#hope this is okay!! uvu

[quietlyblooms]

memories that linger | love and deepspace

there's always been something pushing against you. and not in the metaphorical, woe is you sort of way, but in the way that... well, you can't quite put your finger on it. there's nothing metaphorical about it, you think, but anyone else would swear it's just your luck. you believe that, too, when you aren't so displeased with the way things are going. there is something that tries to force your hand, change the choices you want to make.

you realize that sounds crazy. that's why you keep it to yourself.

you've stopped resisting the push so much these days. you feel it like a hand upon your back, urging you forward and into the hunter association's ranks despite your dream of publishing your manga. it feels simultaneously wonderfully right and terribly wrong, though the development of certain events quickly steals your attention away from that invisible hand. you want answers. you need them, and you'll march in whichever direction that leads you to them.

additional details

in this verse, i'm writing chiyo as the mc and toying with the concept of past lives like the game does, though i may also sprinkle in a little itty bitty bit of fourth wall stuff -- like chiyo having the thought, " this is like a game, and someone else is making my choices. " as a treat <3

but the focus will be more on fate bc chiyo really hates it as a concept, and that's so much fun to write in this setting :' )

when interacting with other mc's, we can decide if we'd like our characters to just so happen to be in the same boat, having grown up with grandma and caleb, etc. if not, i have no problem writing chiyo in her main verse! there's plenty to work with either way and i'm happy to adapt!

bc chiyo's parents and grandmother play such important roles in her development, they're alive and well until wanderers kill them during chiyo's freshman year of high school. this event leads to josephine taking her in. she was a friend of the family and as good as a second grandmother to chiyo.

i'll likely think to add more when i'm not sleep-deprived and as i progress in the story, but if you have any questions, just let me know <3

[pomellon]

Thinking about sad Koolish in the dragon au, how Karl got stuck in the crystalised state just as Foolish flight broke apart and Bad just vanished. The survivors of Foolish’s flight move one, leaving their old dens that are now tainted with bloodshed, but Foolish stubbornly clings on. He wants to figure out what happened with the carnage dragons, he wants to find Bad, and he wants to find a way to wake up Karl.

So he spends years, decades, centuries, looking for clues and following loss leads, all the while collecting knowledge and books about crystallisation. Between his travels he returns to his old dens, to Karl’s crystal. He will talk to him, read books out loud or tell him about his travels, how his search for Bad is going. Every so often he gets really frustrated and upset, he will beg Karl to please wake up, yell at him simply to fill the silence when the loneliness gets too much. He always regrets it afterwards, and then he will curl around the crystal that becomes smaller and smaller as Foolish grows over the years, and he’ll wish for his talonmate’s warmth. 

The saurian world is very chaotic, with wild magic and shifting domains and terrains. The area where Foolish’s flight used to be changed from a lush green forest, to sprawling fields, to a rocky canyon over the centuries. Foolish always remembers the way back, memorising new landmarks and keeps a detailed, constantly updating map, but one day when he returns the dens are gone.

He spends months searching the area, flying overhead in search for them, digging until his talons bleed in hopes of finding them. But they’re simply gone, and so is Karl. Then the extinction event happens, and Foolish is forced to move on to survive. 

He’s plagued by nightmares, of Karl breaking out from his crystal only to find himself all alone, awake but still trapped in cold darkness with no way out, let to wither where no one can find him. So despite fighting for his own survival, Foolish promises himself to return, to keep searching, and for the first time he prays to the gods that Karl will stay frozen until he can get to him.

[despairforme]

Maybe it's a weird question but what's is Nnoi's apartment layout (and general vibe)?

[ Not a weird question at all anon! ;O; Sorry for taking so long to respond, I originally wanted to build his apartment in Sims and show you, but T-T My computer space said no LOL. But here we go!

The layout is something like this. A pretty simple one-bedroom apartment. A little more cramped than this, with less floor space, and less storage space. Nnoitra also has a shower instead of a bathtub.

The general "vibe" is actually nicer than you'd think, because he had help from two of his female friends with decorating ( @adelha-mathilde and @earthlcved ). As long as he keeps it tidy, it's almost cozy. There are pillows on the couch and houseplants, and even some wall-art. Nnoitra just let the girls do whatever they wanted tbh.

The view from the apartment is straight into the neighboring building, so you can hardly see anything but a concrete wall. It also means very little natural light makes it into the apartment. Nnoitra is lazy when it comes to lights, so a lot of the times there is like one lamp in the corner that's giving light to the whole room.

Nnoitra often gets into depressive episodes where he doesn't clean much, and so the kitchen is almost always dirty, with the sink filled with dirty dishes. There are also piles of clothes scattered on what little floor there is. He never makes his bed. He also has a huge TV that covers almost the whole wall in the living room (much larger than the one shown). ]

[strywoven]

@goddessrisen has requested a story : “ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ”

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Such a thing strikes so very TRUE TO HEART , puts a shimmer to already gleaming complexion , the wee god-thing seeming to p r e e n at the elder celestial’s words.  Hands clasp against burning breast , body pivoting forward into the other’s space with ears perked aloft and sapphire hues t w i n k l i n g as they breath out a hopeful , ❝ Ye really t’ink so ? ❞  Can one even consider to deny this , the picture of JOY made manifest ?

Alas , no sooner have they asked , no sooner have they allowed room in their heart for the hope of her sentiment to take root than those OLD WOUNDS begin to reopen , bleeding all over what might have been a lovely moment between them ( & one kaen had been seeking , for they look up to hyeon , aspiring to be like her in a way all unrequited admirers do ) .  Their fingers tense , knotting tighter together where they sit , antlered head lowering to rest chin atop their knuckles , eyes briefly closing as they concentrate on staving the a c h e which rises in them , that incessant u r g e to deny , doubt , deflect ⸺ ❝ Th- Thank ye , ❞ Kaen says at last , their tone more resigned than accepting ( some things cannot be helped ) . 

They lift their head again , offering Hyeon a weak smile , ❝ Ah’m glad tha’- tha’ e’en if Ah cannae see it in m’self , at leas’ others can see it fer me.  Y’know love’s a’ways been important ta’ me.  More’n anyt’in’ , really. ❞  What a SINCERE little doe , aren’t they ?  Always with this silly , idyllic notion of LOVE OVERALL .  ❝ Ah’m not great wit’ takin’ compliments , but Ah’m glad ta’ ‘ear one from ye.  Means Ah’m doin’ somet’in’ right , Ah guess ! ❞  An awkward , if not bashful , laugh follows.

[musezieren]

@pluviacuratio liked for a starter

Gale raised his hands defensively and made a step backward, away from the cleric. An uneasy smirk on his lips. "No, no, please. Use your skills on one of the others. I am not that injured, and would not want to sponging up your precious spells..." A worry he seemed to never have with Shadowheart. But a cleric of Mystra? He'd feel wrong accepting that. Something inside him fought against it. She hated him, he had betrayed her. Forcing his old beloved to heal him through a mortal hand? He could not do that. "I also have a lot of healing potions, I slowly get back pain from carrying them all around, anyway." He laughed, awkwardly.

[byanyan]

pls imagine ur muse waking up in the middle of the night only to see byan just standing there at the end of their bed, staring at them. and they're just so casual about it. something something "hey, you're out of—stop screaming, it's only me—you're out of frozen waffles"

[tvrningout]

y'all please forgive me if i repeat myself a thousand times about muses like chiyo :' ) i honestly can't help myself sometimes

[chimeric-art]

Iris belongs to @duckroulette :> <3

[quietlyblooms]

the guilt of taking!! the shame!! the disgust!! giving and giving and giving not just out of love but bc there is an overwhelming guilt that comes with asking someone to sacrifice for her!! shame when she's not strong enough to stand on her own!! disgust with the person she continues to be, stagnant in one place, and someone else is seeing it!! giving is a defense as much as a display of love!!

[tvrningout-a]

yells!! i'm gonna update my resume and put in some applications but i don't wanna!!

[balladccr]

"Just remember! No one will ever be able to hate you more than you already hate yourself."

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[despairforme]

      Kicks in a door !! For fun !!

[princessonia]

@kibo-no-akademi 🌹

Sonia had a tendancy to wander in her free time, particularly during her earlier days at Hope's Peak, the mundane student life being anything but to someone like her. Now and again, she'd peek in the classrooms designated for particular areas of study, and it there was always something interesting to find at a school catered to societies most elite. Today she'd happened upon the fine art's wing, poking her head into the painting studio. Approaching the girl quietly situated at an easel, her focus was more-so set upon the beautiful work before her, half finished but already extravagant.

"Amazing," Sonia announced herself, clasping her hands together at chest level as she marveled over the girl's shoulder. "I have seen many paintings at our castle, but I have never witnessed the work that has been put into one!"

[solivcgant]

don't mind chara sprinting at eiji full speed , arms open wide . " papa ... !!!!!! " happiness to form that morphs into anger , eyebrows knitting , " where WERE YOU ?? " oh goody , here comes the plastic toy knife they have wielded above their head like a machete @knifvd

at first, he opened his arms wide to prepare himself for the hug. and then he'd send mc a text that chara had WILLINGLY called him papa without needing to be bribed. at least that was his intention until he saw the plastic TOY knife ready to hack, slash, and then proceed to stab him. to anyone else, it would simply look like a family playing a rather violent but IMAGINARY game-- but he knew better. still he'd rather not face the consequences of avoiding their tackle and be told to sleep with one eye open. again. so he stood there, arms held open as the plastic knife swung down. "where have i been? where have YOU been? i didn't buy your favourite brand of cereal just for it to collect dust on my counter" he explained with a laugh, hesitantly reaching forward to pry the plastic knife out of their grasp to replace it with his hand, "does MC even know you're out here?" with me? but he left that UNSPOKEN as they walked forward. "should we grab something on the way back to surprise her?"

[tresradiossolis]

@securitybreachdd locked in on Sunny!

Sunny had been running the daycare on his own for a few months now. It was very different from when he first started alongside Moon, but it had always been so, so much easier.

That didn't necessarily mean that things were perfect, though. While he was absolutely doing a good job, meeting the children with comfort and patience and played along with them without stressing them out, he just couldn't do nap time.

The dark absolutely terrified him. It'd been so long, yet the fear and anxiety that struck him as soon as the lights dimmed down was all the same as when Moon was still around. Except when they completely went out, he didn't turn. He just got what the mechanics honestly couldn't describe as anything else but a panic attack.

And he still got overwhelmed. Had he been a new robot, had he not been the remains of his former self, maybe he'd be more capable of handling all the kids, alas... none of those things were the case.

So he had heard the staff speak amongst one another. Granted they didn't frequent the daycare as much as the rest of the plex, but he had caught a few whispers here and there between them... whispers of Moon coming back.

To say that the thought absolutely terrified Sunny would be an understatement. His focus had been completely messed up, he seemed more jittery than normal, and the staff only took this as a sign that they needed to make it happen sooner rather than later.

And so they shut down the daycare for a day. Surely that'd be enough time for them to get accustomed to one another? Last time the daycare was shut down this way, was when Sunny got his programming removed, so he expected it now. He knew something was coming. So when he heard the approaching steps from the outside, he had hid away in the shadows behind the towers surrounding the ballpit, eyes locked on the door leading into his beloved daycare.

[crimsonfacets]

A New Years Kiss for Vaggie from Charlie ofcccc ❤️💕

Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve

Their bedroom balcony was the perfect place to watch everything go down from; Pentagram City, like many sections of Hell, went absolutely insane and tried to outdo one another with the biggest, loudest and most obnoxious fireworks known to demonkind. Humans, predictably, were going to be extra like that even in their death. It has to be the baddest, it has to be the biggest, and it has to absolutely block out the sky with color.. Even if it could lead to one HORRIBLE migraine the next day. But, whatever. Point being as that the duo had one hell of a view of everything while huddled up together, Vaggie in Charlie’s lap cradling her cold wine glass and nuzzling her head beneath her princess’s chin.

POP! POW!

The other advantage of their location? They had the city clock in view, and Vaggie was counting the seconds. Three.. Two.. One..

The Manager captured Charlie by her chin and tilted her head down suddenly, planting her lips to her lover’s with a rush. It was a sudden kiss, but it lasted - more passionate than it had any right of being. A kiss meant to steal all the breath from the princess’s lungs and leave her dizzy. Vaggie even pushed her wine glass away to clasp the sides of her face to hold, pulling her in closer.

And it lasted well past the clock’s echoing chime. When it did end, half-lidded eyes mooned into Charlie’s, a smile on her girlfriend’s black lips. “Feliz año nuevo, mi amor.”

* Happy New Year, my love.