#oftwilight

[muraenide]

(Ruggie!)

There’s a grin plastered on the hyena’s face as his form trails into the lobby of the Mostro Lounge, the short tail swaying lightly behind him. Having heard of the Leech twins’ birthdays just a few days prior, it seemed that Ruggie had scrambled for both time and money somewhat to find a gift for the two. Ears perked, the beastmen set the few items in hand down on the nearest table upon grabbing Jade’s attention, the pastries following suit a moment later. ❝ Yo, Jade! Didn’t think I’d forget about your birthday, did ya? ❞ He snickers in his usual fashion, pausing a moment. ❝ I recall you saying once that ya wanted some art supplies for your field sketches or whatever, so hopefully this is enough. Happy birthday. ❞

Birthday 2024 // @oftwilight

"How gracious of you to remember ~" Jade's eyes slowly sinks to inspect the presents. Truthfully, he truly hadn't expect their brief exchange to be of anything of remembrance for the Savanaclaw student, nevermind the fact that Ruggie had gone through the trouble of remembering his and Floyd's birthdays. He wastes no time opening the gift, barely containing his excitement. He peels off layer after layer, revealing the art supplies he'd mentioned in passing of wanting new ones after his old pencils have been worn out or gone missing during his hikes.

If he had to be honest with himself, these were nothing sort of inexpensive materials he could have gotten himself anytime he wanted from Sam's shop, but it felt good to receive them as a gift, one that came from a place of thoughtfulness.

"Ruggie-san... a thoughtful gift wasn't what I had expected. I love it." He smiles, running his fingers along the coloured pencils, recognising their brand being one of the higher-quality ones. "How did you know what I wanted on my birthday? Could it be.... That I was frequently on your mind?"

[guhamun]

random dialogue; accepting || @oftwilight

❝ if you ask me, i’m a very trustworthy person. ❞ ( Kaeya, to Neuvi! )

     HOW MANY TIMES HAD Neuvillette heard statements like this one? The utterance of it automatically made him suspicious, the imperceptible narrow of his eyes the only hint of this if one’s gaze was sharp enough to catch it. Normally those that stated they were trustworthy were the ones that needed to be observed. For a moment, he said nothing, although his silence did not linger for overly long. ❝And what would make you trustworthy?❞ he soon asked, bringing up a question that he knew for a fact would be unexpected. ❝I have gleaned no evidence from you to speak on the contrary. You will learn that here in Fontaine, it is deeds that show a person’s true intentions. Not words. Thus, if you desire trust, it is best to earn it.❞

[ardenssolis]

@oftwilight said (inbox):

( CasGil! ) There had been a select few of those within Chaldea’s walls who the sage king could consider comrades in his eyes. Amongst those who had no connection to him, ones who he’d seen as an acquaintance of sorts, ones who had proven themselves - such as their master: going from one singularity to another -, and those who he deemed as friends, Gilgamesh could count on one hand the number of people who fit into the last category. Ozymandias was one among the few who had continuously held his interest, and dare he say respect. The doors to the pharaoh’s chambers open with a soft hiss late into the evening, when the events had died down and most had retired to rest. With who-knows how much time remaining until the master departed next, Gilgamesh had decided to pay the fellow ruler a visit. ❝ Ozymandias, ❞ the caster began, tone quiet when it would be somewhat more grandiloquent. The same, confident smile adorns his features, frame poised in its usual manner. ❝ Come share a drink with me. Surely it would be a waste to spend a night as fine as this one confined here in your chambers? ❞

     LAZILY LOUNGING ABOUT ON his bed with back pressed against his many plush pillows, he hadn’t expected any company. Even more so company that would so rudely barge into his room without so much as a knock and an announcement of who they were. There were only a few he could think would be so brazen, although in all honesty, he had not expected the individual in question to be the Sage King. ❝Gilgamesh?❞ The other had been quite busy from what he could recall, and though he had not missed them (so he says), it was clear that there was something that sparked within the gold of his eyes as he sat straighter. ❝Hah, I had thought you had gone and perished with how long you had been gone. I suppose one as stubborn as you would not be so easily slain, however.❞ Was that a ‘welcome back’ or a, ‘I’m glad to see you again’? Hard to tell when it came to him. ❝Anyway, you are not even going to fall upon your knees and tell me how much you had hoped to lay eyes upon my brilliance once more? How dull…but I will accept it.❞

     Slipping from the comfort of his bed, he but made his way over to the other, white cape appearing from a mist of gold and coming to rest upon his shoulders. Whereas normally Gilgamesh was grandiose in his appearances, he seemed to be a little more ‘subdued’, if one could call it that. It was interesting, that much Ozymandias could admit. Maybe it was because of the current hour. ❝Who am I to refuse a drink from you? Besides, I admit that I was growing bored being in here anyway and was already pondering taking a nightly stroll to stretch my legs.❞ Bored was an understatement, really. Had the Sage King not appeared when they did, he no doubt would have eventually passed out and fallen asleep…not that he needed to bring that up.

[bikmui]

@oftwilight finds they who have yet to be found

Such was the world they were born to: stars of polished gold hung in the sky for them to reach; serfs born for the privilege to set upon them every need and want; and the best, for all was but money.

Yet so too did the heavens deem them unworthy. For though the blood of innovators ran through their veins, diluted it must have been. It was clear, from childhood, that they were unworthy. And remained unworthy did they still, until...

So then did they find themselves, nameless and set upon a foreign world. Glipses of a life long gone shone through, in nights passed with strangers and the scraps they left behind.

Ah, how bitter those memories. And how bitter their very name upon their tongue; their visage in the mirror.

But so too were they born to perfection, and though they were born for more than mere entertainment, so too did they amuse themselves with being the plaything of the nouveau riche; those who thought themselves perfection for mere happenstance. These, the parties of those who think themselves "fancy" through falsehood-

-The visage of one yet unmet catches eyes sharp with disdain for new bedfellows. And curious, do they feign ignorance, navigating those who would seek their hand with renewed purpose.

Setting down their drink do they smile, "I don't think I've ever seen you before at one of these. Don't tell me you have some pretty girl waiting for you at home..."

[jinanreona]

In what subtle way do you say 'I love you'?

"you're the exception."

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

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[rexcorlapis]

What  specifically  named  color  do  you  embody?

VERDIGRIS

you  will  do  everything  and  anything  to  not  think  about  the  past  days.  how  many  you're  trying  to  forget,  it  doesn't  matter,  but  you  will  do  anything,  everything,  all  the  things  you  can  in  order  to  not  have  to  focus  on  the  fact  that  you  made  a  MISTAKE.  the  world  is  full  of  life  and  vibrancy,  and  you  don't  want  to  be  that  dark  spot  in  it  that  you  believe  yourself  to  be.  so  you  fight  it  with  everything  you've  got,  pushing  away  people  in  fear  of  them  making  you  darker,  fighting  those  who  oppress  you  without  questioning  their  motives.  fearful.  regretful.  uncertain.  you  dance  to  a  tune  only  you  hear  in  this  world,  and  you  know  it's  going  to  kill  you  one  day.  you  hope  it's  soon.

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[numinousdread-a]

       ❝     𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄. I’ve never heard of one with a name such as yours in all of the jianghu.      ❞  

@oftwilight​ / Zhou Zishu has been summoned !

[poisonedbeauty]

He opens the door at all the ruckus.  ❝Can this school be normal for 5 seconds?❞

[qinyan]

❛  it's obvious you're not trying hard enough.  ❜ ( Han Wenqing to Sun Xiang? )

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑪 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺. // @oftwilight

He stops on his tracks, gaze flickering when Han Wenqing spat those words in his face. In front of the crowd and the camera. Even though Sunxiang knows that no one else could have heard it aside from the both of them. The host is too loud and the cameras are focusing on the next group of players going up the stage, but still, his blood boils at the fact that he's being looked down upon by Han Wenqing.

They're all the same, thinking that he's not good enough. Not good enough to replace Ye Qiu or worthy to be the wielder of One Autumn Leaf. By now he should have gotten used to all this hostility that he's receiving out of nowhere and being compared to Ye Qiu left and right, but the sting never quite stung any less painful.

"You were just lucky back then." He says, forcing a smile up to his lips and trying his best to keep himself composed. Partially, it's because he wants to prove to Tao Xuan and the others that he's not just an impulsive, short-tempered brat who lets his emotions rule over his head in the heat of rage, but the other half of the reason, the part that he is trying his damnest best to deny, is the warnings that Tao Xuan had given him should be fail to perform well. "I know you all don't like me now. But one day, I will prove to you and I can be just as good as Ye Qiu. I will prove that I can wield One Autumn Leaf just as good as he does."

It's a promise.

He lets go of Han Wenqing's hand, biting his lip and turning his gaze away as if he'd just held something dirty before walking towards the back of the stage to the staff's lounge for a drink.

[ambicharm]

( Asiya , to Hilmes? ) “we’ll never make it in time.”

     they won't make it? nonsense. he knew they could, their horses were fast and the enemy wasn't going to catch up "what makes you think we won't? otherwise we won't, i cannot afford to lose anyone." he wasn't going to lose her, he'd hate to lose any allies, otherwise he couldn't become the king if he did.

[muraenide]

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

12. what roleplay trends do you remember from the year you started tumblr rp? how did you feel about those trends?

14. which roleplay community has been your favorite to write in?

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS. // @oftwilight

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

I actually have more than I'd like to have. They're a mix of canons and ocs, but because I was hoping to avoid spending too much time online I've limited myself to Jade. I miiiight be open to writing them on discord, however.

12. what roleplay trends do you remember from the year you started tumblr rp? how did you feel about those trends?

I can't stand big icons, gifs, oversaturated aesthetics, or overly formatted text. Anything with more than three colours in general makes my head spin, and there is a reason why I never make my graphics too flashy/fancy. for the same reason I can't play games with a lot of light or games that are overly bright for more than an hour. I think I'm one of those people the warnings in certain games pop up for. 😔 It's unfortunately not just "I dislike it" but it just gives me a headache and nausea to stare at them for long periods of time. Muted colours or monochrome is nice to my eyesight and I use my ears whenever possible to lift some burden off my eyes. Small text are just the right size for my eyes, but small small text are nigh unreadable I have to copy paste them onto another text editor and tweak them back to a normal font size.

14. which roleplay community has been your favorite to write in?

Hmmm. This is a bit hard to choose because I've had good memories of all of them. Gens//hin was probably the only fandom that I've ever had a bad experience with. But it's also probably because the other fandoms I've been in are very small there was hardly any room for discourse or drama. The Fate fandom.. though... I apologize in advance to whoever is still into Fate, but because I have a few friends in Fate and Fate itself is a very flexible fandom, I tend to follow the same friends across my blogs and follow their friends by extension. Throughout the years I've seen wild stuff going on there and not having context feels like watching a house in the opposite street caught fire and you're fine until it decides to burn its way to your door.

[guhamun]

@oftwilight said (inbox):

(Wrio, to Neuvi!!) It’s early Christmas morning when Wriothesley finally makes the journey to the Palais Mermonia, a bright-colored, neatly-wrapped box carefully held in the duke’s hands as the doors behind him shut with a slightly-echoed thud. Trips to the surface world for reasons unrelated to work were scarce, but the festive spirit - as well as a quiet desire to go see the Iudex in person once more, perhaps - was already enough reason to not hole himself up in the fortress. A part of him had hoped to surprise the older gentleman as Neuvillette had done just a bit of time ago, though he knew full well getting a one-up on the blue-clad male would be difficult. Within the box, a carefully-contained kinetic sandcape art piece, the kinetic sand’s colors matching that of the ocean. Tucked inside along with it, a note, and a short explanation on how it works. ❝ For the days you can’t quite make a journey to the ocean itself, I hope this can bring you some happiness. I know some people find the designs the sand makes quite soothing, in its own way. Merry Christmas. ❞

THIS WAS ONE OF the days that Neuvillette, for once, didn’t have stacks of documents on his desk. He had a couple as work tended to always find its way upon that polished surface, but it wasn’t anything alarming aside from just keeping his hands busy. Even so, he had taken leave of the Palais Mermonia, off to stretch his legs a little and enjoy the crisp, morning air that always lingered when it came to winter. Such was by far preferable to humid heat that might spring up during summer. The noise of Fontaine was something he had grown quite used to, and yet, when it was quiet like this…he could almost hear the sound of the sea as its waters lapped against sand when he made his way through the city. Making his way back to the Palais Mermonia, he gave a polite nod to Sedene before stepping back into his office. As soon as he stepped inside, Neuvillette paused, brows rising slightly as his eyes fell upon a box neatly wrapped and waiting for him. He had a visitor…? Sedene had said nothing to him about a guest… He could only assume she wanted him to be surprised.

      (A rounding success).

     For a moment, he was almost tempted to step back out and ask who his visitor had been this early in the morning, but a part of himself doubted that she would tell him anything. Thus, instead of wasting his time on something he already knew would potentially fail, it was best to just figure things out himself. Making his way further into the room after closing the door behind himself, he stood before his desk, gloved hand reaching out to gently brush against the wrapping paper. Neatly done. There was no expense spared with presentation it seemed. He almost felt bad about having to open this. ❝And who brought you here?❞ he mumbled softly to himself, already beginning to slowly unwrap the present. Eventually, everything was removed and he was able to open the box; what was contained within earning a small, perplexed tilt of his head. Sand? And it was a beautiful hue of blue too…

      Picking up the note inside, he instantly recognized the handwriting. Wriothesley. When had he come to the surface? They must have missed one another when Neuvillette decided to go on his walk. For once, he had wished that he had lingered in his office just a little longer before going with his usual routine. Had he done that, then he could have accepted this while they were present. Lips curled into a small, rare smile, Neuvillette turning his attention over towards the window. ❝A truly thoughtful gift, Wriothesley. You were always rather observant.❞

[ardenssolis]

@oftwilight said (inbox):

( CasGil! ) ❝ You know, Ozymandias. ❞ the caster hums, his crimson gaze casual yet his tone laced with teasing and lips curled into a mild smirk. Having been sat with the other over a couple glasses of wine, the caster can’t help his sudden, impish curiosity. A hand lifts as his frame leans over, grazing the pharaoh’s exposed chest in a light, more playful manner, the limb momentarily trailing upwards before it’s just as swiftly drawing back to allow its owner to settle into his seat once more. ❝ For someome so eager to ‘reprimand’ me for my choice of dress not long ago, you certainly prove you are in a position to speak. How can one expect to hold a conversation when you display yourself so openly like this? And here you were telling me I would be the one to ‘fall into temptation’. How curious. ❞

QUITE CONTENT WITH THE wine that Gilgamesh always provided, he refused to compliment it more than necessary out of fear that the other king would believe his wine better than his own; which, of course, was ridiculous. Still, he couldn’t allow the Sage King’s ego to grow more than it should. Such too was the duty of a king – the greatest, most especially. Placing his glass back down, he had just leaned back to make himself more comfortable when Gilgamesh’s voice cut through the relative quiet. A thin brow rose curiously, a question within his gaze that he hoped would gain an eventual answer. Oh…and how quickly that answer came. He blinked, both brows now risen with surprise as the other reached out, hand just barely grazing across the expanse of his chest before it was gone just like that. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with what had just transpired, a few slow blinks offered until he managed to put composure back in place. Clearing his throat, Ozymandias sat up a little more, usual haughty smirk tugging upon the edge of his lips. ❝Hah! You compare my manner of dress to your own? You can be quite the jester sometimes.❞

     As if his clothing was anything as distracting as theirs. Not that he would outright admit this, though. After all, by stating such a thing, the other king would take that as admission that his clothing was better or some other nonsense. He might even think that Ozymandias was tempted by his looks of all things. Absolutely ridiculous. If anything, things should be the other way around (and they probably were!). ❝As if you are one to talk. Is your chest not so equally exposed?❞ He lifted his hand, gesturing. ❝Not only do you have those most peculiar pants, your chest is free for all to see. Naturally, however, many would be drawn to my appearance more as I am more than aware that my very presence is a distraction. It must be hard for you as well considering you too seem to fall into that category. To be expected when basking in the radiance of the sun like this on a regular basis.❞ How lucky they were to be graced with his attention! The Caster should be singing his praises.

[bikmui]

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜ ( Osial, to Childe? )

darker vibes | accepting | @oftwilight

Childe blinked, looking upon the ancient sea-god he once summoned to rain havoc upon Liyue. And though he did not doubt it must have seemed that he saw Osial then as nothing more than a tool to capture Rex Lapis' gnosis (and in a way, he was indeed), so too did he relish then in the draconian form that he took on; the destruction which indeed rained down upon the harbour.

Oh, how his heart skipped now to think of it!

Grinning at the memory, Childe shook his head. "If you mean the form you took in Liyue that day, then you don't need to worry, Osial. The chaos you created... it was such a pleasure to witness!"

Then, with a wink:

"You're rather lovely as you are now too."

[jinanreona]

what kind of catharsis do you need?

A Long Hug

You are not alone. Sometimes life and all its troubles can be so isolating, but there is comradery in that, too. Slow down, catch your breath. Reach a hand out when you need one. Offer yours in turn. Feel the warmth of those around you like a home, and know that the world is full of good people, too.

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[madakoka]

“Hypothetically speaking… what if I got a kitten?” ( From Idia! )

Azul purses his lips and looks Idia up and down, wondering just how serious the man was in this pursuit. Wouldn't he simply neglect it while playing his games or working on one of his side projects... or...?

"You know, it might be good for you to have another being that relies on your continued health. I would recommend a dog, or something that requires leaving the house on walks. Oh, why not ask Grim if he can give you a trial run on pet ownership?" The little beast would do anything for a couple of cans of tuna, he was practically a housecat already-..