#that and some are things he does with Sino but not Soup

[offrozenmemoirs]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ ℚ𝕌𝔼𝔼ℝ & 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝕂𝕐 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊 bold - always, italics - sometimes/depends, strikeout - never

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit.

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual.

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically non-monogamous / monogam-ish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn't date / dates casually.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious preoccupied / dismissive avoidant / fearful-avoidant / disorganized.

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver.

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time (giving & receiving) / acts of service ( giving & receiving) / receiving gifts / physical touch / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical.

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partners hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner's hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap, etc.).

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partner's hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / piss kink / worshipping their partner / being worshipped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels, etc. ) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them.

credit: pcrfectstorms @ tumblr stolen from: @astarab1aze & @maljefe

#anyway seraph's choices really stem from what he's comfortable with in regards to Soup #and some are bold/italicized because it's things he might try with Sino someday #or what he wants to try #that and some are things he does with Sino but not Soup #ie: reading to them #he doesn't read to Soup #but with Sino and him #he's more comfortable reading out loud to them

[allthatisleftinthedark]

Soot is a full-sized, several-month-old raven entity created from the recesses of the Void and tethered to the material plane by Sino. While several months old in the material plane, this night spirit's existence predates modern kingdoms and is the spirit of the true north (north star).

Soot's lineage comes directly from Sino's patron, the Lord of Night, as one of the countless entities in his dominion and between other worlds. Spirits are distinctively created from the elements or attributes belonging to their Lord. In many cases, there is only one originator to a spirit, so Soot originates from the Lord of Night. Yet, Soot was not "Soot" until Sino. Names are crucial in the language of spirits, for to be named is to be given breadth; this finalization makes the spirit more than the concept they are supposed to embody. It is Sino's naming of her that solidifies her existence as an individual entity, with Sino assuming the role of a maternal figure.

Soot's siblings are the other spirits of the Void, her being the closest to Sebastian, a spirit who accompanied the late Lord of Night's champion, Eleanor. He, too, was given breath upon receiving a name from the party. He is her older brother but also the oldest Void spirit.

Akin to a shadow, Soot seldom strays from her mother lest the gnome instructs her to conduct reconnaissance or maintain a safe distance. Of her responsibilities, she is entrusted with letter delivery, person tracking, and spying. Other adventures and acquainted folks with the party note her innate curiosity and quietude; her enjoyment of physical touch has led her to soothe someone's agitated and panicked state. Yet appearances can be deceiving as she has a knack for unintended mayhem, especially if food and sparkly objects are involved.

Accompanying Sino on her travels, Soot perches on her mother's shoulder or roosts within her coat pocket, specifically tailored to accommodate her size. While she hasn't taken residence on the other party members' shoulders, she eagerly interacts with them, particularly during meal preps or supper. No matter who is in the kitchen, the little raven hops on the floor, awaiting scraps, and they come plentiful. There is always a seat at the dining table for Soot, and she sits beside her mother, who inconspicuously slips the raven food whenever Soup cooks something inedible (read: too spicy).

Mentally, Soot is the equivalent of a 6-7-year-old child. Excitable and curious, her deductive and advanced reasoning is immature and straightforward. She never conceptualizes or considers someone's ulterior motive or trustworthiness. Like any young child, she takes everything at face value and is easily impressionable by figures deemed trustworthy by Sino. Sebastian often reads to her, and she learns new concepts and words daily; ever curious, she asks questions spontaneously and at the wrong time (not to her knowledge). Yet comes that "knack." She has the unfortunate excitement around food and shiny objects; she will exclaim "Fooood!" while trying to either A) eat the meal or B) stealthily steal some. The glimmer catches her eyes for shiny objects, and she gawks at it and tilts her head.

Despite having a child's mind, Soot is a full-sized raven with a 1.3-meter (4.2-foot) wing span. Of the size difference between her and other birds, she remains oblivious. Thankfully, she is conscientious of whether or not she can fit in small spaces. As a Void spirit, she can phase through walls and trees so she would not run into any chance of crashing. Her size only becomes a challenge when she tries hiding behind things. When hiding behind a 6'9" elf sorcerer, she truly believes it is a fool-proof plan that no one can see her behind those dainty legs.

Within the party, Soot is the chattier of the avian companions, the other being Seraph's counterpart, Freya. While she does not look up to Freya, she does want to impress her. Seraph addresses her sweetly, scratching her head, and Soup unabashedly spoils her. The latter's paternal instincts kick in, so he attempts to stop her from stealing food off the grill and does his variant of preening her. Since Sino has been teaching Soot some dancing maneuvers, she would do a little tap-tap in front of either elf to show them what they learned. If either of them dance, she's joining in.

Ultimately, Sino has her hands full.

#⋆ * unravel what lies behind smoke and stars / it was them afraid and alone. ; sino‚ analysis * ⋆ #[ ooc: anytime i see her; i go 'my BAAAABBYY!' ]

[heavyriddler8889x]

[TF2 / OW-SFM] La calma (MvM)

por: Kwarduk

Soldier: ¡todos nos uniremos juntos y enviaremos todas estas latas de sopa al infierno robótico de donde vinieron! ¡ESTADOS UNIDOS! Soldier 76: palabras tan duras de un hombre como tú Pharah: sí y me gusta su tono Mercy: ¿lo hace cada vez antes de una misión? Medic: Ja, pero para ser justos, motiva a todos heavy: ehh. Heavy y Svetlana no necesitan motivación del capitalista ————————————————– ————————————————– ————————————————- Widowmaker: ahh matando seres sin vida, robóticos, no tan gratificante como matar personas vivas no? sniper: bueno, eh, si quieres decirlo así, sí, ¿ahora estás preparado para eso? ————————————————– ————————————————– ————————————————- Tracer: buena suerte y ¿qué hace este soda? Scout: ¿oh eso? eso te hace invencible por unos segundos, esta cola que tengo me da mini-crits por algún tiempo Tracer: heh, tú red y tus bebidas poco fiables ————————————————– ————————————————– ————————————————- engineer: con estas máquinas enviaré esas latas al patio de chatarra al que pertenecen D.Va: ustedes dos se divierten mucho con esas cosas, ¿apuesto a que le importa a cada novato que se presente frente a usted? engineer: sí, di eso a todos los espías y BLUE tontos que cayeron bajo esta cosa Pyro: uh-huh ————————————————– ————————————————– ————————————————- Spy: siempre que no ocurra nada sobrenatural, esto debería ser fácil Reaper: heheh, creo que deberías retirar eso cuando estés cerca de mí ————————————————– ————————————————– ————————————————- Perdón por la demora. Tuve algunos problemas con el SFM que se colgaba cuando estaba renderizando esto. también debido a que no está en 4K sino en 1080p, cualquier intento de renderizar en 4K podría bloquear SFM (ya que estas imágenes se hicieron en la misma escena).

de todos modos, ¡disfruta!

in english:

[TF2/OW-SFM] The Calm (MvM)

by: Kwarduk

Soldier: we are all going to stand together, and send all these soup-cans back to the robotic hell they came from! U.S.A! Soldier 76: such tough words from a man like you Pharah: yeah and I like his tone Mercy: does he do that every time before a mission? Medic: Ja, but to be fair it does motivate everyone Heavy: ehh. Heavy and Svetlana need no motivating from capitalist —————————————————————————————————————————————————– Widowmaker: ahh killing lifeless, robotic beings, not as rewarding as killing living people non? Sniper: well, er, if you want to put it like that that yes, now are you ready with that thing? —————————————————————————————————————————————————– Tracer: okay luv and what does this pop do? Scout: oh that? that makes you invincible for a few seconds, this cola I have gives me mini-crits for some time Tracer: heh, you RED’s and your dodgy drinks —————————————————————————————————————————————————– Engineer: with these machines ill send those tin-cans back to the scrap yard where they belong D.Va: you two have so much fun with those things, I bet you reck every noob that comes in front of you? Engineer: yeah, say that to all the spies and silly BLU’s who fell under this thing Pyro: uh-huh —————————————————————————————————————————————————– Spy: well as long as nothing supernatural happens, this should be easy Reaper: heheh I think you should take that back when around me —————————————————————————————————————————————————– sorry for the delay, I had some issues with SFM crashing as I was rendering this. also because of that it’s not in 4K but in 1080p, any attemps to render in 4K would crash SFM (as these images were made in the same scene).

anyways enjoy!

#sfm #ow x tf2 #ow #tf2 #overwatch x tf2 #overwatch #team fortress 2 #crossover #soldier #mercy #pharah #heavy #widowmaker #sniper #tracer #scout #engineer #d.va #pyro #spy #reaper #soldier 76

[chinupacoroman]

Ang Pagbibinata ni Joven Hernando-Bernal (alternately, The Life and Times of Jovito Hernando, Bernal Brother #3) a fic by @toniongbuwan​​ / @ipakomokoroman​​ with @sumbungero​​ / @chinupacoroman​​ images by @dettsu / @bagyong-goyong​​ 1,700 words of 20k+ | PG | Pacoven (One-sided), Paco Roman/Juliana Piqueras chapter index: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Chapter 16:  “He already knows. ‘Pag dating mo kanina sabi ko sa kanya na kakaibiganin kita.”

December came, and along with it, José Alejandrino.

There was no word. One Saturday morning, a polite but insistent knock was heard on their gate. José looked up, annoyed. He was trying to plumb the mysteries of setting up the Christmas tree. Who knew it had so many teeny-tiny parts? He thought that it was just one big plastic tree that they kept in a box in the garage.

“Sino ‘yan?” he called out from the door.

“Does a Manuel Bernal live here?” and, in strangely accented Filipino. “Dito ba nakatira si Manuel Bernal?”

“Sino po kayo?” he asked. It was a tall, bearded man with salt-and-pepper hair, looking at odds in their neighborhood with his immaculately pressed polo shirt and slacks.

“Ikaw ba si José?” he asked suddenly “Si José Alejandrino ‘to.”

José looked closely and gave a startled laugh. “Ninong José? Ah! Sorry, sorry po.” he quickly went out to open the gate and ushered the visitor in. “Kelan po ba kayo dumating?” José pushed all the miscellaneous debris from random Christmas decorations on top of the coffee table to the side, to make the living room more presentable.

“Kahapon lang. It was a sudden thing. Family matters. I will stay here for several weeks.” he looked around “Si Joven? Nasaan siya?”

“Ah, sandali lang, tatawagin ko siya!” José said going towards the direction of the stairs, careful not to trip on a box of tinsel.

“Jovito? Jovito?” he knocked “Buksan mo, si Ninong José mo nandiyan sa baba.”

A lock clicked open, and the door opened a fraction for Joven to peer out. “Ano ‘yun kuya?” he asked.

“Si Ninong José mo nasa baba!” José said excitedly. “Baba ka, bilis!”

Joven closed the door again, rummaged for a shirt and went down.

“Ninong José?” he called out from the landing. “Ikaw ba yan?”

Alejandrino looked up, and saw a lanky boy, all sharp elbows and shoulders. “Joven? Joven? It’s me, your ninong!” he opened his arms and Joven rushed to them. His ninong smelled like sandalwood and citrus, and of everything that was not Manila, clean and cool, just like the contents of the numerous boxes that he had sent all these years.  Alejandrino hugged him fiercely, declaring “Oh my god, you’re so tall now! You’ll be as tall as Fred one day.” Alejandrino held both his arms turning him this way and that, “None of Tess. None at all. Except for that mouth. Ngiti ka nga.” Joven gave a shy smile. “Haha, oo! ’Yan lang nakuha mo kay Tess. Pero diyan na in-love ang papa mo sa kanya. She had the most beautiful smile. Fred used to wait for her to pass by the cafeteria every day."

Joven laughed, the first time in months. “Sobrang surprise to ninong. Saan ka magse-stay? Hanggang kailan ka dito?”

“I’ve been messaging you! Pero no response, so I said to myself, ‘hay busy lang yun, alam mo na teenager.’ I’m staying at a kumpare’s condo. A few weeks, I’ll leave maybe before or after Christmas. If there are a lot of things that I need to do, maybe even after New Year. Thank you hijo,” he nodded gratefully at José, who placed a glass of iced tea in front of him, “Pero since I’m here, I wanted to visit you. Your uncles wanted me to check on you as well.”

“Okay naman po ako.” he said softly. Alejandrino peered at him. “Are you sure? You look like you’ve been sick.” His eyes rested on Joven, the bruised skin under his eyes, the hounded look and the sharp jut of collarbones. “I don’t think you’re.. okay.”

“Ah, it’s my exams and I, uh, need to look for a college na for next year.” A lie. He hadn’t even touched any of the stack of college forms that Manuel had gotten for him.

Alejandrino nodded, but kept his eyes on Joven. “Sige, sige. Which college will you go to? What course? Do you need me to help you? Ah, pero,” seeing the panicked look on Joven “we don’t need to talk about now.” He patted Joven’s knee. “Tell me everything that you’ve been doing. Your ninong needs to know. Your school, what you do in your free time, your brothers, your friends,” and playfully, “your girlfriends.”

Joven told his ninong everything that he wanted to know. And nothing that he should’ve needed to know.

Joven, distracted by the excitement of the arrival of his godfather, slowly started eating again, much to Manuel and José’s relief. Though his ninong’s presence also meant that he was always out of the house because Alejandrino took him to his visits to his friends (“Si Joven, anak ni Fred and Tess!” “Talaga? Diyos ko, give your tita a kiss, I was good friends with your parents!”), it was better than Joven slowly starving himself to death inside his room.

For Joven, his ninong's arrival was a godsend. It stamped out any chances that he would see Paco (and Jules), and at the same time opened a new vista of people that were blissfully Paco-free. He made new friends his age, sons and daughters of his uncles’ and ninong's varied and well-connected friends. He started caring about his appearance again, seeing them trendily-dressed in gatherings. He fretted over his old clothes and threw some of them away. Gone were the cutesy Artwork t-shirts that populated his closet. He took to wearing plaid button downs and short sleeved polo shirts.

"Uy preppy!" his Kuya José teased, while Joven fixed the collar of his Fred Perry shirt. He was waiting for his Ninong José to pick him up. Manuel swatted José, and reached out to fix Joven's collar himself. "Ignore mo ‘yang kuya mo. Bagay sa ‘yo ‘yan, mukhang disente. Hinde ‘yung mahal na t-shirt pero may butas yung kwelyo." ("Hey!" José protested "American Eagle Outfitters kaya ‘yon!")

At one of those numerous dinners, someone suddenly reached out across him on the table and pushed a plate overflowing with sauteed baby potatoes and tenderloin tips. “Eat.” the boy commanded “Ang payat mo.” Joven looked at him in dumb surprise. “Hindi ako gano’n ka-gutom.”

The boy laughed, his eyes crinkling. “Hindi ko naman tinatanong kung gutom ka.” He pushed the plate again. “Sinasabi ko sa ‘yo na kumain ka.”

Miguel Cervantes (“Yes, like the playwright. My parents are nerds.”) Perez was a son of his ninong’s acquaintances. He was in the same year as Joven but had the carriage of someone older. He didn’t bluster or whine like boys their age. He walked with the confidence of an adult, grown, someone who knew what he wanted and how he could get it. He told, he didn’t ask. “Joven, I know you’re named José Vicente, but I will call you Joven, just like how Tito José calls you.” he took the glass of soda that Joven held in his hands. “Joven, let’s go somewhere else. Inaantok nako dito.” He inclined his head towards the door. “Samahan mo ‘ko.”

Joven was at a loss. He didn’t know if he should (or if he could) go somewhere with this cocksure boy that he’d barely known for an hour. Visions of that disastrous party and Andrew nearly pummeling him made him extra wary of male interactions that might be construed as something else. “I’ll ask Ninong José? Baka mag-alala siya if bigla akong mawala.”

“He already knows. ‘Pag dating mo kanina sabi ko sa kanya na kakaibiganin kita.” he twirled his car keys on his fingers. “It’s alright, kilala ni Tito José parents ko. Magda-drive lang talaga tayo.”

They drove lazily around Paranaque in Miguel’s gray Hyundai Tucson. He pointed out childhood spots and restaurants, with an occasional odd trivia thrown in (“Diyan yung sa Vizconde, sabi ng mga guards ng village nagpaparamdam pa rin sila”, “Sila Joey Marquez diyan nakatira.”). Joven was cautious at first, answering only in monosyllables. But Miguel’s forthright manner yet gentlemanly respect of personal space made Joven feel a little bit more comfortable. After a few minutes, he started responding in earnest. “This is the first time I’ve seen Ninong José. I grew up with my brothers in Pasig and not with my uncles in France.” he found himself volunteering “Saang high school ka? Do you have siblings?”

“Sa Zobel ako. I have a younger sister, ” he said, while parking the car “Coffee muna tayo, I know just the place.”

Over small cups of too-rich coffee, they told each other stories. Miguel’s parents and friends. Joven’s life and his interests. Joven found himself slowly taking a liking this strange boy, with his blunt commands. For anyone else, it would’ve been the mark of being terribly spoilt. He somehow made it personal and sincere. Joven was enthralled.

They drove back, returning home before midnight. Just in time, as Ninong José was about to message him that they were leaving.

“Let’s go Joven, our ride is here,” and to Miguel, “Thanks for keeping my inaanak company hijo. Thank your parents again for the wonderful time.”

“You’re welcome Tito. And it’s alright. Joven and I are good friends now.” he glanced at Joven, mouth tilting up. Huh, Joven thought. I didn’t even think of Paco the whole day.

Joven thought nothing about that night---his mind was a complete blank, neither giddy about Migs nor extremely lethargic over Paco---until he received a cryptic text message a few days later.

Samahan mo ko mag-drive. 

Who’s this?

I’m your new good friend. ;)

Joven was sitting on the dining table, a rare day that his Ninong José had chosen to do some errands on his own. He was eating his dinner alone, after giving a vague excuse about doing something else earlier. His soup was cold. Outside, in the garage, he heard Paco tell a story about how Joem chased a small terrier halfway through Tiendesitas. Joven knew that story. He was there when it happened. If he joined them there, right now, he could tell some parts of the story that Kuya Paco might have missed. He heard Jules laugh, though. So he stayed where he was.

He looked down at his phone. And before he could think twice about it, typed, 

Kung susunduin mo ‘ko.

#Bernal Brothers AU #fanfiction #Heneral Luna #Heneral Moon #Joven Hernando #Jose Bernal #Manuel Bernal #Jose Alejandrino

[allthatisleftinthedark]

Left: Silas' shifted form (wolf, offensive) / Right: Silas' humanoid form

Silas, formally known as "The Watcher," is the child-appearing void spirit and charge to Maisie Doscedar. Like Sino's companion, Soot, this night spirit appears to be a decade and a year old in the material plane, but his existence may have even started before the calamity.

Silas's bloodline comes from the Lord of Night, like Soot and Sebastian's. Unlike those mentioned above, he existed as "The Watcher" in a pocket dimension of a grand tower.

The Watcher's Tower is a constant presence that watches over various streams of existence without interfering with or influencing everyday life. The Watcher is anchored to its location and never takes visible form for travelers, but remains omniscient and capable of transforming and altering the different levels of the tower.

His phantasmic form was humanoid, much more advanced than other night spirits. He was not of flesh and breadth, much like a phantom. Priorly discussed in Soot's entry, names are the crux of fulfilling a spirit's existence in the material plane. His power as a spirit is considerable, especially if he can take on a human shell if only it is akin to a mirage; however, Maisie's naming of him brought him life and made him an individual entity, with Maisie assuming his warden.

Silas is related to the various spirits of the Void, but due to his isolation in the tower, he hasn't formed any close bonds with them. It's unclear how old Silas is, but he is considered younger than Sebastian and older than Soot. What is certain is that he comes directly from the Lord of Night.

Never several steps away from Maisie, Silas inhabits his warden's shadow and keeps within a room's distance to her lest he be instructed to stay at the Doscedar farm or accompany someone else. Much to his chagrin, he obeys. No duties are assigned to him as Maisie views him as someone she must look after.

Silas has been with Maisie for six months in Dewburrow, Argyll, and is always near the Doscedar property and family. Remarkably quiet, he does not emote as openly around others but has quite a mouth on him. Prone to snide comments or blunt observations, Silas sees people like Maisie's older brother, Oren, and her party members, Makoto and Orchidus, ripe for the commentary. However, he gladly accepts a cookie to eat but looks plainly neutral.

Silas's overall presence can be undetectable by other people and can frighten those when they realize he is around. Most, excluding the main party, are unaware of his powers, but the Doscedar family is familiar with his spirits. One of the main struggles that Silas does face is the lack of socializing after being in the tower for so long. Maisie and her family are very accommodating to him and are helping him with coming to understand things. He is the most attached to Maisie and does not want to see her go into any harm. For example, Maisie incidentally crossed streams and ended in SSS's world. Silas spawned from her shadow and glared, even physically blocking Soup or Seraph from getting close to her. Sino seems to be the exception, but she definitely was glared at.

Appearance-wise, Silas stands at 4'9" (57 inches) with faint purple eyes, porcelain skin, and black hair. His wardrobe consists of a modern twist on fashion that compliments Maisie's; his blazer and pants' primary color is black, supported by a dark blue buttoned-down shirt. He wears additional accessories, courtesy of Maisie's father, Aoife, who knits them for him, like a bright pink scarf and knitted cap. Alternatively, Silas has a wolf form that is 2.7 feet long and roughly 6 feet in height (on back paws). Their eyes become uncanny with yellow iris, sclera, and black pupils. His fur retains the same dark black color as his hair in human form.

Regarding party dynamics, Silas rarely verbalizes conversation with either Makoto or Orchidus without it resulting in some form of snide comment or mean interjection. Makoto's lack of love life and Orchidus' cringe are the plentiful ammo that the spirit has. With Maisie, Silas is well-behaved and never slips these comments in her presence, making her oblivious to his harshness to her party members.

#⋆ * pull the curtain of diplomacy and dance away / do not look. do not judge. do not leave. ; maisie doscedar‚ analysis * ⋆ #[ ooc: the closest mai would be to having a child ]

[offrozenmemoirs]

With her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her high-waisted navy pants, Sino has been inspecting her reflection in the elf-sized mirror for some time. Enjoying what many might label a "vacation," she temporarily changed attire better suited for the humid and warmer climate, contrasting Rivera's frigid cold. She fiddles with the front lace of her pants, tying it into a neat bow. Popping her hip out, she turns again, looking over her shoulder to assess her backside in the mirror. 

"Seraph," Sino calls out to the elf lounging on the couch across the room, not turning her gaze as she inquires, "Does this make my ass look fat?" 

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

Color him surprised as he stops himself from choking on his drink or spitting it all over his book. He thanks the discipline that was drilled into him during his training as a Deathwatcher. The elf's ears twitch with surprise and the tips feel hot as he ponders Sino's question. After all, how is he supposed to honestly answer that question? That's admitting that he's actually stared at Sino's ass...Among other things. He knows he's a hopeless mess, especially in regards to addressing his physical attraction towards his fellow champions, or at least he was, prior to a bit of Makoto's lack of filter influenced him.

[Yes, Seraph, why don't you go and talk about how many times you've undressed her with your eyes? That seems like a grand way of starting a conversation between the two of you.]

Seraph hums, closing his book and tapping a finger against the cover.

"Well...Compared to your usual wear, it certainly highlights your curves."

[Which you've spent an agonizing amount of time imagining. Quite shameful, really.]

The elf sighs as he covers his face with his hands, wanting to melt into the couch right now.

"But, to answer your specific question...Your ass always looks magnificent to me. Probably even better than Soup's."

Though with Soup, he often finds himself staring at his legs and hips. All that time spent dancing had never gone to waste...Not one bit. With Sino, obviously, he stared at her rear when he could, but the times she removed her coat, he was more than aware of how generous she was in the chest area.

"It doesn't help that you're attractive in general. I can definitely see you turning heads without meaning to."

[You've already proven that with me. I didn't even think I was attracted to women and look at me now. Then again, I'd argue that I'm more or less attracted to people who show attraction towards me.]

"I would definitely have no problem if you asked me to take you out on a date or something of the like...Or we could just stay in and make out for a few hours."

The words that come out of his mouth don't register immediately, and he slaps a hand over his mouth upon realizing that he's just said something he's been holding back for a while now. Once again, he's realizing just how much of an absolutely hopeless romantic he is. Perhaps that's why so many of the women at the cloister giggled as he walked past, or he could hear whispers of how adorable he was when he got pulled into his novels.

He was the one to suggest the open relationship aspect between himself and Soup, with an agreement that anyone involved would have to be mutually agreed on. Though he had always planned that it would be Sino to join them. Nobody else had caught his eye, and it was a way to finally address his attraction to the Gnome without being overly awkward about it.

"I just said that out loud didn't I? Well, it's out, I've thought about making out with you for a while. I...Admittedly wish that night you taught me how to dance at the Rowdy, I took the chance to kiss you. I would've beaten Soup to it."

His heart flutters at his words, and the thought. Though it's obvious by the way his ears twitch every now and then, he's growing more and more flustered by the minute.

"Pharasma's breath, I thought I was going to be so much more suave about this. Now I've gone and started blushing like a choirboy. This is so embarrassing...I'm supposed to be cool in front of my crush."

Robert and Patricia would have a field day with this...Then again, Patricia had been the one who picked up that he might've been attracted to Sino ever since the Winter Ball...Though for obvious reasons, the group avoided talking about that night. If not for the fact it was ruined by the Untethered...Then Seraph's reaction towards remembering his encounter with the Lord of Night.

"Can we take some of that Elven absinthe and start drinking? I am far too sober and capable of being flustered for this right now."

#take to the skies (in character; seraph) #allthatisleftinthedark #seraph simping for sino? yes.

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[ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) / sino -> seraph. idea being that sino spritz perfume on seraph's collar bone because SSS is getting ready for a party or smth. :) ? ?

The Five Senses || Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

Seraph feels his nerves rising as he thinks about this party they're supposed to be going to. He remembers the last time they went to a party and it almost spelled the end of his journey with the rest of them. Though he can admit, part of his feelings back then were because of far too many revelations that were hitting him all at once. He feels one of the many scars adorning his body ache at remembering the Winter Ball. It feels almost odd to relax, even if only for a little while.

[I thought I'd be used to large crowds now. I'm certainly used to the cacophony of voices from the deathwatchers along with Pharasma.]

The elf grimaces as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's never used to not wearing some sort of armor when he's out in public, or the weight that it brings with it. There's a firmness to the familiar presence of his armor, compared to the suit he wears now.

"I know you don't like the bigger crowds, but you look quite dashing! It's nice to see you outside of your armor."

Seraph gives a wry smile at the sound of his lover's voice, turning around.

"I think you're only saying that because you enjoy seeing how tight this dress shirt is around my chest...I knew that dress shirts were going to be a bit of a problem but..."

[This is ridiculous...I can't even get the damn thing buttoned up all the way over my chest. I can't wear a tie or anything with this. I know it's not an entirely overly formal party, but I hate the idea of being stared at.]

Soup has the gall to look offended at Seraph's insinuation, and gives a mock gasp of surprise.

"Please, me objectify you? Perish the thought, love! I simply speak the truth."

Seraph rolls his eyes, but the smile is still there as he turns back around. He supposes that Soup does have a point. He's at least smart enough to have scoped out the area where this party was. Call him paranoid, but he had Freya carry his gear to the rooftop. He could ascend easily enough, given that he could leap about forty feet into the air nowadays. Just in case he told himself.

[One of these days, someone's going to tell me I'm going to drive myself mad by expecting to be attacked all the time. Well, Seira at least wouldn't be one of those people. Sino too, probably.]

Seraph sighs, he thinks that there's something missing from the whole thing.

"Ah, Seraph, there you are!"

Sino's voice enters the room and he turns to look at her. She held a bottle of...perfume? The gnomish woman comes up to him.

"Why don't you try this? I think it'll compliment you quite well."

Seraph nods, trusting Sino's intuition. If anything, she's probably a hell of a lot better at identifying scents that would fit him well. He's noticed that about her, she tends to know the things that fit him and Soup well. She sprays his wrists and chest with the perfume, and he's immediately hit with a minty scent. It reminds him of his ice magic, and...is that a hint of cinnamon he smells coming from her? It reminds her of the warmth that Soup holds and he smiles.

"You know, I don't know what I'd do without you here to help me figure these things out."

"Oh I'm sure you'd carry on just fine. But you know I'm always here to help when you need it. Now, I think we're all ready. Let us try to enjoy a nice night for once, hm?"

Seraph nods, and offers his arm to Sino.

"You make a good point, sia daron. Now, let's go and grab Soup. Perhaps we can be the ones to be envied at this party, no?"

Seraph always thinks about how she taught him how to dance, that night in Ingora, at the Rowdy, he remembers the heat from the alcohol they drank, and the way the two of them moved together, how his cheeks heated up with embarrassment, or how he was awed at how she seemed to flow when she showed him the dances. He remembers thinking on how she was the most beautiful person in the Rowdy that night. He remembers her at the Winter Ball, and he felt as if he should count himself as one of the luckiest people there to simply bask in her presence. She's always had a beauty about her, and he kicks himself at how long it took him to see that, or at least admit it to himself.

"You've never told me what that meant, you know."

"I'll tell you what it means someday. I promise."

#take to the skies (in character; seraph) #allthatisleftinthedark #for reference #his nickname for sino in draconic #is “my knight.”

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😍⭐️ Sino @ Seraph

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Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them.

Seraph's preference for listening. Sino can use this to self-reflect on her feelings and piece together things she doesn't allow herself to actually discuss/speak about.

Seraph's forwardness. Something that Sino prides herself on, and she doesn't beat around the bush. Of course, this is speaking generally about casual and work things. When it comes to intimate things, it takes a long while to ask for it, let alone admit it. Though, once she gets past that, it's very smooth (blunt?) sailing.

Seraph's generosity. It is one of the minimum things to do as a person, but it means quite a lot for the gnome. Things have been unsaid for a long while, but it is safe to assume that her origins were less than kind or that kindliness was punished with one's life. (It does make her feel safe, which is a big thing for her).

His back shoulders; out of pocket comments.

Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.

After admitting that Sino enjoys hearing Seraph's voice, especially when reading out loud, the gnome takes the time to work/repair her gunblade while Seraph reads. It is very much spending time together without directly interacting with one another, which is something that Sino enjoys.

After dancing at the Rowdy Griffin the night after Ingora's safe, where Sino had the tavern dancing and playing music again, Sino realized she needed to revisit Manta Style. Why? Well, a long-standing joke is that Sino would do something for Seraph 'if Soup hasn't shown him yet.' But she wants to instruct Seraph better the next time they ever get a chance to dance.

If Sino's eating or drinking something too hot, she has a plan to quickly cool it. When conversing with Seraph, she keeps him talking about a topic, then casually hand over something (like a plate or mug). He would end up not questioning it and holding it while they talk. Once some minutes pass, she'll take it back. With the champion's natural affiliation with the cold, she thinks her piping plate will cool off!

#⋆ * lettered received and responded ; sino‚ asks * ⋆ #⋆ * unravel what lies behind smoke and stars / it was them afraid and alone. ; sino‚ analysis * ⋆ #offrozenmemoirs #[ ooc: me with tears of joy...you always show up homie!! ]