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#{ i have an exam at 1pm tomorrow i need to slap my cookie hands away from copium #{ vanishes but technically stays exactly where i am

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[Gregor, Sellsword]

"Ahh. And that is so." A deep nod, an unflinching resolve. Natural enough. It made certainly no difference to him to change his tongue. они (they) much suited, he thought. He eased away from them, sure as a lantern that even the lightest of his touch burned. That he was the one to do the burning was no good. Gregor must keep his brain sharp, lest he become a heavy load to his wartime companion. "Clarification ever wonderful, Miriel."

"My deepest apologies."

Two thumps against his chest. "You are, ah. Edify. That's the word. You edify. I am merely benefiting from it." He mouthed the complex syllables through ivory teeth, remembering to chew before he swallowed. He learned from Miriel rather slowly, though much of what they said floated over his head and over the moon. Hmmm. Perhaps he had done enough for today. The moon and the stars, they could wait.

"A lovely friend is lovely. No doubt. It sound to Gregor that you know to be careful for next time." He grinned quite easily, thumbing out his words like a well-loved letter. Folding his arms over his chest, he dog-eared the conversation for later. "Is Gregor interfering with your work? He will leave Miriel be, if so." Better to ask than making with the assumptions.

"Ha ha!! Gregor is not one to strong-hand conversation. Overstaying guests pay extra at inns!"

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To be defenestrated by their own experiments — how tedious. To be defenestrated by their own experiments, and then caught by someone who wouldn’t hold his tongue concerning his worries — how time consuming. But, Gregor did have a point, no matter how much Miriel was loath to admit it — no matter how much it discomforted them, this interruption. Sighing, the redhead pulled away from the mercenary’s touch, already overwhelmed enough without unwanted physical contact — friend or otherwise. “Loath as I am to do so, I must credit you with veracity.

“I am no use to anyone — least of all myself — if my own experiments and research injures me.” That being said, however… “But I must correct you, however, based upon an assumption you continue to make — and that I am made quite uncomfortable by.” The scientist didn’t try to force themself make eye contact, knowing that doing so would make the situation worse, but they did set their gaze just to the right of his; as they did so, they reached up to adjust their glasses. “I am not a woman, Gregor, and I would appreciate if you did not address me as such.”

Brusque, but they wouldn’t stand for it.

#meticulous mage #miriel tag tbt #gregor tag tbt #{ both their internal dialogues are so fun to read HAHHA

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Tight-lipped, much? Well he wasn't going to be the one investigating, if she wasn't going to budge on the thing. Name kind of sounded a lot like the Outrealms, though. "If it doesn't matter to you, it doesn't matter to me!" Clean, clear, and cut out of his system, as far as he knew.

"Crowmathan is just as bad with his emotions as I am, I think. Aren't you buddy?" He cooed, scratching the head of the crow on his shoulder. It's caw sounded a touch indignant, though he was going to pretend he didn't hear that. "Attitude! Nyahaha!"

"Well, no. I mean. Think real hard about what I do for a living." He waved his finger like a conductor. "Honing dark magic is pretty darn different than holy magic. But I started giving it a go after--"

He gestured nondescriptly, circling his wrist at something vague. Weird that he ended up so tied into a bunch of these kids' lives that he thought he should be nosy about it. Hana and the gang. He didn't know exactly what festered in his stomach, but now that he had his hand thick in the bog, he couldn't pull it out.

"After everything. I've been trying to do as you do." Plainly. As if it wasn't life changing or anything.

"Now lemme at it--"

He snapped his finger a few times, focusing acutely on concentrating his energy into the tips. A faint, white strand, thin as silk, connected his thumb and his middle finger. Another snap, and the web spread to another tip, his index this time. The low light glittered eerily over his face as he focused. "I don't know about healing staffs and all, but the old Valmese healing magic made more sense to me."

"It's not much. Maybe it'll close it." He pressed his fingers around her cuts, as the wispy strands zigzagged into her flesh. Not healed. Not even really closed. Just a change from scarlet to pink. "Damn."

@museinmultitudes

Shoot. Mitama managed to school her expression before she let a scowl grow upon it. She never liked telling others about deeprealms. It was the sort of thing that sounded unbelievable to anyone who had been fortunate enough to have not experienced them. She always felt a little ridiculous telling others about them.

"Something from back when war claimed Hoshido. They do not matter anymore." And that is all she wishes to say on that. "Crowmathan might learn better ways to communicate that intent."

Mitama hesitated. Healing magic was a tricky thing to master. She did not like the idea of becoming a test puppet. "Are you confident at it?"

#recrowperate #lantern light spring day / won't you forgive a lost soul / for his bleeding heart | mitama #cursed to house a still beating heart | henry #{ you do not need to reply this long LOL i just could not make the healing process make sense otherwise

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[Gregor, Sellsword]

"Aiish. You need be careful!" He had a winter's bite to him, finding it... close. Too close. She had nearly been flung out open window with her whozimwhats and whatzamacallits. Her boom things. And now he was here, eyebrows deeply seated in concern. Weird it was. To be the one doing the nagging and all. "Gregor hates to see pretty lady bleeding. Imagine my surprise, when I caught you—small like little bird. If I was not there, what then?" His teeth grit uncomfortably, tasting of ginger and ale. His tight jaw slacked a little upon her reassurance, though.

"Gregor will do with the worrying. But maybe not too much. Just enough." He took a gentle hand to dust off her shoulder. No more than that. Pinched her poofy shoulders so they stood up, too. "Ha...! There. You look like mushroom again."

Perching his chin between his thumb and index, he let out a deep, low hum. One could say it was wise. Others could say he knew very little. But even so, he was a curious, curious fellow.

"Now tell Gregor what good idea you have. You seem so cloud-minded about it-- that it is distracting. It must be very good idea."

@meticulous-mage

#{ IMAGINE MY SURPRISE #{ also i legitimately was watching miriel supports yesterday (so this was a genuine “OH NO WAY” from me) #{ the loudest muse (drumrolls) mr gregor of fe13 fame #miriel tag tbt #gregor tag tbt

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topsy turvy { Scanlan & Vex'halia

"How are we friends? We're total opposites!" Well. She said it. Not him.

Luscious locks, loose lips, a woman to die for. That is, if he even really saw her in that light. What, with all her money-grubbing, her nagging, her ever-glinting eyes at anything that looked like a good snag, Scanlan had developed a level of... well what could he really call it? A level of something or another. Respect, he would call it, if he didn't respect all the women in the world. Admiration, he would call it, if all women didn't deserve the same. No. Perhaps the real punchline here was...

"Well, they say opposites attract, my dear Vex'halia." Pursing his lips, he simpered playfully.

Kinship? Damn kinship. The only thing really casting an anchor on his free-floating soul.

@museinmultitudes

#vex tag tbt. #scanlan tag tbt. #topsy turvy #{ i love their dynamics in the show so much

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"Doubt me? Whatever do you mean?"

Darn. Onions, onions, onions. Didn't he consider the magnificence of a good onion and turnip flambé? Caramellized, slightly charred, sweetened with just a pinch of brown sugar? "You're sure?" She tiptoed closer. "Really sure?" Eyes the size of the moon.

He makes this so difficult.

Well, her shoulders, bunched so tight you could make rope out of them, finally slacked. And she gracefully took a breath from her nose. "Okay, if no turnips, then..."

"Apples? Corn? Maybe a little potato. Do you happen to have salmon? Oh. Oh! Or maybe a little yellow grass with cabbage?" Shot out like a ballista full of arrows.

"I'm sorry for ever doubting you, Mist."

As one rises, so must the other fall. Did you see it? The way his shoulders slumped? Raguna! You walked right into this one! You let those playful hopes be so easily dashed! But he won't crash and burn (neither will the onions). Neither will he let Mist add her vegetable to the pan.

He sees that coming. He's ready.

"You'd want things other than turnips in there, wouldn't you? Any... preferences? Other than turnips?" She makes this so difficult. "Potatoes. Celery... beans??? Please don't tell me you're happy boiling a turnip in water."

#{ if it's senshi you want to emulate it's senshi you'll get raguna.... #valor bestowed on dirt stained hands | raguna #eccentric charm does no harm | mist #{ this is an example of when you're with someone and you lose all your braincells

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"Oh geez. Political strife. The higher up you go in the totem pole, the more you're likely to get back stabbed or eaten alive out there. Ahaha~ That sounds kind of fun! That is, if you're smart about it." His smile didn't let up for even a second. He tapped a finger on his chin, tongue stuck out, trying to ascertain if he actually had a curse tacked to his back like a KICK ME sign. But from the way his aura ran, it didn't... To be honest, it didn't feel like it. "So let me get this straight. A queen. A prince's death. And another prince to take his place, metaphorically speaking."

"..." He sighed, shrugging with both his hands up. "Well, Siegbert. All I can tell ya is that if you're cursed, it's one of the mind. No seal or magic whambo-jambo."

"I think those are the worst kinds, though. The kind that you manifest by just believing in it."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Siegbert smiled a little. What an eccentric fellow. "And I suppose all royal houses have their share of curses. The most famous started back in antiquity. A queen's son was killed in a plot for power, and she swore that the current ruling house of Nohr would begin with the death of a prince and end with the death of a prince."

"...Hopefully it isn't me." He was laughing, but he was still a little worried.

#noblesse oblige your duty and salvation | siegbert #cursed to house a still beating heart | henry #not a father figure but worse

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It smells soooooooo good... He was considerably better at this than he ever gave himself credit for. She quietly hovered over his stove top, listening to him go. Enthused, she wondered if he was going to start listing off all the soups he's ever encountered in his life or something. Aww. Well, she wasn't going to stop him. That is- until he thought it was a good idea to ask for her opinion.

BA-TONK.

"..." A turnip appeared in her hands as though she had pulled it from thin air. Positively straight-faced, she looked at him with her bright blue eyes. It would be beseeching if she wasn't playing the straight man to his comically warm soup-isms.

"You know what my answer would be... Anything with turnips!"

Mist... always has a way of flipping expectations, doesn't she? By the grace of cooking the sizzle of thin sliced onions in the pan does wonders to fill pregnant pauses. To say nothing of the smell that it puts in the modest kitchen of Raguna's home.

"Thanks, I'm sure I will. There's so many out there to try after all. Were there any you liked in particular, Mist? Uzuki was actually telling me about some back where she came from in the East the other day..."

#{ add mr. saturn sfx here #{ so it all comes down to this.......... #{ he's fantastic i hope he knows i want soup now #valor bestowed on dirt stained hands | raguna #eccentric charm does no harm | mist

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@dcviated

#i think raguna getting into unhinged infomercials would be super funny #and mist would 1000% enable it

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".....?" A pause.

Then an amused smile graced her lips. Closing her eyes sweetly, she tipped her head to one side, hair dipping. His enthusiasm was contagious! It was almost like he could infect the whole town with his joy bug... And over onions, at that.

"You just look happy, hee hee...! Live your soupy dreams, Raguna."

@incendiums replied to your post “He is caramelizing onions today. To freeze them.”:

{ Mist vc: you sure are living life...

Something about that tone... it's not chilly outside, so why are the hairs on Raguna's neck standing at attention?

"You.. think so? I guess it's not too exciting to watch, but thinking about the soups I can spruce up later puts a few feathers in my chest."

#{ mist and raguna mutually sweatdropping at any point in time is so funny to me #{ her setting herself up as a boy who cried wolf #{ raguna she really is happy for you. you look like you're filming a infomercial LOL #valor bestowed on dirt stained hands | raguna #eccentric charm does no harm | mist

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[Henry, Bloodthirsty and Heart Hungry]

"Oh please. Who's worrying?" There were beads of sweat running down his brow. Tight breaths, tighter smile. He took her small frame, arm under shoulder blade, as they paced themselves away from enemy lines. A few stray bolts skimmed right over his ear, singeing his skin. "You said it yourself. Nya ha ha!" He was having trouble keeping his breaths even, despite her reassurance.

When was the last time it felt this wrong to die?

"Just make sure you don't go into the light, ya hear!? We're almost there, kiddo." His words slurred as they tumbled and skipped over his teeth, onto the floor. He's not panicking. He doesn't know how to panic. This feeling was-- he violently whirled around, with poisonous purple aura escaping his sigil and shuttering through the air. It wasn't panic.

It just wasn't.

@museinmultitudes

#cursed to house a still beating heart | henry #lantern light spring day / won't you forgive a lost soul / for his bleeding heart | mitama

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[Karma, Down on His Luck as Per Usual]

"yeah, i didn't think you looked like the sort to drink this stuff. ha...." a lengthy sigh escaped his lips. for a moment, the bags under his eyes looked a little heavier. "back into the bag it goes. I, uh..." he swiped his nose with his thumb, stuffing the elusive mayo jar back where it belonged. into the abyss, buddy.

"amal'thea, huh? pretty name!" his dark brown eyes glowed, endeared. the way she canted her head made him think of a sheep, or an owl. open window eyes that went on for miles and miles. "i'm terrible with names, so you'll have to forgive me if i ask you again..." scratching the back of his fussed up hair, karma slouched into his chair.

"i'm karma. weird name, i know."

"it's uh... nice to meet you." he already forgot. shit. what was her name again? and it was so pretty, too.

"hey, did you know? there was this one time I was working the night shift at Jojamart and someone came in, eyes glazed over. dull as a doorknob. walked right into the condiment aisle and started drinking this stuff." he looked up at the roof, trying to remember the guy's face. why was it that he only remembered stupid things like that? his mouth quirked into a half-smirk, as he lost himself for a moment there.

"the weirdest people walk into that place at 10pm, i swear."

     amal'thea hadn't quite expected a response from anyone when she idly talked to herself - as she usually was ignored. so, naturally she turned and tilted her head the way a chicken would with a quirked eyebrow to match.

    ❝ oh . . ? ❞ curiosity filled her tone, as she intently stared at the stranger searching in their bag, and finally he -  ❝ oh. ❞ this time, with disappointment.

    ❝ oh ! it - ❞ to try and save him the embarassment,  ❝ - it is not so bad. the mayonaise is - i - . . . i'm appreciating your effort. ❞ a smile, with raised eyebrows that made it seem almost like an awkward grimace. she reached out and gently patted the hand with the mayo - a quiet gesture that said please put that away i do not wanting to be stared at.

    ❝ uhm. ❞ she supposed she should introduce herself, as it wasn't everyday you'd make a friend on the bus. especially not one who'd carry mayonnaise with them. reminded her of the chicken farmers at home. and occasionally herself.  ❝ my name is amal'thea. ❞

    ❝ you ? ❞

#{{ HI AMAL'THEA H #eurydice looks back this time / odysseus is gone | amal'thea #happenstance #brush broken by lack of want | karma

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karma profile — stardew valley oc — "I THINK I LACK THE DRIVE TO BE ANYTHING MORE THAN ORDINARY"

Name: Karma Sekiguchi

Main Verse: Stardew Valley

Occupation: Full-time Jojamart Cash Register Clerk

Faceclaims: Chiaki from 2nd Virgin no Jouzu Sutekata & Hibiki from Bubble

Personality:

( twist on the boy next door ) - people pleaser, easy going. neighbor who seems to have everything together. seems to have a stable living situation, and manages to be very low maintenance when keeping friends. a background character to end all background characters.

( boyish charms ) - he's such a guy. bumps fists with strangers, plays kick-the-can down the sidewalk, hops on every crack just because he hates the idea that he should be bossed around by a silly superstition. wears out his headphones until they're nearly hanging off his ears. loves getting tied up in little games with kids where he beats them all to smithereens.

( closet nerd ) - tries to make himself as unmemorable as possible. hides the fact that he loves sentai / kaiju stories. he loves comics where there's inherent worth in being good. digs a good shoujo. loves watching movies and movies and more movies.

( forgets a lot of things ) - he's pretty bad with names, remembering recipes, sometimes forgets important dates and events too. he occasionally comes off insensitive because of it, even though he has no intention of forgetting any of it. accidentally hurts people because they might remember him from a one off conversation he had with them, but he has no recollection.

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Goals:

daydreams about being able to live off art one day. he's not ambitious enough to romanticize being a starving artist though

finally afford some professional intel on why he's terrible at remembering things

quit jojamart

become memorable. make a one hit wonder or something. anything at all that makes his time on earth worthwhile.

#about: Karma #verse: Stardew Valley

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[ Karma, Down on His Luck as Per Usual ]

"i used to be so into that stuff! heh... it's no good. i don't even think I can handle half a can nowadays." sitting beside her on the bus, Karma reconsidered his answer the moment it left his mouth. sounded mostly like she was talking to herself, after all. but his customer service switch didn't flip off even when he wasn't working at jojamart. "oh! i know."

he began to shuffle through his rucksack, clicking his tongue as the seconds rolled by. too bad though. his shoulders sunk the moment he realized he had emptied out most of his junk for the first time in months. now all he had left was-- "uhhhh. actually. scratch that. you wouldn't want to drink this." he gingerly rotated a jar of mayo between his fingers in a pincer grip, like he was excavating some lost artifact. ha.......

*ੈ ✩‧₊˚ open starter.

❝ joja cola does not sitting well with my stomach. ❞ a groan, ❝ no wonder it is so inexpensive . . . ❞

#{ hellooo! meet karma LOL my full time jojomart worker #to tag later

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plot-driven multimuse RP account !! by annie 💌

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#fire emblem rp #harvest moon rp #story of seasons rp #rune factory rp #oc rp #hm rp #fe rp #{ promos!! just to get the blog out there since i haven't been on in a while

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੭ — there for each other : found family.

ღ request from: @apparitionauthor — I'm a big fan of platonic duos/found family. Could you do a prompt list of something from that arena? If you need something more specific, some of my favorites are mentor&mentee, brothers (not by blood), black cat&golden retriever.

ღ warnings : slight angst but mostly fluff.

“thank you for always being there for me when i needed you.”

“why haven’t you given up on me yet?”

“you’re the only family i got and i wouldn’t change it for anyone else.”

“i always wanted a brother… i finally got my wish.”

“you took me in when i needed a home, i’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

“how are we friends, we’re total opposites!” “well they say opposites attract.” “… i hate it here.”

“choose your own path, don’t let anyone choose it for you.”

“you choose how your future goes, no one else can choose it for you.”

“even though we’re not technically brothers, i still tell people you are since you always have my back and i’ll always have yours.”

“i heard you weren’t feeling good and brought you some soup.”

“you’re more family to me than my real family.”

“be careful.”

“i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt.”

“you’re never a burden to me.”

“come to me if you need anything.”

“don’t stay up too late, you need some rest.”

“stop worrying, i’ll be fine.”

“look how far you’ve have grown.”

“what happened to the [name] that always wanted me to protect them? “they’re still there [character a name], they just need a little less protecting.”

“never apologize for being you.”

#{ platonic prompts ayo

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[ Mist, Cryptid ]

"...Wow, you're pretty good with that." With her hands pressed together, in lieu of prayer, she pressed them onto her lips in genuine awe. To be honest, she hadn't thought half as far as he did, and the fact that he went a mile for a simple question was very... Her lips up-turned, a half-moon of delight evident on her face. Well. It was certainly very Raguna of him. A giggle ensued. "Hehe. If you could never have leftovers again, I guess you'd have to feed them to Torte!" Opportunistic? Her? Never!

"Aw, and raw...?" Mist was pretty sure that would abandon a whole line of dishes from the nations out in the east. She crossed her fingers behind her back, bouncing her arms playfully. "Hmm~🎵 You're sure you'd give up trying sashimi? Steak tartare?"

"...................Hehe."

A sweatdrop ran down her forehead, as her head canted to one side. "Lunch, silly! I was going to ask if you wanted to grab some with me today."

"...You are really in your head sometimes, you know." Takes one to know one! Her smile brightened, inherently ignoring the fact that she may have been the cause of his zigzags. It didn't help that she rather enjoyed him trying to get into her head like that, even if she had no wool to pull over his eyes. If she could infect everyone with a couple of her Mist-isms, they could all share their collective brain cells in one rousing game of marbles.

@incendiums sent: "oh hello, raguna—" Mist begins normally enough, with a finger calmly wagging through the air. "what can you never have for breakfast?"

"Good morning, Mist." At least, he assumed it was still morning based on how much of the field had been worked so far. Days had a way of blending into each other when he was working dutifully through the week. But a glance towards the sky and the sun arcing across it confirms his presumption.

If only a glance could solve all the mysteries of life. Or at the least a single sentence posed by the eccentric woman.

"Uhm? Well there was that time I ate leftovers from dinner that were a bit heavy and-- wait." Now that has a good look at Mist, there's a particular mischief in her expression. Hoe is planted into the ground and he squints. "That's not it, this is a riddle isn't it."

And he is pretty bad at those. Taking things at face value (and being horribly gullible) puts him at a severe disadvantage. And thus, a wonderful target...

"Raw... no. Is it something like ... ah that wouldn't work either." Mist's expression and anticipation are unnerving. But eventually he surrenders relents. "I don't know, Mist. What is it you can't have for breakfast?"

#dcviated #valor bestowed on dirt stained hands | raguna #eccentric charm does no harm | mist #{ ........and the torment continues LMAO between this and our thread on the forums i think they are so funny #{ “wow i'm the only normal one here” (both of them consecutively thinking)