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just remember this: behind that innocent, childlike exterior lies a finely honed INSTRUMENT OF WAR || ©

#sr / #one last rb!! he has been moved

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just remember this: behind that innocent, childlike exterior lies a finely honed INSTRUMENT OF WAR || ©

#self promo / #moved him finally alsdkjfgh

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// way too lazy to actually make a promo rn, but i've mostly followed everyone I write with/have stuff discussed on the new blog. i'll make a post this evening with what i'm transferring over there, and changes to how I run stuff (but first, dinner). you're welcome to follow if you are interested in interacting. I can be found:

@devourens

@/harmonaria (robin)

@/annihilitys (acheron)

@/pyreknight (firefly)

And with that. good night sweet prince *kisses this blog goodbye*

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #trying not to follow a ton of people at once bc apparently that gets you shadowbanned #so will try and check periodically this evening

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It was his turn to tremble, a small shiver running through him at the softness of her touch. For all the blood on his hands, all the scars that decorated his body, her gentle touch was enough to nearly bring him to his knees in seconds.

He lifted his hand and covers hers over his cheek with his own. Her words sank in, and he sat with them for a moment, trying to think past the pounding of his heart. In the thick of a battle, he didn't need to think. He just reacted, with no time to linger in his own thoughts.

Each heartbeat felt like an eternity, clawing through the churning waters of his emotions. He couldn't even place a name to them, only that they hurt. His chest ached, his breath rasped in his lungs, his eyes burned.

Were those tears? He hadn't cried since Ajax had died alone and scared in the darkness. Yet here he was, blinking away the sting in broad daylight, where anybody could see.

"I know," he said. He couldn't refute her words except with his own fear. To try and tell her how she should feel left a sour taste in the back of his throat, but he could hardly see past it, still braced for the sting of scorn, of disgust when they finally crossed her face.

"I'm sorry, Navia."

You mess up, you apologize. And maybe, he could try to wrangle his fear, to trust her like she'd shown him time and time again he should. He brushed his lips against temple and gathered her into his arms. These words were for her, and her alone.

"You're right. I haven't been fair to you. I shouldn't let my own fear hurt you." He hesitated for a moment and then pulled away enough he could look down into her eyes. "Can we find somewhere quiet? I have a story to tell you."

𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 a moment, more focused on trying to wipe away the tears. She had always hated crying, especially in front of others. It showed a vulnerability she liked to keep to herself, a stubbornness she'd inherited from her father.

She had let her emotions get the better of her, and it wasn't his fault. Perhaps she had some things build up? Maybe it was just stress. "I'm sorry—" She started but gasped slightly when he pulled her into a hug. Navia, though taken aback, eased into it quickly and wrapped her arms around him in return. Even with a few stray tears falling, the closeness allowed her to calm herself, focusing on their heartbeats and eventually she had stopped trembling from before.

Yet even after her outburst, she listened intently. Even though she was mad, her eyes remained soft as she took in his words. Navia analyzed the way he spoke to her, and a sinking feeling resided in her stomach. It reminded her all too much of her father, especially with the secrecy of his supposed darker side he didn't want her to see.

She knew any involvement with him would put her at risk. He was a Harbinger, that in and of itself was something she thought would've been a point he'd make that was supposed to drive her away. Yet another churn in her stomach caused her to note how he spoke about himself.

"I don't care what is said about me," She insisted, looking up at him as her brows creased, a focus lingering in her eyes, "I've had my name drug through the mud time and time again. That's not something you need to concern yourself with."

Navia took another moment, the words jumbling together in her mind as she tried to ground herself emotionally. A hand came up to rest on his neck, pulling him down to her eye level, "I want you to listen closely."

She took a deep breath, "You've already made the decision for me that I'm afraid of you, and that's not fair to me. I should be the one to make that choice."

Navia's hand fell from his neck to his jaw, her thumb drawing soft circles, "You're also not being fair to yourself."

"You have shown me time and time again that I can trust you with my life," Navia tried to pour every ounce of sincerity she had into her words. If she could only show him how she saw him. "You're the most dedicated person I've ever met. Yes, you're reckless and impulsive, and yes, I have to patch you up after almost every fight we've been in—And as many times as we've been through hell and back, I have so much fun every time we do."

Her voice wavered slightly, and why did her hands have to start trembling again? "So why can't you see yourself through my eyes? I want to see you, just as I want you to see me. I don't expect you to tell me or show me everything, but you're holding yourself back and I wish you wouldn't. You know I'm not fragile, and I wish you would stop treating me like I am. I'm not everyone else, so please stop telling yourself that I've already made up my mind."

Navia dropped her head to his shoulder with a heavy sigh, "I want to be here. I want to be with you. You're so worried about scaring me off, but when yourself hold back—that's what's going to drive me away."

#✶ — › the stars all pale against the light in your eyes / spnarosula. #✶ — › this place is pretty dead by which i mean there's nothing to kill / in chara. #childe like 'i'm gonna tell her about the abyss' #i'm over here like 'oh god it's happening. it's finally happening' asldkfjfgh

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JUSTICE. DEATH. THE STAR. as loved by Shrimpy, Nav, & Dandelion

#holds up our eebies #rbing here because yall should give nav and shrimpy some love

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// I am slowly working on refollowing people on the new blog, but anxiety has taken a massive spike tonight so I'll mostly be lurking on drafts and trying to queue some from here and on some of my other muses, but I probably won't be very responsive ooc.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc.

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// home tonight earlier than expected, but my social battery is stretched thin rn. hopefully a night of rest and cuddling the cats, and some fresh air mowing the yard tomorrow will help. I hope you all ahve had a wonderful weekend so far!! <3 I don't work tomorrow since I still expected to be away, so I'm hoping to get to the owed starters on robin and firefly, and to finally make the jump to the new blog.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #utterly exhausted but it was good #long story short brother's last baseball games and then his graduation #and I am a bit overstimmed from the ceremony and celebrations and from wrangling two sets of grandparents #but I am good

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#✶ — › eyes in the dead still water / self. #✶ — › gone fishing / queue.

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𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮, “You baked these yourself?” She asked, covering her mouth as she chewed, “They’re delicious!” She knew he could cook, but she had always done the baking. Yet his quick learning never ceased to surprise her. She was more than happy to taste test when needed, “Do you have any more?”

@spnarosula

Warmth unfurls in his chest, and he props his chin on his hand to watch as she tastes his newest endeavor — not any sort of weaponry or battle technique this time, although the mess in the kitchen might beg to differ. Despite his best attempts to remain nonchalant, he visibly perks up at her endorsement.

"Really?" He slides the plate of cookies towards her and puffs his chest out. "Have as many as you'd like. I've been practicing this recipe."

He held himself to certain standards, after all. Even in the kitchen.

#✶ — › the stars all pale against the light in your eyes / spnarosula. #✶ — › seems the monster always wins / answered. #✶ — › this place is pretty dead by which i mean there's nothing to kill / in chara. #they r everything to me

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yippee big brother

#✶ — › eyes in the dead still water / self. #✶ — › gone fishing / queue.

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// I'm working through 2.2, but an update activity wise: I will be gone from tomorrow until sunday and mostly mobile bound. I expect to mostly be lurking on firefly tbh. I'm going to try and build up a queue of replies through then, and I will probably move to the new blog either sunday evening or monday.

firefly does have a genshin verse a wip if genshin moots are interested. otherwise, I will also be somewhat available on discord.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #I got stressed playing 2.2 so taking a break LMAO #screaming crying #my own gallagher muse has wilted but #acheron ajax and firefly are chomping at the bit LOL #gonna try and blow the dust of acheron when I'm back too

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gallagher @maliscanis and his strays

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #✶ — › the devouring deep / verse ; emanator. #gal having to scruff ajax like a feral cat alsdkfjfgh

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you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?

roleplaying habits questions.

I find that I get in the zone after I start writing, at least much more consistently than trying to get into it first (or waiting for myself to get into it). Sometimes it just won't happen, but for the most part, once I get some good instrumental music (usually video game soundtracks) going, and get into the flow, the words tend to start to flow easier. It's like a sort of inertia for me. It's hard to get going, but once I do, it gets easier.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #tyyyyy!!!! <3

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does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?

roleplaying habits questions.

For the most part, I don't put too much time into graphics. Once I get them how I'm satisfied with, I leave it. It takes a lot of energy at times, so I really only do it when my writing brain is exhausted, because it takes a different kind of energy, if that makes sense? However, having graphics I'm happy with does put some fun into writing for me, so I try to keep a balance between a look I'm happy with, but not going too overboard that it takes away too much energy.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #tyyy!

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11. when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

roleplaying habits questions.

It kind of depends. If we've plotted out the direction we want the thread or our muses to go, I usually keep that in mind and direct the muse accordingly. Otherwise, not really, because I don't want to stray into pushing the other mun's muse, and I just go with the flow. The exception to this is if I sense my muse starting to get bitey/violent/about to lash out/anything that will need both muns on the same page. If that happens, I will reach out and let them know/touch base, so I can figure out if I should steer it another direction or let it go on.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #surprisingly I have yet to have the last situation happen with ch.ilde #given how... violent he can be at times lmaoooo #ty!!

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6. do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

roleplaying habits questions.

Honestly, I'm a night owl. Usually it's after I've showered and stretched out in bed, with some music playing. My best writing happens after 10pm lol. It also helps if I haven't had a ton of stress or schoolwork/tests to do that day. Even better if I've got a cat or two vibing with me.

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #sometimes tea or hot chocolate too #it's about the ambience alsdkfjfgh #ty for sending this in!

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// AND I'M FREEEEE

#✶ — › worm off the string / ooc. #tbd / #I have one more test tomorrow but i'm asldkfjdfghkjdfj