#ivoryrabbit

[thestargatherer]

Lost Souls

@ivory-rabbit

This place was... familiar. Odd, in a way, since Virgil didn’t recognize the silent trees and their sloped branches or the pathless earth around their roots. It was something he felt in the heart, a sense of familiarity that soothed against his skin and soul. 

This place was timeless, like the ancient ruins buried beneath the sands. Magic, in a way, but in a sense of being that simply was. It reminded him of someone, tickling the back of his mind, a friend, and yet he couldn’t put his finger on it in the sleepy haze of stirring from a Wandering. 

He stood barefoot in the soft soil, boots in hand and bag over his shoulder, as if he had been preparing to go somewhere before he Wandered off. He slowly tucked his boots into his bag, absently so as his odd eyes roamed up to the still, silent canopy above him. 

He didn’t belong here, Virgil knew. This place wasn’t for him. Yet at the same time it was too familiar for him to try to find a way out, so instead he took a cautious step forward and another as he went further in. 

“...Aya’yorn?” he called out softly into the quiet, tentatively, because it didn’t seem right for him to talk here in this place. A navnik’lar, like those long forgotten temples and sleepy, hallowed spaces long untouched by a living soul. But there was that familiarity that tugged at him, and his feet moved in a single direction as he searched for the cause.

[cagcdbird]

@ivory-rabbit​

Six months, three weeks, four days. The significance of those numbers were as such: it was the last time that she had spoken to Techie, and the last time that he had seen her. She had not said where she was going, nor what she had intended to do. The only inkling was the soon-to-be untethered rage that sat quietly behind unfocused eyes. 

This vengeance was not for her; she had exacted her own the very moment she’d decided that a massacre had been the only way to gain freedom. They’d deserved it, she’d reasoned. They were not good people. And though her moral compass was so incredibly, irredeemably skewed, Fleurette understood when retribution had to be delivered. 

Protect the weak; defend those who could not defend themselves. Punish those who would do them wrong. Techie was of no exception.

❝Bonsoir,❞ greeted the lab rat, as she unceremoniously dumped a blood-saturated sack next to his workstation. Fleurette herself was caked in blood, some dried and flaking, some yet not and still slick on her albino skin. She needed to bathe, she thought idly. ❝You can sleep at night, now. I took care of those monsters,❞ she stated, as-a-matter of fact, nudging her offering with a foot.

[ivakir]

@ivory-rabbit stop admiring the damn dagger and help her l from here [🔪🔪🔪]

He took his hands away from the wound immediately, only the faintest hint of exasperation flickering through his usually serene, concerned expression. He knew better than to ask too many questions in situations like this, but they’d been attempting to fix this for a while and with all the information he lacked, it was hard to say whether they were running out of time or not before serious damage would be done.  “All right, all right, but we have to take that knife out eventually if we want to fix it.”

Since he was going to wait a moment until she told him she was prepared, the Guardian instead took the opportunity to examine it visually, tilting his head to look at the wound from another angle. The dagger that pierced her hand, right through to her gloved palm, was a wicked looking thing - a curved blade with an ornate handle, with dark jewels inlaid in the design. He looked at these pointedly, and at the runes that glowed like dying embers along the handle’s surface, before turning his attention back to his friend.

“This wouldn’t happen to be a cursed item, would it?”

"Yeah, sure, keep admiring this blade, I’ll stand here, I have the whole time of the world, it’s so nice to stand with the dagger in my fucking hand, and God, can’t you come up with a plan how to help me?!"

   Ivakir, who was in pain, was nasty. Ivakir, who was in terrible pain, was very nasty, because of which she could sometimes say things that she later regretted. Getting down here was not a mistake, and she absolutely did not regret that she had come down here. Surly caves, full of antiquities and secrecy - such places always attracted the witch, just like cheese attracts mice. Which was usually in a mousetrap.

   After wandering through dark and dusty corrirods, they managed to find a hall with a bunch of corpses and skeletons of different stages of decomposition with a dagger in the center of the room. "Stood" was the right word to describe the position of the dagger, because from the side it seemed as if it was hanging in the air, "standing" on its blade. The light falling from a high ceiling made the room look like a stage.

   Ivakir remembered her grandmother's instructions: “If you see a cursed object, never touch it with your bare hands. Who knows what people touched it and what they did before with their hands”. The one could see a rag next to the dagger. Obviously, Ivakir's method didn't work.

   Having the dagger pierce your hand was painful, and there was no point in describing this pain. It was enough to look at the witch's face, which was covered with sweat. Ivakir should be paid tribute: she heroically held on. In addition to sweat, tears streamed down her face. Iv was crying. Now was not the moment to be ashamed of this.

"Alright, that’s what we will do," Ivakir inhaled and exhaled. There was no hope for Twig anymore, given that he was more interested in the dagger than helping her. "There is a flask in my pocket, and bandages and pills in my backpack. Give me them."

[eritvita]

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@ivory-rabbit

"Oh, Heavens!” shouts Roland, bent his crouching knees at the rift of this boy’s short-sighted falling; held out the open bouquet of thrice-picked flowers, absolutely upon a whim. Doth Roland’s face borne worried, e’en as his gesture is seen appropriately and given its pleasured thanks.

“Art thou injured, verily? Thine needle is glistened perfectly and pointed ‘twards the sky, and thou art creaked of craggy things to tear the holes ‘pon other clothing. Art thou scraped?” inquires he. He sits on his haunches with the flowers in bloom betwixt, and his ears, pointed plainly with the shadow of paltry things, twitch in earnest.

[daedaluscried]

@ivory-rabbit​ ‘s soft sweet warlock Eden: How should I deal with this situation?

Michael, his patron:

[magicianbound]

Kieran or Fitz, whichever one you prefer [[ If you like! ]]

Drop your muse’s name in my inbox and I’ll reveal my muse’s opinion of them…

Kieran

Most admirable quality:

“I respect that he’s so dedicated to his duty. I don’t think I could stay in one place long enough to be the guardian of anything, anymore.” 

Most attractive physical feature:

“He moves so gracefully—when he’s not a tree, of course. But it almost seems like he still is, in a way? This is going to sound trite, but…it’s like he retains the same elegance, like leaves on the breeze.” 

Most annoying habit:

“He seems a bit too concerned with safety and rules. Traveling between realms can be dangerous, but not if you know what you’re doing. Which I do.”

Something they would like to do with them:

“It probably isn’t possible, but I’d love to learn how to shapeshift like that. I wonder what kind of tree I would be…”

Fitz

Most admirable quality:

“His power might be unorthodox, but he has quite a gift. It’s difficult to control a power like that at the best of times, but especially without any training. It’s impressive that he’s learned how to do it on his own.” 

Most attractive physical feature:

“He’s got this soft, uncertain way of smiling—I know he’s shy, but I wish he’d smile more often.”

Most annoying habit:

“I get the feeling that he doesn’t think much of himself. It isn’t annoying, but it is a shame; magic is all about willpower, and I know he could do anything he wanted, if he tried.”

Something they would like to do with them:

“I’d love to take him exploring, help him go to new places and see new sights. I think he’d love it, if he’d only let himself get out there and enjoy the world.” 

[knowledgebeyondbooks]

[ @ivory-rabbit, continued from the first portion of x]

A second set of bare feet lingered at the edges of the stream, mud seeping between his toes as Virgil watched Kieran pick his way across. The trees around them were growing dark as evening crept upon them, but there was no movement to return to the other’s quaint home yet. 

Shifting the small clippings of curious plants he had managed to sneak in along the way to his pocket, Virgil hesitated before cautiously reaching out, thin fingers taking the offered hand for support as he hopped across the mossy stones to join his... friend? companion? across the stream. 

“Where are we going?” he inquired softly, his eyes turning to look over the shadowed leaves above them. “We... we aren’t far from the house... are we?” 

[thequietpickpocket]

16!

Ask me about my OC! ~ always accepting

16: What are concepts they value? Virtues? What do they look down upon?

( I broke my answer into two parts — summary and details — because my explanation for some of these values/dislikes got a little long! Sorry if there’s some minor repetition/meandering in the details section! )

Summary:

Values: cleverness, honesty (but not to the point of revealing weaknesses), loyalty (but not when people becomes clingy/dependent on each other), perseverance, bravery/fortitude, levelheadedness, defiance against unjust authority (in general, standing up to cruel individuals), independence (self-reliance), perceptiveness, enthusiasm (when justified), adventurousness (but not recklessness), adaptability to difficult situations, flexibility (taking advantage of opportunities to improve one’s own wellbeing, connected to cleverness), steadfastness

Dislikes: blind obedience, reliance/dependence on others for survival, arrogance, idealism, gullibility, shallowness (people who get caught up in trivial matters), people who refuse to defend themselves (people who are overly tolerant of offenses against themselves), overly trusting people (to the point where they willingly reveal their weaknesses and vulnerabilities), unfaltering selflessness (she believes some selfishness is necessary for survival; although she’d never admit it, seeing someone who is consistently selfless also makes her feel guilty for her own selfishness), over-sensitivity (emotional), excessive greed and indulgence, people who betray/abandon their close friends and allies, cruelty and needless violence/torture in any form

Details:

Mika values cunning — she admires anyone who shows wit and cleverness — even if this means deceiving people. She values independence and self-reliance. She also appreciates it when people are willing to listen. Despite her silence, she is a very curious child and loves asking questions to anyone patient enough to answer. It just takes her a little longer to scribble what she wants to ask. She values honesty, but not to the point of revealing weaknesses (which she considers a foolish risk). People who are kind to animals immediately earn some of her trust.

She dislikes cruelty, needless violence, and torture in any form. She looks down on people who betray their friends and allies in a time of need. This is a bit hypocritical since her restlessness and distrust of others has led her to abandon people during her travels (though she didn’t consider those people “close friends,” and she does feel guilty for it). She also looks down on anyone completely dependent on other people to survive. In general, she looks down on anything she once deemed a weakness in herself and strove to overcome/hide/suppress when she realized she needed to survive on her own.

In particular, she looks down on people who are prone to excessive whining about their situation. She considers complaining a waste of time — it doesn’t change/improve anything, so it isn’t worth doing. She is only empathetic when she believes someone is truly justified in complaining — when their situation is truly terrible. When they aren’t whining/sulking about something trivial, or simply whining to earn pity. She likes people who acknowledge the reality of their poor situation and strive to endure and overcome it without needless complaining.

In other words, she looks down on people who simply stop moving when faced with adversity. Mika believes in always continuing to persevere and move forward. In her mind, sitting in one spot complaining (mentally and/or physically) won’t accomplish anything. She believes in never looking back, forcing herself to focus on the moment. Dwelling on the past is painful and only distracts her from surviving in the present. But at the same time, she is both literally and figuratively running away from things and memories she doesn’t want to face.

[variousmethodsofescaape]

Being able to just be still and spend time listening to the rain was still sort of unfamiliar. He couldn't hear it from his location in the Block, and even then the rain that fell around Sector 13 was usually toxic and best to avoid. The sound was soothing, and the weight of someone else's head on his chest was also, in its own way. He carefully combed his fingers through the other's hair after a moment's hesitation, "It's pretty - you uh... can't really hear it in the Block."

It’s ridiculous how cozy he is. The sound of rain always has a way of being comforting, apparently doubly so while curled up with Techie, who’s soft and warm and liable to put him sleep with the way he’s stroking his hair. As far as nightmarish hellscapes go, this is one of the better days spent trapped in a bleak dystopia. There’s definitely shittier floors than the one he lives on, at least.

“I guess it’s the little things.” It’s weird. He’s usually doesn’t like physical contact, but that’s not the case with Techie. Aleister’s not stupid, they clearly have a thing going on here; it’s just that Aleister hadn’t expected it. He’s rarely interested in anyone in such a context. “It’s almost peaceful. Normally that’d make me nervous but frankly, I’m too comfortable to give a shit.”

@ivory-rabbit

[penniesfortheferryman]

There is a suddenly shiver that passes up the length of the ferrymen’s spine. It vibrates deep within him a second later. It was something so sudden, so, shocking. That it worried him truly made him worry. 

            “... what...?”

@ivory-rabbit // closed.

[intothewildsea]

💛 🤞 🥇

💛 - You’re a dear friend to me. 🤞 - I’m always wishing to spot you online to improve my dash experience.🥇 - I think you’ve done a brilliant job with your muse. 

RABBIT ILU SO MUCH

honestly you are just so sweet and lovely and nice to talk to and <3 <3

this is the happy dance i do when we get to talk

[thestargatherer]

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

"And you will continued to be loved dearly." Virgil smiled, a warm, gentle thing as he squeezed Kieran's hand. "You are a very dear friend. It'd be with great sorrow to let you go."

[cagcdbird]

@ivory-rabbit​ queried: Ooh, do those soft ship questions for Techie and Fleur - those are cute! [[ If you like, of course. uwu ]]

send me a ship and i’ll tell you

who hogs the duvet techie. fleur doesn’t mind, though, so long as he’s content and sleeps well for once.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going fleur regularly checks in with techie, now that she understands how voice to text dictation works. she likes to call him when he’s available, though, as his voice makes her heart flutter.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts techie. he has an excellent grasp on the simple things that make fleur smile.

who gets up first in the morning techie, i imagine. this is usually protested by fleur, who just wants to spoon for five more minutes.

who suggests new things in bed techie, and it always surprises fleur. doesn’t stop either of them from being coy about intimacies, though.

who cries at movies fleur. she is... a softie. i think techie is regularly concerned with her emotional reactions.

who gives unprompted massages fleur. she loves feeling techie relax under her touch, and lives to bring him a sense of calm.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick fleur. she fusses incessantly over techie when he falls ill and will nurse him back to health, despite being at risk with a weakened immune system.

who gets jealous easiest fleur. she won’t admit when she’s jealous, but i’m sure it’s clear as day in her behaviour.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music god, i imagine techie. why does he strike me as the edm type? and it completely clashes with fleur’s love of classical music.

who collects something unusual fleur’s smooth pebble jar sits on the kitchen counter. she regularly finds new additions when they go to the beach. techie even finds some for her at times.

who takes the longest to get ready techie. not for any particular reason, he just kind of dithers. fleur is hardly ever in a rush, so it doesn’t bother her.

who is the most tidy and organised techie. i imagine he’s very aware of her inability to see, and makes a conscious effort to keep things organised so she can find them.

who gets most excited about the holidays fleur. they’re a novelty for her, so techie humours her excitement.

who is the big spoon/little spoon fleur is little, therefore little spoon. that being said, she’s more of a ❛sleep with her face in his chest❜ type.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports techie. fleur is very... not-competitive.

who starts the most arguments fleur, but not without good reason. she has very little filter and will vocalise her complaints.

who suggests that they buy a pet fleur 100%. techie probably has to dissuade her from regularly picking up strays off the streets, with the exception to blinky the cat. he had no say in the matter there.

what couple traditions they have beach visits are commonplace. fleur loves the salty ocean air and the sound of waves, and it helps to remove both of them from a more technological environment.

what tv shows they watch together conspiracy documentaries probably take up a huge portion of their recording box.

what other couple they hang out with ew, no. these two have poor social skills as it is.

how they spend time together as a couple if she isn’t playing piano, fleur loves to read. she quite likes the comfortable silence involved in letting techie tinker with odds and ends. she just likes to be near him.

who made the first move fleur. what was first an innate desire to protect him blossomed into quite the fervent love. it came as a surprise to techie.

who brings flowers home techie. he knows that it makes her smile so hard that her cheeks hurt, and they always end up pride of place in a vase somewhere.

who is the best cook fleur is... really trying her best. she’s not a culinary mastermind, but deserves an a for effort at the very least.

[ivakir]

◑ !! [[ Also I love your writing, just wanted to let you know. ;x ]]

It’s Munday!

◑ What is a side to your muse you want to show off, but haven’t had the chance to yet?

I will continue a little from the previous post, where I say that I am a little tired of writing her only from her funny side. Okay, like, I really like to write funny things. I feel good writing them, I love them, I believe that humor is very underestimated here, I like to amuse people, I love it when they tell me that my threads and answers from Ivakir cheer them up. I am always pleased. But this is not always the side that I want to show. Ivakir is a rather lonely person who has certain problems with building relationships with others, with attitude to herself and other problems that extend from her childhood. But sometimes I just don’t have the opportunity to show all this, because I just don’t have time or opportunity. Either the partner goes inactive, or the threads are constantly dropped, or they unfollow me. I don’t want to jump over everything to simply show that, because she has too many things to just let it all down and play it right away. I like pre-established things, but only from the position where our characters know each other at least a little.

(Every time I read compliments that I write well, I understand that all the literature lessons where we were forced to write essays like “What is the symbolism behind the blue curtains?” (like, no jokes here) and make in-depth analyzes of the characters, were not in vain. Thank you.)

(🌼 learning Russian with Kasei: “girls, sorry, I cry again”)

[eritvita]

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@ivory-rabbit

The smell of a wound and the adrenal glands of faunic panic ‘twere what drew Roland to the pocket’d area in the first place, and he stops dead in his feet whence he sees the cosmic creature--- entity, star-spirit, fawn of the Sky!--- wrapped most precariously and absolutely heart-breaking within the thin wire of the cruelty of Man. Roland squawks brightly in his fright and rushes to aid swiftly.

“My Goddess of the Purest Intention, what hast happened to thee?” exclaims he, rhetorically; taking careful fingers to touch the dangerous edge of the wire, closely seen the wound doth brought from a long Moment of struggling ... and conferring quietly with himself so as naught to faint!

“Hath I no pliers,” admits Roland miserably. “But, here, stay very still; I wilt bend the wire from thee, and thou wilt be freed. Be calm,” nurtures he.

[daedaluscried]

@ivory-rabbit​

Ari, teaching Quinn about her beliefs and why death isn’t something to necessarily fear.

Quinn: