grove.  It  was  no  secret  that  Professor  Anaxa  hated  trips  to  the  city.  Okhema  was  LOUD  and  quite  congested  at  times.  For  someone  who  preferred  the  silence  of  nature,  Phainon  could  understand  how  being  in  the  city  could  be  overwhelming.  —  So  why  would  Anaxa  be  here?  If  he  hated  the  city  so  much,  why  come  here  at  all?  It  wasn't  as  if  he  didn't  have  others  who  could  run  errands  for  him.  Despite  his  reputation  amongst  certain  people  in  the  city,  he  still  was  well  respected.  Of  course,  this  occurrence  was  one  that  sparked  a  certain  curiosity  in  the  former  student. 

                ‘  It  isn’t  everyday  I  see  you  outside  of  the  Grove,  Professor. '  Phainon  was  quick  to  sport  a  smile  as  he  approached,  wanting  to  keep  this  interaction  as  relaxed  as  possible  despite  his  slight  concern.  With  a  slight  tilt  of  his  head,  his  expression  shifted  a  bit  as  his  curiosity  made  itself  evident.  ‘  Is  there  a  reason  you’ve  come  to  Okhema?  ' — @fortuniis

[resonaet]

@fortuniis liked! / cristoforo & delfina!

"I don't get you," the child says from her rickety wooden perch, looking down at the man. What she means, of course, is I don't like you. Phrolova has her playing a normal little girl today, so the mayhem's been postponed; Fina spent most of the day in the Black Alley, playing at being a homeless orphan beggar and gathering up information that only the truly poor have access to. "Do you even have a goal? It always just seems like you're playing." It's annoying. SHE BELIEVES IN THE END THE FRACTSIDUS PROMISES. People like him — who seem like they only pretend — piss her off.

[fleuredelys]

Trips outside of the inverted tower of Avinoleum are rare and far in between, punctuated with a sense of exhaustion due to the strain it supposes to send sacred reverberations to the distant Ragunna and the melancholy that settles deep within her heart as one voice in the back of her head makes itself manifest: that life is not for her.

This once, she went out of her way to be present in a very special occasion that warms her heart every time she came to witness, as a distant echo of a reminder resonates within the confines of her mind that there was once a time when she, too, would be part of it. But she had to resign herself to the position of a spectator as the Carnevale unfolded before her very eyes. Cartethyia is no stranger to the darkness that lays concealed betwixt prayers and gospels to the Sentinel from her own observations, nevertheless... it is a true joy to witness humanity's resilience against the tides of discord.

A contained smile hidden behind the veil of serenity makes its way to her features as she approaches one of the men that had taken part in the Carnevale, hands folded neatly on her lap as she walks up to him with unhurried grace. ◜I congratulate you for your contribution to the Carnevale. It was a true joy to see with both mine eyes.◞

@fortuniis ☥

[enigmatiic]

@fortuniis asked:

❝ So, you’re one of the Enigmata’s ! ❞ Aha cants THEIR head, as a result, the small top hat that sits askew slides further down. Not quite enough for it to fall away, but it’s teetering rather precariously close. ❝ Coincidentally, one of Sampo’s favorites as well. Now, how did that happen, hmm? ❞ (inbox call aha to gallagher)

Red eyes drift over to where they spotted this one that was speaking. The way that Gallagher almost instantly knew just who this one was when THEY spoke. Biting into the ice cube he'd just popped into his mouth with his front canines, it crunches immediately into pieces. It takes no time to melt which allows him to answer easier.

❝ That's correct, what have I done to get the attention of the Aeon of Elation? ❞ He's holding back the fact that it was probably... definitely Sampo who was behind that but not... at the same time. He pulls his tie a bit loser as if he had let it get tighter somehow.

❝ Looking for THEM? Mythus? ❞

[memorytidex]

❝ Sis… Did you really have to bring up the milk incident ? Surely there were other things you could've told them that would have preserved my dignity while ushering them out of the workshop. ❞ gepard to serval askdjg

"Hm?" She looks back at Gepard and instantly she puts her hands on her hips, a feigned, pouted frown on her face. "It was the best thing I can come up with. Besides, to this day, I bet you still don't drink your milk." Despite being taller, stronger, and an adult, Serval worries she still has to force milk into his system.

She can remember all the mornings, where she would force him to drink his milk. It got to where, she had to promise that if he drank his cup of milk, he can have whatever to drink later in the day. She needed her baby brother big and strong, otherwise he'd stay tiny.

"I thought a day would come when you'd listen to your dear sister, Geppy and drink your milk." @fortuniis

[qingxn]

@fortuniis bennett sc

"Luka, wait up!!" he cried out, feet carrying him as fast as he could to catch up with the other. once caught up with him, bennett could only offer his best puppy dog eyes and hands clasped together. "Let me come with you! I-I can help!"

[kycmu]

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano. (okay but probably swap because brant never actually learned to play the piano shh - for xing)

actions speak louder than words

𓇻 ───

There's some hesitation that comes with playing in front of others, a nervousness she's not used to feeling--staring down foes and enemies rarely brought this sort of flutter in her chest. She feels Brant's eager gaze on her, feeling excitement waft off of him as he positions his hand next to her.

She's taught others before, at least from what Shorekeeper had told her. Muscle memory had kicked in when she had been learning from her former student, the music remembering her even if she didn't. Brant was used to performing and she couldn't say no when he caught her playing the melody her heart had become accustomed too.

It's important since this was the first time "she's" teaching someone.

The thought settling in her stomach and helping the butterflies land. The piano is different from the ones at the Black Shores but she's able to feel the familiarity.

"The notes are...this one, and then this one." The press of the key plays the first few notes to let him hear the sacred melody from her memories. Her hands shift over his, guiding him to do the same. She glances up, almost bashfully and is thankful he was focused on the notes her hands guide him on.

"Then this one..."

Her free hand plays the next notes, repeating the melody with his hand again. She starts from the beginning, letting him get a feel for it himself. When he presses the keys, it was so assured--and helps her feel the same, the slow melody of a dear song filling the air.

[xushi]

@fortuniis. following a particularly rough battle, the sender goes to the receiver to suggest that they help one another to remove their clothing and check one another for injuries.

shānghén is used to it. the aches that never quite subside. the blood on his hands, in his hair. his clothes are undoubtedly stained. if not for the fact that he's wearing so much red, it'd probably be more noticeable. but, what he is not used to is having others who care about him. if it's genuine ? it's .. undecided. he helps further the organization's goals, and for some people, that's enough of a reason to show concern. he isn't quite sure where cristoforo falls.

as cristoforo helps him peel off each of his layers to better inspect his frame for hidden injuries, shānghén looks away. why's he feeling shy all of a sudden ? this isn't the first time that they've done this. it likely will not be the last. maybe it's because .. he doesn't like looking at himself. so, he can't help but wonder why his comrade would be okay with gazing upon his tattered frame longer than needed. there are others that could do this. help him. it doesn't have to be him. yet, he has chosen to come to shānghén. willingly, on his own. ODD.

an arm eventually ghosts around the blond's waist, before slipping a single finger through a spied tear in his shirt. he's not sure when it happened. maybe when his companion came to his aid amidst the battle ? not that his help was needed. shānghén would have managed on his own. somehow. and if not .. then that'd be his own fault. fingertip grazes against bare skin, before he boldly prods at him.

touch .. he has a complicated relationship with it. on one hand, he craves it. he wants to feel important, needed. he desires affection, of all sorts. and touch is obviously the best way to feel something. but, on the other hand .. there are a lot of bad memories that resurface when vulnerability is introduced through physical touch. for now, he'll swallow the repulsive feelings down. forget about them, for today. his concern for the other's wellbeing outweighs any personal feelings he may be struggling with.

god, he'd never admit that to his face.

" .. i know how to fix it. " maybe cristoforo knows, too. he is resourceful; they all have to be in their line of work. but, the point is, shānghén feels like helping, on his own, without needing orders to convince him to. such a rare occurrence. " leave it in my chambers afterwards. i'll give it back to you tomorrow. "

[thawofeons]

𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻   𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈

𝓳𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫

you   crave   adventure   and   wisdom   .     a 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎   𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛   ,   you   love   to   read   and   you   might   not   like   school   but   you   appreciate   the   opportunity   to   𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗   𝚗𝚎𝚠   𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   .     for   you   ,   we   are   all   here   to   live   and   learn   ,   and   you   want   to   experience   all   the   possible   opportunities   on   this   planet   —   you   also   have   a   good   sense   of   what   is   𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠   ,   and   you   stick   to   the   facts   when   it   comes   to   arguments   .     you   seek   a   life   that   gives   you   new   surprises   at   every   turn   ,   and   you   won’t   be   scared   .     𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠   𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢   .     however   ,   you   often   get   too   wrapped   up   in   the   logic   of   things   and   neglect   your   personal   life   .     sometimes   you   don’t   know   when   to   stop .     every   once   in   a   while   ,   when   you’re   wrapped   up   in   feeling   like   you   must   do   everything   ,   𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞   𝐚   𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩   𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤   ,   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞   .     your   life   will   be   fulfilling   .     take   pride   in   the   small   things   .

⊹   𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠   :     @aerosung   ,   @kycmu   ,   @lunaetis   ,   @silentchords   ,   @sortilegii   ,   @huijarii   ,   @fortuniis   ,   @prudenze   ,   @resonaet   ,   and   @fleuredelys   &   anybody   else   who   wants   to   do   the   meme   thing   !

[aerosung]

these violent delights. | accepting.

@fortuniis asked: "what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth." from cristoforo to ciaccona

Eyes   of   verdant   narrowed   into   a   glare,   Ciaccona   knew   well   that   his   words   weren't   ones   of   sympathy   but   rather...   mockery.   The   smugness   painted   pon   his   visage   was   a   clear   give   away. 

 "is   that   all   you   wanted   to   say?   If   so   ..   I'd   prefer   you   left   me   alone.   With   all   my   current   problems,   having   a   WOLF   follow   me   around   is   the   last   thing   I   need."