#m putting it in this verse

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

@raven-6-10

This

Hmm...

I would set this in the Deep City verse, actually. Make it a story that Noctis found in the royal archives as a kid, when he was there searching for information about his magic.

And there he found the story of Aurel Lucis Caelum. He was the son of the Conqueror King. He had two younger siblings, Tempestates and Maris, and one cousin named Justus. All four had the potential to inherit. But then Aurel did not manifest magic.

By the age of 13 his father disinherited him from the direct line and he became Aurel Caelum. Later texts would call him the Forgotten Prince.

The text Noctis found is full of holes, brittle and old and written at least 2 generations after it happened as a copy of a copy, so it's hard for him to know what happened, but the story picks up again after Tempestates had been King for a while.

It goes that Justus died from a poisoning, Maris married out of the family, and all of Tempestates's children were born sickly and died early.

There was no one to inherit the throne. No one but the children of Aurel Caelum, who all showed strong magic.

Tempestates was relatively young still, at 39, but was already suffering badly from the stasis sickness that claims every Lucis Caelum king before they reach 60.

So Tempestates reinstated Aurel into the family proper, so one of his children would inherit. The oldest, Cremes, was already 17 at this point. (Aurel 44)

The old text doesn't really mention what happens next other than telling of Tempestates's untimely death at 41 and Cremes's coronation following that.

Your bloodline is known for carrying superpowers, but you didn’t inherit them. And so your family cut ties with you. But after having children who did inherit those powers, your family tries to reinsert themselves into your life.

[milimeters-morales]

i was collecting scenes and i found another part where Miles is touching his face out of stress!!! you love to see it (a character habit consistent throughout several types of media)

[deus-ex-mona]

pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)

like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…

[problematicprojectionist]

At least help her, Henry, like bandage her wounds and such. Sure it will waste time with the projectionist snooping as usual, but would you rather leave a kid badly wounded?

[space-writes]

Chapter Seven

In which Rizeth plays dress-up with his boy, and Ashenivir makes some fun new friends

[ID - a purple decorative divider]

Apparently, serial novels were a popular pastime in Waterdeep. Ashenivir, exploring the market whilst Rizeth was off running more mysterious errands, had found a whole stall of them and, for a few coppers each, bought entirely too many. He’d made the mistake of starting Hard in Hightown on the way back to the apartment and the next thing he knew he’d devoured six of them, the last one ended on a cliffhanger, and it was dark outside.

“You can’t leave it like that!” He turned the book over, as if he’d find the rest of the story hidden in the back cover.

“What are you reading?”

Ashenivir nearly threw the book across the room. He’d been so absorbed he hadn’t heard Rizeth come in.

“A serial—Tethras ended it in an irresponsibly irritating place, and…” he glanced at the dark window, “…and it’s too late now to go back to the market to find the next part. What are those?”

On the table, Rizeth had laid out two packages. One Ashenivir had seen before—it was the one that had vanished into the bag of holding the previous day—but the other was new. Rizeth carefully folded back the paper, revealing a glint of metal—another toy, maybe? Hopefully better made than the gag had been.

“Come here,” Rizeth said. Ashenivir left his book on the couch, piled with the other five, and went curiously over. He caught a brief glimpse of cloth, silver-grey and midnight blue, before he was ordered to strip.

He was out of his clothes in a heartbeat, grateful for the heating runes Rizeth had, as promised, put up that morning that allowed him to do so without a second thought for the freezing weather outside. Excitement buzzed in his chest. It had to be a new toy, and his Master must be finished with his errands for the day, and though it was dark, it wasn’t all that late, there was time yet before dinner. Ashenivir started to kneel, but Rizeth caught his arm.

“If you do not like this,” he said, more seriously than the situation seemed to call for, “you do not have to wear it.”

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Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso (ask to be +/-)

[truly-quirkless]

@eyesxonxme asked:

“Hey hey hey~!! I have a proposal for you!” Ayame grins as she skips over to Fin. “Would you like to model with me???” ~🌟

[Prompted? || Accepting!]

"Ma'am, I appreciate the offer---- but I have a job,...n' I am decidedly not photogenic, besides that." Why--- was this supermodel approaching them--- they were so confused. "You do look insanely fun t'model with- but I have t' decline." Why approach them about modeling? They were just a construction worker--- and besides that, they weren't remarkable to any degree.

Was this woman okay?

Though they'd be lying if they said that was a massive boost to their confidence. Surely she was on drugs or something. Blind? Maybe?--- They turned their head. Nope, no one behind them. What...?

[the-smallest-star]

m!a: Gritt is a teen again, but has his memories still

".... great, now I'm not allowed cigarettes or alcohol. You're a dick." And his clothes are too big.

[hum--hallelujah]

and if I said that Hum Hallelujah is the most p2 "love song" to me and didn't elaborate on that? what then?

[thevalicemultiverse]

To Alice and Smiler:

Is VD actually terrifying when he's really mad, like about to snap your neck mad?

Blades in the Dark

Smiler: Well, it takes a lot to get him to that point, and he really tries to keep his temper under control --

Alice: He has the ability to hit people with lightning and summon portals to the depths of the Void Sea, so very much yes.

[milimeters-morales]

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LETS GOOOO LOOK AT HOW MY BOY WEAVES THROUGH THESE THROWS

[vaedar]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

「 𝚅𝙰𝙴𝙳𝙰𝚁 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈𝚂: 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 」

You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!

Tagged by: took it from @stormbcrn and has been in drafts for almost a year woops Tagging: whoever wants to do it!

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

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[xbadnews]

[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds || @weaverots

Percy had always, admittedly, had an innate fear of magic. It was powerful in a way that Percy could never know, never wield. ( maybe he was jealous, privately. not that he'd ever admit it. ) he'd tried to even the playing field with his weapons, but… they were only good for tearing through people, not healing them. perhaps this fear, this jealousy, is why he is thankful when Gale pulls a poultice from his pouch, rather than opting for any magical alternative. it doesn't offset the bitter aftertaste of accepting help from the wizard. it's an easier taste to swallow than that of vulnerability, than admitting that he needed help.

his jaw is set stubbornly as he tries not to betray his sentiment, thick awkwardness permeates the area around him. It's how he looks past Gale, trying to focus on anything but what he was doing. he'd yet to learn very much about his traveling companion aside from their shared condition. Percy thought he ought to at least thank him. if Percy could push past his silly pride, maybe he could.

it stings when Gale dabs at the congealed blood that had gathered on the surface of Percy's wound, likely an attempt at cleaning it. a goblin had taken the courtesy to bring their blade down on Percy, leaving a wicked grin of a gash spitting blood down his side. it would have been irritating had he taken the time to think about it. percy clears his throat.

"I've never been good at this sort of thing, " Percy admits, his voice stiff. He should have feigned a bit more grace, but he thought they both had an excuse after the day they'd had, " is it a skill you picked up in your studies? or is this a special occasion? "

[msommers]

found these lost amongst the million folders i have full of unfinished wips and may as well toss 'em up here bc i'll almost certainly never finish the intended 3-4 set

[sffroncloaked]

She is not the most familiar with this time. Centuries linger like dust in the eye. She blinks, and no longer does she dwell in lush, moonlit glades, smelling nightshade in the dark underfoot. Now, it's pavement beneath ember feet, concrete fortresses spring amongst temples and smoke chokes the stars till they fall and scatter in spilled oil on the streets. Though, no matter where ( or when ) she is, at least there is always Selene's gentle light that shines over all, steadfast amidst all that is so transient.

But there is more that calls her here.

Cold words cut from chocolate sweetened lips, youth that belies ruthless control. Mortals are so fixated on such illusions, though she too once clung to such ideals till her knuckles bruised, donned her laurels as he donned his rosary. For your idols or against, doesn't it engulf the mind all the same ? That goal you stalk towards like the scent of blood in water ?

Hiding is fun, but now, her golden head tilts towards him as she makes herself known, at once part of the shadows and a flicker of warmth in the orange that cloaks her.

A smile slides 'pon her face in that panic that stalls his heartbeat just for a moment, pale hands raising, empty and peaceful.

❝ You keep quite interesting company. ❞ She muses, her gaze narrowing as she drinks him in. ❝ But it takes its toll on you, does it not ? ❞

☽◯☾ :  @m-11o summoned the witch !

[freezegirl]

" if you don't make a splash, you're just gonna be another anonymous name on a list of expendable shit-munching drones. "

askbox fun with @proditeur

"way ahead of you," khione says dryly, stealing a mini spring roll out of the basket, dipping it in sweet-sour sauce and devouring it in two bites. "my entire existence is the splash. and i think mother and father would rather perish instantly than be anonymous names on a list of expendable... manure munching drones. there would be execration, if not riots in the street."

khione likes regulus. he's charming, and funny - if a bit prickly. like a rambutan! even so, he gets what it's like and khione can count the people who truly get it on one hand.

a beat and then: "you should do spoken word. you've got the talent for it." a way to bend colorful language to his will, a way to bend his breath around the tongue.

the line cook and owner of the paper lantern is an old lady. her tongue as sharp as it is quick. she mutters something in cantonese that sounds suspiciously like a curse when one of the patrons catches a replay of the news.

nancy lu, their waitress, translates. tells them that the owner isn't a fan of all that new-fangled technology. much less when it disturbs the other patrons. even less so when it disturbs her.

it's about the crown, because of course it is.

khione's already praying, internally, that she'll never have to face the crown when she goes out into the field - whether that's part-time or full-time.

it's been said that the crown has the innate ability to erase, modify, or construct memories in any person against their will, after all, and professor medulla has made it abundantly clear that while khione is skilled at making sure that her surroundings don't get turned into a winter wonderland indefinitely, she's less than skilled when it comes to protecting her own mind.

"what about you? have you made the splash yet or will you, ah, join team manure munching drones?"