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[feistyvampire]

galgenwerk said: “You can’t be serious.” | meme

That answer is enough to make him a little apprehensive, drooping his ears and stepping back to give Garry some space. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but this was probably bound to come up sooner or later, right? It’s the best he can do right now.

Still, he doesn’t really feel good about this, never intending to scare anyone with his status as a vampire. Far as he was concerned he’d made a friend when they met. But maybe that wasn’t quite going to work out depending on how the rest of this conversation went.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t lie about this. And I wasn’t trying to hide it either, but I don’t really drop information about this into a casual conversation with someone I just met.”

“But I won’t do anything to hurt you. I swear.”

Naturally though, it would be up to her whether she would trust him or not.

[softspokenlibrarian]

@castilium said: 🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket | meme

The weather was definitely getting colder, and even with all his layers he may have been sitting there shivering as he tried to warm himself up again from the outdoors. The cold was a nightmare for him with the way it seemed to make the pain that would flare in his legs feel so much worth when he got a chill like this.

Thankfully, he was able to take this moment to sit and rest, to catch his breath, in no hurry to go anywhere.

But still even as he had sat there shivering, he hadn’t expected someone else to take notice, jumping lightly when he feels something draped over his shoulders until he looks back to see that it came from a person, blinking as he pulls the added layer further around himself.

“You— um. Surprised me! Haha.” Oh, he feels like he’s being so awkward right now. “But I do appreciate it, ah… … … sorry, what can I call you?”

It would be nice to put a name to the face of someone who would go to the trouble of doing something nice for him despite them being strangers to each other, after all.

[lalaluuz]

"I hate when people ask me to explain my thought process. Like hell if I know."

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

"Dude, I know, right?!"

"Like, who knows what's going on up there. My brain's an enigma to everyone, including me."

[wiedzmacienia]

Would you rather keep living forever, or switch places with someone else and succumb at a normal life span?

so while i think this wasn't geared toward modern katarzyna, modern katarzyna is who you shall get for reasons. | would you rather meme responses

katarzyna isn't at headquarters often these days for her team largely operates on missions outside of the normal routines of the knights-- no they were called agents now-- which division held within it's ranks. she distances herself usually, so many more human faces in the modern age. it was the embodiment of what she'd fought so hard for lifetimes ago, cooperation. protection of her people, humans and supernaturals working together. supporting each other. she should engulf herself into it yet she can't. the witch is far from the person she had once been, too jaded, too hurt, and lost to the darkness that creeped into her bones. sometimes it was a wonder she hadn't given herself completely over to it, let herself fall into dark magic if it meant more power to defeat her foes. perhaps it's the only thing still left of the girl she'd been once before. a girl capable of loving, of gentleness, of caring instead of the hollowness that she felt inside the moment she'd woken up in her brothers arms with a brand burned into her back and poison in her veins.

katarzyna and the agents aside from her team did not mix well.

her indifference toward those labeled as colleterial damage (in most cases) made them uncomfortable. not that they too wouldn't have to make some of the same decisions (though they did operate under less extreme operations than her team did) but katarzyna no longer looked for work arounds on missions, no longer worried about those who might be innocent if they'd seen things they could not be allowed to go into the world with the knowledge of as long as the mission was done and the larger threat defeated. sometimes, when she tackles the drive to connecticut she lets her mind drift back to the past and imagines blue hues of disappointment looking upon her. (@honorhearted) but that was a face she would never see again. a touch she would never know again. and it's the wake of it's loss and the loss of the hope that person had inspired in her that had allowed her to dare to trust another that all traces of it had been overridden by the pain that had been unleashed upon her and seared into her skin. she couldn't recall that gentleness anymore, couldn't bare to think on it too long either. she was the product of what the world had made of her. so no, she was not one for missions with green agents often.

would you rather keep living forever, or switch places with someone else and succumb at a normal life span?

yet here she was, sitting across from one who was too curious for his own good. who was too bright and too awed for the world that was going to be thrust onto the human. acceptance of the supernatural was fine, even seemed more potent of a concept these days but the world they operated in was not for dreamers. they did the things others could not, so that they never would have to. this mission was going to either see the man sink or swim and if the former it sure as hell better not hinder the mission's goal.

the blonde witch is tempted to get up and relocate, leave the agent hanging on their question and review mission details. god, if she was going to be stuck with a human on a mission with so many variables in play she'd much rather it be elijah (@everythingheard). she knew he was capable even if he wasn't often in the field and he'd actually earned her trust in a way that few often were able to in the last century. hell, she'd even be willing to team up with constantine, at least he didn't hold the same qualms she could see springing up with this green agent. she doesn't leave though, her greenish-blue hues moving up to meet the agent's gaze and her allowing the briefest flash of memories... a smile, children laughing, two humans and a witch squeezing into a bed, an argument, a kiss... to play upon her mind. just for a moment, a moment that ceases her breath until she finally releases a shaky sigh.

"it is not that simple. i can't just trade places and if you're going to be in this line of work you need to understand that rarely is anything simple. but-- there was a time long ago when i would have given anything for that." when she would have given anything to be able to grow old along with the person she loved, to have been able to die with them, to have been able to give them more than twins.. but dreams didn't have a place in this world. not for people like her. "but i grew up and saw the world we live in. would i give up my immorality and trade places with someone else now? no. what good would that do if not to take out an experienced warrior for division's goals?" maybe in another life, she would have. a life she had something to give it up for. a life filled with love in the wake of war. a life that had finally given her peace for a while. but that wasn't her reality anymore and it never would be again. and it wasn't a life that the woman she had become deserved anyway.

"enough of such talk. tell me, how many ways do you know how to vanquish a wrath? your life may depend on it."

[stoicstoryteller]

@schleckermaul said: 💭 + technology | meme

“I still don’t fully understand it. Zhilan seems fascinated and insists it can be used for all kinds of things,” he holds his cellphone up to specify the technology he’s referring to exactly, “But I’m still having a hard time with it no matter how many times he shows me or explains it… am I just missing something about the so-called convenience? I’m always surprised how quickly he picks up new things…”

Meanwhile he still struggles to pay with this clunky device never mind searching up anything, which sounds convenient in theory but typing is harder then it looks! Haochen would still rather visit a library or bookstore first he thinks.

“And even the kitchens here are full of more advanced objects… … I don’t think I’ll ever be entirely used to the difference between here and Liyue.”

[floralalchemy]

@saintism said: "here, take my coat... you'll freeze to death in no time if you don't." | meme

albedo hardly ever registered that it was cold outside when this season rolled around again, perhaps to the shock of those around him. most of the time he had no issue wearing his usual attire, no extra layers needed — but he might need to start wearing more he thinks, to keep people around him from fretting so.

he certainly can’t tell her he simply doesn’t get cold if he wishes to avoid suspicion or further fussing, gingerly taking the coat to let it drape over his shoulders for now.

“quite honestly i hadn’t realized it had gotten so cold, perhaps i was too focused on what i was doing.” he’s quick to come up with an explanation now, smiling faintly at jeanne.

“but won’t you be cold without your coat?” he asks in return then while slipping his arms into the sleeves carefully. “i'll return it shortly, before i head inside.”

[midnightepiphany]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point

[qiinamii]

"Xiao does things" (and friends) twitter log part 2

-- UPDATE: removed some of the arts to make its own individual post since I am bad at organizing, sorry! (but the last one is new lol) xD

[feistyvampire]

@etargus said:🩸do they know it's a vampire bar? absolutely not | meme

Most people who wandered into places like this a majority of the time had no clue what type of place they’d come across, with maybe the occasional non-vampire coming by solely because they were interested in— well. Being a donor, to say the least.

Edgar couldn’t assume the latter of Archer, who seemed to be poking around the place curiously, trying to talk with people and asking questions to the patrons entirely unaware of the confused looks some were directing their way.

And unfortunately, it looked like Edgar would have to cut his own conversation short— just when he’d managed to find a cute random to flirt with. Just barely on the cusp of talking the guy into a little fun had been when he was distracted by Archer suddenly milling about the place, and once they spot him and beeline in his direction he finds himself glancing their way, touch of awkwardness on his face.

Hell.

He gives the other guy an apologetic look, who takes the hint and steps off for now.

“Hey to you too, but uh— I don’t think is the best place for you to be. You do know where you are, right? If you stick around you might become someone’s meal.”

Or, well, they could try— but Edgar sure as hell wouldn’t just let that happen to someone who wandered into the midst of the party unaware. “Let’s just, step outside for a sec, yeah?”

[softspokenlibrarian]

@lovelysincerity said: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ | meme

It’s not like he would mind, but that coming from someone he doesn’t know well takes him by surprise. Wondering if he looks that lonely, or maybe if he had been subconsciously giving a sad expression while by himself.

A little awkward now that he’s in company, he looks off to the side when he nods lightly.

“I suppose… I wouldn’t mind, but not if it’s troublesome. You must have somewhere to be?” He wouldn’t want to hold her up if so, so he feels it better to ask even when he moves over a bit to make space.

[lalaluuz]

scarlet, ruby, bumblebee, azure!

𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾. ( send one or more of these to get to know the person behind the blog a little better. )

[ scarlet ]  what is one thing you wish you could do?

God, I wish I could draw. I can't get my hands to cooperate at all, and it's so frustrating. I've been trying for years and I just. Can't. I wish I could, if only for like. fanart purposes. bluh.

[ ruby ]  give one random fun fact about yourself.

At my library, we have an annual comic fest (think a mini comic-con), and I took charge of the cosplay contest this year, and it went over so well I think I'm going to be in charge of it from now on, and I'm really proud of that (:

[ bumblebee ]  where have you always wanted to travel to?

I'd love to see every Disney Park at least once in my life. my family goes to Disney once every like 5-ish years or so, and we've been to Disneyland once. I'd love to see Disneyland Paris, Tokyo Disney Sea, and Shanghai Disneyland in particular.

[ azure ]  is there a specific character or type of character you want to write but never have? why?

I have a handful of characters I'd love to RP but I've never picked up. For now, I'll just mention one: Silco, from Arcane. I love his character, from his design to his demeanor. He's so... skrunkly, you know? I have absolutely no confidence that I'd even know where to start when it comes to writing him, beyond how he'd interact with other Arcane characters. If I ever did anything like... making a multimuse? I might toss him onto that. But I don't see myself making a multimuse.

[wiedzmacienia]

Would you rather give up your magic to live a normal life, or keep your magic and never hold any genuine human connections? (There's no anon option, so I guess I have to be called out lol.)

eyes narrow in the light of the campfire, wood crackling and heat meeting her skin that's made it crawl for centuries yet she can not move with the young boy who's head lays on her lap having fallen asleep (she imagined she'd have to carry him back to his tent at some point). maybe she shouldn't have come here, even if the knightley boys had asked her to when she'd been to see beth. they'd found a few soldiers they'd felt able to confide in about themselves, soldiers who seemed to accept them once one of them had used his powers to save the other, and it's from this that such a question has been brought forth. she knows it is not out of malice and yet, it still awakens something deep within her. a memory she's locked away for ages in the depths of her soul. maybe they think her standoffish because she is so much less open than the boys. but she can not afford to be like them when she must direct her forces by the day. these boys were young. too young and had yet to truly understand the world even if they were serving in an army now let alone understand magic or it's role in the world.

there was one day, no, a mere few hours within her life that katarzyna had wished she could have shed her magic from her body and lived a so called normal life. that she could have been as human as the rest of her village. the moment men who had been smiling at the children just the day before entered their home with violence and tore her and her brother from their beds, binding them and dragging them outside. when she had screamed for her brother as wooden posts had been erected. there had been no trial or recourse. no amount of pleading for their lives had halted them from being beaten for speaking the foul words of creatures they'd said. it had been them who had brought the plague upon them they believed. yet was it not the twins whom only sought to save an elderly woman from the pain of such plague? fires had been lit and pain seared their bodies and in those moments she wished they could have been anything but what they were. for to have been born as such had been their death sentence.

but then they had been reborn from the ashes and her whole world view had been shaken. her parents had given of themselves to bring them back and she no longer saw her power as something to shy away from. her parents had believed in magic. had believed in the worth of her and her brother and what they could bring to the world. and she vowed to never seek to be anything but what she was again.

to never be weak and powerless again.

greenish-blue hues move over the fire and meet the human speaking to her. was she not making a human connection now? perhaps once she believed being what she was separated her from the human world. perhaps in the respect that she lived longer than humans it did. but this war and the people she had begun to meet made her begin to question such. maybe making connections with humans wasn't about how long you knew them or preventing one's self from becoming close because of the eventual loss but the value of the time spent with them. no, she did not think having magic equated to a lack of forming human connections, genuine ones. not if she didn't allow it to.

after all, while it had never been the intention, she cared for-- no, she could acknowledge it was more than that now as she ran her hand through the young boy's curls, she held a motherly love for auggie in a way she had never believed she could possess before-- and tended to the human child more often than not these days. sometimes the intensity of which she believed she would protect the boy scared even her for if there was a choice between him and someone else, she held no doubt of what she would choose even if it could mean burning the world in the process. but did her love toward the boy not equate to a genuine connection? and was her magic not the very thing which could allow her to protect him? was such love not a normal part of life?

"why can i not have both?" she questions, gaze drifting over the man's shoulder to see the major approaching. ah, perhaps she would not have to carry auggie back to his tent herself after all. still, she continues, looking back at the questioning soldier without care for the major hearing her words, for they were truth and she would not deny her connection to the boy at this point even if she has no idea what it would look like once this war was done.

"is there some book of rules which state i can not have magic and hold connections with humans who i love? that i can not still have something of a normal life with them?" and with that she looks down upon auggie and begins to shift him gently without waking him, picking him up so that his head falls to her shoulder. strangely, the heat of the campfire seems to affect her less, a different kind of warmth washing over her as she raises from their perch on the log and moves to meet tallmadge. "come to collect the little terror? i think him, cora, and furgus just about defeated half the soldiers in camp charging them while wearing your helmet today."

@honorhearted

[stoicstoryteller]

@archaictold said: 🤗 - to hug your muse . | meme

Zhilan’s grip is always surprisingly stronger then Haochen expects it to be, no matter that they’ve hugged dozens of times. As arms wrap around him tightly, he twists to do the same.

Though he doesn’t speak at first, quiet, brow furrowing. He wonders if his brother could sense that something was off.

That thought in mind, he drops his head against his shoulder, taking solace and shelter in the embrace, deciding this is where he feels the safest right now.

“I’m alright.” He says after a bit, even if his actions say otherwise, “Just feeling… a little melancholy, I think. Thank you, for being here.”

[dahliadagger]

sir you'll have to specify that a little