#asks.♕

[bullyberry]

@canidgrit is in the way: ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜

First Meetings

Stella simply stares down at the boy and the papers she'd scattered from his hands. Admittedly she hadn't intended to do so but she didn't feel bad for making him drop all his work either. Nor did she intend to help him gather said work. She had intended to simply walk on, enjoy her day without a single thought to her own carelessness. But his biting remark made her stop. No dog bit her and went by without a bite back. There was a coldness to her stare that could send a chill through a Cryogonal. Her foot moves stepping on the paper closest to her and grinds the paper into the ground, tearing holes into it while the dirt from her shoe is wiped clean upon it.

"Oops. Sorry. Guess I didn't see you there." There's no sincerity to her voice. If anything it's mocking in it's apathy. "It's hard to notice runts. Even when they're in your way. Guess that's why you should be careful who you walk in front of, huh?"

#canidgrit #♕ in character ♕ #♕ asks ♕ #((Yeah remember when I said she wasn't a bully anymore? #I might've lied about that 😬 #She's still kind of a bully))

[fanfaire]

　　 ——— ARIA OF ABLUTION ! ———

　　　　　　❝　FAREWELL, happy dreams of the past 　　　　　　the rosiness in my cheeks has already gone pale 　　　　　　the joys, the sorrows soon will end, 　　　　　　the tomb confines all mortals! 　　　　　　do not cry or place flowers at my grave, 　　　　　　do not place a cross with my name to cover these bones! 　　　　　　ah, the misguided desire to smile; 　　　　　　god pardon and accept me.

　　　　　　　　　　　 ♕

lights, camera, curtain! furina has arrived at the liyue harbor lantern festival.

please read below for more information on the details of her being here; i've taken some creative liberty to work her into the occasion as more than just her attending a festival out of curiosity, to provide more potential avenues for interaction!

ENTRER EN SCENE : furina de fontaine.

— it wouldn't be furina if we didn't start with the look. due to her reason for being here, she had a custom tailor, working together with liyuean fashion consultants, put together an attire in which she'll be seen in all public capacities at lantern rite. it's a marriage between liyuean and fontainean designs, and, as furina has heard that it is considered the year of the dragon, has many dragon patterns and motifs inked and embroidered throughout. she also has her hair done up ( its in its long pneuma look ) in a french bun with a few curled loose locks in front, and a gold hairpiece also in the shape of a dragon

— speaking of the reason she's here: furina is preparing for a new production that's made its way through fontaine's social buzz. it's a well-known liyuean opera that's reached international popularity due to a recent manhwa adaptation that took bookstores across teyvat by storm, titled grove of wild boars. fontaine is putting together their own stage adaptation, and furina is serving as a consultant to the director, who, while talented, is still young and inexperienced with the industry. she's here with most of the production crew mostly on research, and the timing just happened to line up with lantern rite. so why not enjoy both!

— though furina will also be busy with production research, she enjoys social and lively atmospheres, and will rarely say no to being approached or introduced to a new experience. she'll most likely be found: around the opera houses and venues; around the nearby areas both urban and wilderness with the production crew; any stand selling sweets; ( occasionally ) squirreled away somewhere quiet and remote to have a moment to decompress

inbox :　open for interactions! dont gotta ask just yeet em in i want to emphasize i'm going to be doing all event interactions as minis with a 250 wc challenge to keep things manageable for myself below are also some specific plot ideas i'm tossing out if you'd like to do something more unique and plotted! please leave a comment with the symbol if you're interested in grabbing a specific plot and i'll get back to you ( it also helps if you leave ur discord if ur comfortable. if not, i'll tumblr dm you )

🍨 after sampling xinyue kiosk's dessert stand, she has to experience the full dining experience at the restaurant herself, especially after learning about its gourmet, luxury service and ambiance! but for a once-archon, for whom attending lavish banquets was once bread and butter, furina finds herself . . . unable to justify the cost of it now, even without chevalmarin's scolding. but she looks so forlorn out there, eyeing the menu. won't you take pity on her?

🐦‍ plenty in the team had told léandre it wouldn't be a good idea to bring his umbrella finches on the trip, but the director-slash-bird-enthusiast simply couldn't bear the thought of leaving his beloved pets behind. and in an unexpected accident, the completely-expected happened — startled by the wild popping of liyue's firecrackers, the birds escaped their cage! all five of them. and you, for one reason or another, have been pulled into helping retrieve them.

💎 while on a walk on some quieter rural roads outside the city, the jade pendant furina had bought earlier in the day suddenly shatters around her wrist. isn't it supposed to be indestructible? —what furina doesn't realize is that jade is meant to ward away evil. only, the evil now fast approaching was far too strong for one measly jade piece to handle.

🕯️ the adepti are such a core part of liyue's cultural shaping and belief system that furina felt the need to visit one of the shrines and pay her respects. only, she can't help but feel that something doesn't sit right about a fake ex-archon offering prayers to a divine being. you catch her in such a rare state of conflict and hesitation, otherwise alone. ( a ruminative, melancholy angled prompt )

🎭 the production crew has secured vip seating for a showing of auspicious dragon and phoenix, performed by the celebrated yun-han opera troupe at heyu tea house: a hard to come by opportunity particularly during lantern rite season when just viewing the traditional masterpiece is said to bring good fortune. only one snag: they need just one more member in their party to qualify for large group price discounts, which they could sorely use given their allotted funds. who'd pass up the chance, right? come attend an opera with furina!

#「 ✦✧ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆¸ 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / production notes. ♕ 」 #GHLanternRite2024 #the prompts aren't exhaustive so if you have other interaction ideas that aren't here suggest them !! #i'll ofc take asks and interacts that aren't any of these also #i'll still send things to others if and as ideas strike me hehe

[zcrayas]

Towers over the hunchback woman. He leans down, tilting his head to see what she's looking at. - acoldshadow

It was a piece of a map. Few crosses of red ink decorated it.

Her finger traced down the marked road down from the North, then, distracting from it. Tapping over two bigger landmarks, while her head stretched to spot any of them.

"Fie..." Apparently, she had lost the course while avoiding the patrolling horseback knights.

He might have watched her for a good moment; before turning to check the surroundings behind - only to find the large frame with canine features leant closer. Such sight had her jump up from the a crumbled ruin she had as her seat. Yet, this one was not a wild beast - and stood tall like a knight.

For how long? Rya pondered.

"Pardon my distress, for you have taken me by surprise." || @acoldshadow

#acoldshadow #♕*.answered #♕*.ic #♕*.threads #|| hello and thank you for this ask! :D

[galatially]

Delivery! 💌 You chose option “❤️‍🔥”, which coincides with passion.

The color Choso sees most often is red. It’s the blood that pours from the black line across his nose and from his fingertips. It’s the color that bursts from arms and legs and torsos that have been split apart by his technique.

Red is what he associates with combat, vengeance. Death.

This is not how Choso sees you.

You are a prism refracting a beam of light, harnessing each wavelength to your every whim. Every possible color that could ever exist does not escape your grasp.

Green when you wake in the morning and are ambitious to face the new day. Yellow when you’re content to hold his hand as you walk down the street together. And maybe he does see a bit of red when he sometimes forgets to tell you that he’ll be home later than usual, but as soon as you have him in your arms it’s mellowed out to a warm and relieved orange.

The world is dull and gray when you’re apart. Nothing produces the same vibrancy as you. So when he’s by your side once more, there’s an overwhelming need to be as close to you as possible. A hand around your hip, chests pressed as close together as possible, head resting on your shoulder. He knows his love is intense. But he knows no other way to match the bright and pure light that is your love.

Thank you for using the Valentine Delivery Service! Have a lovely Valentine’s Day! 💘 / divider by cafekitsune

don't mind how late this was lol

this made me so happy...until i remembered that choso isn't real and not, in fact, in love with me 😭😭😭

#ask me anything ♡♡♡ #message received 💌 #my moots ♡♡♡ #jess ♕

[tsareviich]

hollywood-based verse highly affiliated / ship exclusive with @w4ntd

his orders were simple: keep an eye on flynn rider and report back to his father and the baron. it was easy. all he had to do with feed the actor's ego and he, very easily, found himself close to him. but things never stay easy. feelings never stay easy. it took him little time to find him genuinely becoming flynn's best friend. which... wasn't good. it took him even less time to fall in love with him. which was even worse.

soon he found himself reporting less information, something his father was quick to notice. one visit later and everything had gone to shits: flynn now knew he had been working with the baron. so vasily left and flew back to russia. it was a coward's ending, but he never claimed he wasn't a coward.

fast forward five years, and vasily finds himself back in hollywood, looking to try to earn flynn's trust back. it doesn't take long and they find themselves in a relationship. things are good, but overtime vasily does notice that flynn does seem to be drinking and doing quite the number of drugs.

important notes:

he's very frequently in tabloids, often linked with flynn

he's has quite the following on the socials ( bc of his relationship with flynn/posting photos of them/him )

he's usually at red carpet/award shows/parties as flynn's plus one

sometimes he's on set but usually he stays home, unless flynn's on set somewhere not local and he can make a mini-vacation out of it.

#♕ ┊ v. hollywood ┊ ❛ i once was poison ivy; but now i'm your daisy ❜ #if there's any other questions pls feel free to ask #basically took one verse and then turned it into its own verse since it made more sense #but it's open for interactions bc they could be fun!! #it just took me forever to write it up

[stormbcrn]

i just think it's neat that with robert baratheon's dying breath, he was like "i was wrong for trying to kill daenerys, she's only a child. the gods sent the boar to punish me for trying to kill her, she's only a girl. let her live if you can, don't let them kill her"

#♕ * ooc. / mother of shih tzus! #yes robert just died in my reread why do you ask? #i mean /dying breath/ is an exaggeration but he was cut open crotch to nipple according to the book so i think it still counts #he literally talks about daenerys more than he talks about ned watching over his actual (aka his perceived) children

[bullyberry]

Stella: I am very composed and nothing makes me feel anything. Someone: *Pities Stella* Stella:

#♕ OOC ♕ #blood tw #violence tw #ask to tag #((I'm sorry Kotone she's just *gestures vaguely* like that))

[rosehearrt]

happy birthday to the bestest boy !! <3 <3

GIVE HIM SOME LOVE TODAY PLSSSS HE DESERVES IT

#*♕ ‣ everything i’ve let go of has claw marks in it — ( ooc. ) #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE #I ADORE YOU BABY BOY #give me all the bday asks pls and thx

[rcjoice]

[ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's ( from skunk <3 )

comfortable intimacy

it feels good to laugh with him. it feels better to lay here with him, hands intertwined and bodies pressed side to side together. this softness between us. it feels nice. something i haven't felt in a while. something i've wanted for years. there was no drama, there was no fighting, there was no real worry. i could just exist around him and it doesn't feel like i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. i roll over onto my side, and he follows suit, just looking at each other now. he shifts closer, resting his forehead against mine. his eyes are really pretty. my hand comes up to cup his cheek. he's warm and soft. "you know, you're definitely the coolest guy i've ever hung out with." it's soft when i say it, i'm scared to break this moment. it feels fragile. it feels like if i breathe too hard, we'll be taken out of this little romcom-ish bubble. should i kiss him now? it feels like i should kiss him. but this moment is so nice. so warm. i don't want to change a thing about it.

@f4mily

#they r so cute #{ i wish i may i wish i might } ☠➥ { asks } #{ this is the life that almost killed me }♕➥{ main verse } #f4mily #f4mily;ic

[kokoronohiroi]

@kudakenai asked ! : “lately, you’ve seemed a little… off.”

THE DAYS slowly melded together ever since the loss of older role model had passed. calloused fingertips fiddled with pen in hand , mindlessly scribbling on paper that was supposed to be turned in within the hour. truthfully - okuyasu had hardly noticed the woman sit beside him and ask a simple question. it snaps him back to reality briefly , eyeing the paper now ( ruined. ) rendered intelligible. there's an almost inaudible sigh that escapes his lips , crumpling the paper up since grades hardly held any real weight for him. ' there's nothin' to worry about , yu. i think i've just been sleepin' less as of late. '

#kudakenai #❝ ♕ 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. / answered asks. #❝ ♕ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. / ic. #( loveeeeee making him sad :)))))))) and be upset about his brother <3 )

[regisraven-a]

like this for memes 🔫

#and if we're mutuals on my multi so i'll include that too <3 #no longer asking!!!!!! #saturday tomorrow . and also NOTICE MONTH AT WORK WOO #✧ ♕ 〘 ooc. ⤳ being perfectly fucking civil.

[tsareviich]

So, as an older camper, Vasily has the same kind of feeling toward the other campers as Mr. D does. He's seen too many other campers, friends even, either not come back from quests or just not return at all, eventually learning of their deaths. He's learned over time to just... not make friends. It's easier. On the rare chance he does, he'll do his best to memorialize them and just take a bunch of photos. Over time, he's done this less and less. Since it's just easier than being in mourning constantly or living with the worry.

This is a large reason why no one says anything about his weed garden. It's not appropriate, but it's his way of coping. And they understand that.

However, once he learns his brother is also a demogod, this all just... gets worse.

#♕ ┊ headcanon & meta ┊ ❛ an idiot or an idiot ❜ #♕ ┊ v. demigod ┊ ❛ you take what you can get ; and you make the most of it ❜ #also mr. d just likes having the good stuff around #but that's the excuse he'll tell others when asked

[fanfaire]

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?

　　　　　　　　　　　　「　★　botanical headcanons!　」

the individual furina would theoretically want to contact most is what she knows as her mirror-self, or focalors. but that does make this somewhat of a cop-out answer because i think ultimately if really, genuinely given the chance to leave a last message for her mirror-self, furina would think about it for a long time

and then ultimately end up not doing it.

. ♕ — ( 1 ) to my understanding, furina never actually knows about focalors' existence, whether she's real or hallucinated, or what happened to her at the end of the fontaine AQ.

from what we see, furina never again speaks to or hears from focalors in the 500 years after she first receives the assignment to act the part of the hydro archon, on blind faith that it would potentially help to stop the prophecy from happening. ( i could do a whole other meta about furina's agreement to do so but that's for another day. )

this is deliberate on focalors' part, and i think not for lack of furina trying over the centuries. it's likely that furina has gone through many, many iterations of the:

— was that just a dream — am i actually doing all of this for nothing — i haven't heard anything else maybe i'm just acting for nothing — no it had to be real or else i really will have done all of this for nothing — if only i could just have one, one hint, one clue this is still useful . . .

cycle over all the time she's spent committing to the bit. but focalors' deliberate decision to never give her "a sign from god" ( given that focalors is very cognizant at the end of the AQ of how much furina has gone through in order to play her role and — iirc — implies she's aware she did her dirty in order to adhere to the plan ) was also part of the plan. not only in the sense that furina had to be clueless of it in order to not attract the attention of the heavenly principles, but also because i believe focalors was aware that in order for furina to best play the part for as long as she needed her to, she had to on some level believe the part.

and that meant merging herself and godhood psychologically on some level. which wouldn't be as possible or effective if she knew that she was getting directives from a separate entity, aka. 100% sure she hadn't just all imagined it in her head in a fever dream one day or something.

and then of course insofar as the end of the AQ is concerned, only neuvillette and the traveler are privy to focalors' appearance and her reveal of her grand master plan. and only the traveler ever experiences furina's memories and inner psychology within the dreamscape while furina herself is catatonic in the chair.

. ♕ — ( 2 ) this is all to say: even though on some level furina still wants answers to all those questions above:

— was it all for nothing / was the prophecy fake — did i play my role well — did i save fontaine like i wanted to — were you ever real

on some other level she also doesn't want the answers to those questions. there's safety and stability in the schrodinger's answer, so to speak: without knowing for sure, she can continue on with the narrative she needs in order to make sense of herself.

she wants the answers to confirm that it all meant something. she doesn't want the answers out of fear that it all meant nothing.

#「 ✦✧ 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 / unmasqued. ♕ 」 #i did not answer the question tbh but i sure went a whole circle to elaborate on how the question wasn't answered ALJDGADKJ #thank you for the ask !!

[bullyberry]

((A bit of backstory on Penny & Stella's relationship but as I always like to do it's working backwards. So this is actually from when they stopped being friends.))

In only the span of a year Penny and Stella had gone from strangers to best friends, perhaps soul mates even. They knew more about one another then even their parents knew about them. They were as thick as thieves and closer then ivy grown around itself. Yet in the span of a few months things had changed. The introduction of others to their friendship twisted the entire thing. No longer was it just the two of them, now there were more and it felt like those new bodies were separating them. At least for Penny it did.

Even as they stood on the observatory walk way together, watching the stars with only each other. Penny felt a million miles away from their best friend. Their eyes lingered on the mousey brown hair on the fellow student rather then focused on the stars they usually adored so much.

Meanwhile Stella stared to the sky, stood as close to Penny as she could get, arm wrapped around their arm. Where Penny felt a million miles away, Stella felt right at home. As though this was exactly where both of them belonged. Nothing else mattered to her world so long as her best friend was at her side.

"You've been staring an awfully long time, my lucky charm. Don't tell me you're falling for me under the starlight." Stella jokes tearing her eyes away to stare at their friend. Penny's face goes red all the way to their ears and they look away quickly making Stella laugh. Penny's expression doesn't change despite the joke. It remains thoughtful and solemn almost.

"Something's obviously on your mind. What's wrong?" Stella pushes leaning closer to her friend. Penny keeps their eyes locked to the sky tracing the invisible lines of the Draco Constellation. After a long time of mental debate and silence they finally speak.

"Do you like me, Stella." It's phrased less as a question and more like a statement. Stella leans back from Penny as though physical recoiled by the question. She doesn't let go of Penny's arm though. In fact her grip tightens.

"Of course I do, Penny. You're my best friend." There's genuine reassurance in her voice. It's rare to hear her speak so authentically. Penny believes her or at least wants to believe her. Yet finds themselves unable too. Her actions the past few months, their interactions with these supposed new friends. The constant remarks on Penny's well everything, the distance put between them and these new friends, the lingering silence that surrounds Penny when they're all together as a group. It doesn't match her words. Not to them.

"I-it doesn't feel like it." Penny still can't stand to look to Stella. But at least their looking down now. Eyes focused on the handrail the two are leaning on rather then the vast shining abyss that expands out above them.

"... What do you mean?" Stella knows what they mean. Even if it's only subconcious. She knows she's been treating Penny differently with the others around. The others don't like Penny. They call Penny weird, unsettling, creepy. They don't understand why Stella hangs around Penny. They can't see Penny the way she does and she doesn't know how to make them see Penny the way she does. Not without losing them.

If she can just get Penny to show them what they're really like though, that loyal and intelligent side they hide, she knows they'll love Penny. She just has to push Penny a little. That's all and it's easier to push Penny then to push back. She won't lose Penny, can't lose Penny. Penny is her lucky charm, her best friend. She's not gonna lose that...

"When we're with everyone else you always treat me so... Cold. Like... I don't even matter to you." They're always smiling with Stella around. They laugh with her, joke with her and she laughs, jokes right back. Yet when Penny tries to join in it's silent. Even Stella is silent just watching them as though evaluating their worth. Are they worth the time to be around? Are they worth this friendship? Are they worth anything at all.

"Of course you matter to me. You mean more to me then any of those others." All they'd have to do is say the word and Stella would abandon those others. They don't matter, only Penny matters. They've known each other for only a year yet it feels like they've built an entire life together. She can't ruin that. She can't abandon that.

"... So why do you ignore me? Why do you just let them do whatever they want?" Why does she just stand there when they steal Penny's things? Why doesn't she say anything when they lock Penny away like some embarrassing secret? If Penny really mattered to Stella why doesn't she do anything? Did they matter? Did they matter to her or to anyone or anything at all? "I-.... I thought friends were supposed to stand up for each other."

"If I did that, what would you learn? I'm not your friend to protect you. You need to do that yourself. I'm your friend to teach you. Learn some independence, Penny." She was helping Penny. She was teaching them. This is what friends do. Stella knew this is what love is. Love is holding the ones you care for tight and molding them into their perfect selves. She was doing the right thing, she was helping Penny. Penny just wasn't trying hard enough. They weren't doing enough. They just... They needed a firmer hand in their molding.

That wasn't love. Penny knew that wasn't love. Love was protecting the ones you cared for. Defending them from the wrongs of the world and not letting others push them around. Love was keeping your distance if you had too. Doing whatever was necessary to protect the people you care for. Love was sacrifice and Stella wasn't willing to do that. It'd be selfish to push her to do that. The most loving thing Penny could now

"... I don't think I want to be your friend anymore, Stella." Penny pulls their arm from Stella. Whose grip loosens in shock when she hears those words leave Penny's mouth.

"... What?" This wasn't happening. She was losing her grip, her control of the mold. Penny wasn't supposed to do this. They were supposed to stay. Toughen up and show Stella's other friends how great they really were. They weren't... They weren't... They weren't supposed to abandon her. They couldn't. They couldn't be doing this. It had to be a joke, a prank. They'd teamed up with her other friends for this, right? They had too.

"I think... I think I need to be independent." Without even thinking about it they throw Stella's words back in her face. This was for the best. If they stayed Stella's friend and her friends turned against her because of that... What kind of friend were they?

How quickly friends go from soul mates to strangers. In the span of a months to a few minutes.

#♕ Drabbles ♕ #ask to tag #bullying tw

[arcstral]

Seeing that shining blue makes her blood boil, simmering in her chest as she tries to hold back the best she can from causing a scene. It is almost the same shade of blue as that infernal child, that defect, wears halfway in their hair. It is the same blue that glimmered from a ring worn as she faced her end. And it is the same blue that plagues her now. He had looked much better when summoned by Lord Sombron, red with rage and the stain of blood.

Seeing him here and happy while she'd had to die and leave Lord Sombron behind, it almost makes her want to stride over and give him a true piece of her mind. But she can be civil. She must think of it as another thing she has to do to serve Lord Sombron, then there is nothing for her to worry about.

"Marth-" His name comes out as more as a sting than she had meant for it, barbs splintering at the edge of her tongue while everything else about her body language conveyed someone who simply wanted a nice, civil chat. This may not be the same Marth from within the rings, rather the real Marth, the one from the stories of heroes told of the rings, but he still shares that face, the one that she had stared down as her life faded. "How... unexpected to see you here, darling. The great Hero King, at a simple academy. How noble of you."

               The 'great Hero-King' turns- senses balking with alarm, confusion, then at last realization at the venomous inflection in the woman's voice. Just like his encounter with Alear, the notion of familiarity to which Marth can offer no understanding is the same, and, just like Alear, this stranger must derive her knowledge of him from an echo; the Hero-King belonged to another world. Though he still grapples with acceptance over the newfound knowledge, it is the most reasonable explanation that exists to date in explaining such strange, one-sided encounters. Weighing heavily toward love or hatred while Marth himself possessed no memory of a former meeting.

               But... upon first look there is one point of nostalgia that follows his inspection of the other. Friends, enemies, acquaintances, gods- dragons have taken so many a shape across his life that to identify their kind is a perk of natural progression. That same area of expertise shines an illuminating light upon the woman before him.

               Ears uniquely slanted into fine points, serpentine pupils gouging into the middle of the iris, and even the indiscernible metric of strangeness that an inhuman presence can hold to full, such signs serve unfailingly to signal that she is dragon. Of this there is no mistake. Even if his eyes should fail him then surely it will be the heart that knows just as well. But this dragon... this one defines his very dread, come in the form of a mage dragon; belonged to a tribe flowing with countless villains upon his native continent. To the one that stole from him a mother.

               "You..."

               Surprise gives way to a middling ground, suspended between horror and judgement, a clench of his fingers, and then—

               release.

               "You are new to the academy, I presume? Welcome." All inhibition is cut away by the shears of hospitality. While a smile, too, can be a weapon, the king wields his only in complete sincerity. Whatever the distasteful experiences between this woman and the Hero-King that walked- floated- before, in his eyes their present encounter is a seed that has yet to sprout in any sort of way. "A denizen of distant Elyos is clear in these parts, milady.... your way of speech informs me that you are plenty informed of my whereabouts. The version of me that once resided in your land, anyway."

               The same wise eyes peer back at her, the same blue they may be, and even an identical soul churning behind the difference of skin, bone, and flesh, but it is memories that make a man in the end. Or a ghost. His gaze does not flicker with recognition and in its place is a curious, prodding warmth. "—I am not your Hero-King I am sorry to say. I know little of you, not even a name. But if you will introduce yourself then perhaps here we can start anew."

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #melusinezephyr #chronologically zephia's ask takes place after his meeting with alear who is giving him many Revelations #so i'm going to place marth in this pending sort of acceptance and knowledge about the elyosian emblems #welcome to the academy zephia :) #engage spoilers

[rcjoice]

please explain the alice and adam situation. what is that

send curious anons!!

"we're just having fun." is that what they were having? he doesn't even really know how it started, just remembers it being a thing one day. "i like her, she likes me. both of us like him, he likes both of us." he shrugs. "it's not super hard, are you fuckin' dense or something? polyamory, look it up." did he just google that word when selene asked when he knew he was polyamorous after he told her everything? maybe.

#Anonymous #{ i wish i may i wish i might } ☠➥ { asks } #{ this is the life that almost killed me }♕➥{ main verse }