#autumnswordsman

[flcwerborne-a]

she glances down at the dirt when something catches her eye, something that sparkles in the silver light of the moon shining down on her. fish scales. there are droplets of drying blood in the dirt, too. strange... as far as she knows, neither she nor maren did any fishing today. glancing into the pond, she discovers there aren’t quite so many in there anymore. frowning, she looks around. melody doubts that any of the creatures she’s encountered in this town would do anything like this, not when she’s never seen them leave the mines. melody can’t think of anything else that would do this, though. has a new creature cropped up? come morning, she and maren can investigate together!

she leaves the scales alone and begins to head toward the house when she hears twigs snapping in the trees behind her. her heart skipping a beat, melody whirls around to face the direction the sound came from, eyes wide and startled. she can’t see much, unfortunately, the woods dark and dense (the light from the lamps she has set up around the farm doesn’t seem to cut into the darkness). the little fairy supposes this is what she gets for not having them all chopped down, but she did at least want some trees on her farm! it seems that some has turned into a small forest. she wonders, should she run? something inside her tells her to, but her muscles have frozen and she just can’t will them to move. 

“ h-hello? “    melody manages to call out, her voice trembling. she swallows to force down the lump in her throat.    “ i-i— i d-don’t know who or w-w-what y-you are, b-but if you wanted the fish from this pond, a-all you have to— to d-do is ask. “    she’s more than happy to let them — whoever or whatever they are — have their fill. she can easily fish for more of them to stock the pond with. melody’s more worried about her cows and chickens and the like, and, more importantly, her daughter. she feels her muscles move, but rather than toward the house, it’s toward the edge of trees, and she swears her eyes catch sight of something (stripes? lamplight glinting off of eyes and teeth? sharp, sharp teeth...), but she’s sure it’s just the shadows playing tricks on her.    “ do you w-want m-more? i— i-i c-can catch more for you. “

@autumnswordsman​    /    sdv starter call.

#this got longer than i intended it to omg asdhfgsdf #but i hope this is okay!!! #if not lemme know n i can change it!! <3 <3 #ic. #v. stardew. #autumnswordsman

[cirocchio]

👕 He tugs on her shirt to straighten it out and not even a moment later, Jek tugs it back into a fashionably rumpled state with his beak. This exchange continues on for a good minute.

And Ciri lets them go ahead with it. First surprised, then confused, and finally a little amused by the exchange. Jek has a playful nature, much more than her, so she sees his bothersome behaviour as his way of socializing with others. And Zoro is mostly -- kind, and looks out for her ( she thinks ), as well as indulgent of the bird’s strange ways and slightly offensive behaviour. Maybe little too indulgent?

'--eh... hey.' Even so, even she gets bored of being an accessory. Not quite peeved yet, but at some point someone has to call this game quits, right? Neither of the two seems inclined to, not even after she spoke up ( too faintly, perhaps, to be paid attention to ). Jek tugs once more on the collar of her shirt; he grows impatient and more viscous, poking holes in the fabric.

This time she intercepts Zoro’s hand before he can straighten her shirt, and at the same time shifts the shoulder Jek rests on. As she predicts, he flutters his wings and, looks for balance on her lower arm -- on which she places Zoro’s hand, so the black claws grasp onto his skin instead. There. 

‘...m-maybe you two gentlemen should, eh, f-fight it out between, yourselves...? Anyway, you c-could be more friendly,’ A hint of something sterner slips in her gaze, which she aims at Jek, though her voice is still gentle. ‘ and you-- um.’ Well, she actually has no quarrel with Zoro, nor with anyone who could fit two or three times in her twig-like shape, so whichever scolding she had ready on her lips withers and forms a sheepish smile instead. And straightens out her wrinkled shirt herself; though she comes out more disheveled than before this entire exchange.

@autumnswordsman

#autumnswordsman #smh i am sueing them both for bullying :'(( #ciri: and yoU................. good day to you sir.... #your bird now zoro #well she doesnt mean that. but. for a few seconds he can have him.

[meretricious-knave]

‘ was that an accident? ’

Question starters!

He stops on his train of thoughts at the question and manages to glance at the back of his hand. It had been a careless act of his not to wear gloves during his endeavor and it had resulted in him getting wounded if even a little. It wasn’t as big of a slash as he would’ve assumed and, to tell the truth, he doubted it would leave a mark on the long run, but right now it was too blatant to be ignored. 

“Oh, this?” he asks as if he didn’t know already, but quickly continues. “Yes, more or less. Detectives can’t always play it safe, I guess. I was careless this time, though, so that was part of the result.” Not completely a lie, but not the full truth. It could actually be interpreted as an accident and yet, it wasn’t really, more like he brought it forth. Violent as he had been, it was expected for his victim to try and retaliate. 

Glancing away from the wound to the other, he nudges his head a little, voice softer as if to respect the possibility of it being a touchy subject for the man. “What about that? Was it an accident as well?”

#autumnswordsman #《 what's coming next? 》 (asks) #Thank you for sending this iin! #Hope it is good!

[sailorvinus]

💔 💙 !

✨ @autumnswordsman. meme. still accepting!

warning: some pretty heavy stuff.

💔 = has your muse ever been heartbroken? if so, explain what happened.

virote’s only relationship was also his last, during his first year of college. so, you know, he was still around eighteen or nineteen years old. nothing short of abusive and was a complete empty void when it came to any type of love. anthony was a terrible guy. he always raised his voice, never displayed any warmth after the initial first few dates, and was completely insulting. never lifted vis self-esteem up. just shattered it. literally spit on him, made fun of his looks. sometimes, he’d punch his arm until it bruised. just for fun. slap him, too. isolated him from his family and controlled how he dressed, ate, and navigated the world. virote tried to convince himself it was okay. that was the most attention he’d gotten from a man. having a relationship after leaving home as a blossoming adult was the cool thing to do. it was incredible. right? wasn’t it incredible?

it was incredible. an exciting feeling! so exciting that the climax was him tied up in his own closet, scared for his own life when he called anthony over to cut the relationship off after a year and a half of agony. and yeah virote got out. eventually.

but the cost was insurmountable and he’s still paying for it because the toll it took on him as a person was devastating. he still isnt over it. and he wont be over it for a very long time. theres a lot hes yet to unpack, but he’s pushing himself there.

that was his heartbreak. in the end, he’s made attempts at rummaging through the debris and finding some life lessons. he hates that he ended up going through all that shit, though.

💙 = does your muse prefer a night out or a night in?

💙 sometimes he’ll wanna put on some 80s soul music, eat some stuff he bought from sheng kee from earlier that day, and watch the weather channel. talk about nothing. slow dance a little. cuddle. sometimes, he’ll wanna go to the club and watch his coworkers from the dance studio snort coke off of each others ass cheeks in a VIP room. won’t participate, but he’ll cheer them on! sometimes, he’ll wanna go to the graveyard and have the nastiest, sweatiest sex on in a shallow grave, six feet in the ground. you know just whatever he’s feeling. he gets bored easily.

he’s your quintessential wild millennial with a taste for variety. romance is only one cuddle or one super dangerous, illegal situation away.

he takes his completely inexperienced, innocent friends out to look for demons idk what u expect from him.

#( 🌙 ABOUT! A LITERAL MOONLIGHT LEGEND. ✨ ) #/ vi watching someone snort sooo much fucking coke: YOU ARE SO POWERFUL. #autumnswordsman

[sailorvinusmoved]

Favorite way to receive affection? Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care?

✨ @autumnswordsman. meme. still accepting!

🌙 there’s this meme i did for him that split up how his love languages in percentages and i think it represents him pretty well so here we gooooooo,,

acts of service: 40%. quality time: 23%. words of affirmation: 23%. physical touch: 13%. receiving gifts: 0%.

definitely an acts of service type both giving and receiving... *astrology ho voice*... virgo venus... take his garments to the dry cleaner, help him sort his documents, make him his favorite smoothie, read over his writing and critique it!! sort the products in his skincare fridge? he’ll become a puddle. sort his serums and ampoules by ingredients.. the green tea items in their own lil corner. red ginseng products in their own lil section.... sheet masks neatly stacked in the little compartment in the door...

he definitely likes when hes given assistance! even small things like having his favorite wine chilled for when he gets home. virote takes his wine around  60°F-65°F. sometimes lower if it’s a rosé or a pinot noir.

🌙 pretty much the reverse of the previous question. helping his partner in various ways. :)) relationships to him are all about evolution and leveling up. love is only used as a tool to assist in this. anyway, another way is if he gives someone he loves??? a book? vi really loves the writing of banana yoshimoto. straight up, if vi has a boyfriend, there's a 10 / 10 chance vi's given him a copy of ' goodbye tsugumi ' or ' hardboiled & hard luck ' because he holds them so close to his heart! or, he’ll give him a vincent deary book.

on a sappier note, vi will text his man an encouraging, uplifting quote in the morning... or tell his man about his dream... and then ask what he dreamed about in return. go over their current mental health and stresses together. also cooking! listen vi grew up with good food in his life. all sorts of curries and stews and soups and salads. cooking the love of his life some kaeng khanun? he’s all about it....

#( 🌙 ABOUT! AN AURA OF MOONLIGHT AND ROSE GOLD. ✨ ) #/ he has a very practical approach to love. #autumnswordsman

[romantxcxsm-archived]

@autumnswordsman​ started following you

ꕥ  ❛❛  Aghh...How many shots do people usually take before everything’s goes black?  ❜❜ Maybe questioning a stranger about how he could best black-out wasn’t a very good look for himself, but it wasn’t like he’d brought any friends to confide in. Not typically one to go to bars, he’d already convinced himself that the judgement they’d feel towards him would be suffocating. So why not let some random person educate him instead?

#autumnswordsman #♡ ♡ ` ┊ STARTER ` ♡ ♡ #ꕥ `┊ IC { THEO } #( Hi there! Hope this is alright! ). #tw: alchohol mention

[oasisbloom]

on a late friday night,  there were only handful of reasons why someone might have been in her position.  crouched between a trash bin and a park bench,  vivi parted the branches of a small bush,  a bag of chips in her hand.  she shook the bag loudly,  making a point to scrunch the bag up loudly.  if her father ever caught word of this, he would force her on a plane home in a heartbeat.   

“ karoo?  c’mon,  it’s getting late,  we have to go home! “  she muttered into the foliage.  it was only when she noticed the presence of another that she snapped to her feet,  heat rising to her cheeks.  her embarrassment was almost unbearable.  still,  instead of explaining herself,  she let out a nervous laugh.  “ um,  excuse me,  sir...  i don’t suppose you’ve seen a duck running around here,  anywhere? “  // @autumnswordsman​

#modern verse. #autumnswordsman #hello!! #let me know if this is okay!! #modern vivi is still..... so messy

[mcnstros]

“Look, ‘m not tryin’ to keep saddlin’ you with more plants to care for, but yeah... here’s another one.” However, instead of the expected leafy plant, Zoro offers a small mason jar filled with water and some colorful pebbles. Complete with a single frond for decoration, the little container houses a joyfully bobbing marimo ball, and he adds, “Figure more greenery never hurts, yeah? All you gotta do is roll ‘em around in your palm now and then and they’ll be happy anywhere.”

prompted.    /    accepting!

“ aw, zoro, i do not think you are saddling me with them! i enjoy taking care of the plants you give me. “    their apartment could certainly use more life to it than their own.

they bend down slightly to inspect the mason jar. oh, they’ve seen these before! in plant books, when they were looking up how to care for some of the other plants he’s given them. if they aren’t mistaken, it’s an algae called marimo! they’re the cutest little things sorun’s ever seen. with a big smile on their face, they happily take the mason jar from zoro. they’ll definitely have to read up on these, too, and learn how to properly care for them.    “ this is a lovely gift. thank you, zoro. i will be sure to take good care of it. “

#aaaa this was so nice tysm friend!!! <3 <3 #ic. #autumnswordsman

[gcrifin]

@autumnswordsman​ chirped:  Which Shadowlands faction would Lulu fit into? <33

     Aahh, the Shadowlands ─ a realm of souls, a realm of new beginnings. Four covenants stand as one, and the leaders and members therein are all tasked with varying ideals in regards to rebirthing souls and finding their potential place in their new, dedicated afterlife. There are but two of these eon-standing factions that earn dedication and interest from this sunshine-and-wicker Kul’tiran druid.

     The first are The Ascended ─ the kyrian of Bastion, tasked with the impartial judgement of souls that they might step foot onto countless worlds of past lives and ferry them into the Shadowlands. To achieve this, however, a right of rituals and cleansing of one’s memories and past lives are required for the greater good of the process, that one might ascend and carry out their duties without bias. While this does not quite apply to a living being caught in a myriad mix of souls, it is a questioned and challenged process, one which leaves Bastion in disarray. The Archon now questions the harshness of the path, as enemies who have ravaged their beautiful lands and rituals have done so in force, and perhaps looks to find a steady balance of lives new and old therein. Lulubelle would find no qualms calming those confused and lost on the way to their new lives, relishing in the atmosphere and loyal dedication. Every steward would be her best feathery friend, and to fly free carrying remnants of happy memories over sun-kissed plains just makes her heart sing.

     However, while that dedication, aesthetic, and what could be of the newforged path speaks volumes to one in love with the sky, there is another that speaks more personally. The night fae of Ardenweald, guarded by the Winter Queen and The Wild Hunt, rebirth nature souls into service from delicately cultivated seeds and cradles. Those with a connection to the wilds find hearth and service in the lovely, yet deceptively dangerous forests teeming with glowing fauna and wildlife. The fae are a fun, sly sort, basking in the excitement of good fun, turning amusement into retaliation when threats encroach upon the wilds. They put on theatrical plays of past lives to appease their Queen and teach of other worlds, express dedication in song, and lend a nurturing touch to those that would protect nature and all of its children ─ from demi-gods to the smallest of birds singing in the night. Lulubelle finds solace in wild adventures, in memories, in a playful nature bright enough to blind the unfortunate denizens of The Maw. Her cunning and fun-loving personality finds a personable place among the fae, their hyperbolic dramatizations, good times, and all. But when the time comes that they must defend, they waste little time in routing threats with a feral fury. It is in those wild woods that her spirit finds a home, not so unlike the one she came from. 

     So long as they find no dissonance in her druidic connection with the Drust, it is within their ranks that she fits most comfortably.

#//﹡♕ the rabbit with the domino mask. ﹙ooc.﹚ #//﹡♕ we share knowledge in steps and rhythm. ﹙ answer. ﹚ #autumnswordsman #|| cue me slowly peeking my head in #a chance to disembark the hype train as it finally begins to slow down. #it has been a fun time but it has also been a mess. #many unexpected things. #but here I am vibing and thinking about Lulu finding a place in this strange afterlife. #the night fae are basically her kin in spirit and it cannot be denied. #the fun times and the plays and the nurturing... literally the biggest Lulu vibes. #life is just as much a part of nature as death. such is the cycle. #the only concern is that they are currently being sieged by the Drust. #which - at their roots - is the foundation upon which her druidism was born. #it was the way of things before Gorak Tul ruined everything. #but Kul'tiran druids are completely disconnected from current Drust ideology. #so it is with considerable optimism I say they would still welcome her happily. #but aahh thank you for indulging me with this fun little ask! <333 || #//﹡♕ too much to say. ﹙ long post. ﹚

[flcwerborne-a]

“ oh, so it’s you that has been stealing the attention of all the strays here! “    she may sound like she’s scolding the man, but that isn’t at all the case, rather she’s giggling at the sight of kittens and cats alike sitting around him waiting for food bowls to be put down on the ground. oh, of course she knows she isn’t the only one feeding the strays (someone has to look after them, right?), but melody couldn’t help but notice less and less coming around to her and eating the food she puts down for them. perhaps he’s spoiling them with quality brands? he certainly looks like he can afford to. not that she can’t; her wife lets her buy whatever food she wants to feed them, but she isn’t exactly filling those bowls with stuff like tuna or salmon.

melody kneels down on the sidewalk, reaching out to pet the cats that wander over to her.    “ i’m melody, by the way. i’m not admonishing you, i promise! it’s just that i’m used to being the main person around here that feeds them. “

@autumnswordsman​    /    starter call.

#i hope this is okay!! #i re-read zoro's main verse and saw that he feeds stray cats in his spare time so i figured this was #probably good to use as a first meeting! #i know i usually like pre-est stuff but i wasn't sure where to start ksadhdf #ic. #v. main. #autumnswordsman

[meretricious-knave]

@autumnswordsman liked for a starter!

It was almost a coincidence how he found himself in a that sleepy bar. Far quieter than the ones he went to pick up his coworker at, this bar had some charm to it. Or maybe it was just the fact that Kuroiwa himself preferred the quiet. Nevertheless, this place was much more special because of another thing. A certain someone tended such place sometimes. He wondered if he could have the chance to meet him, for better or worse.  It wasn’t usual for him to actually sit and relax in a bar, but why not do it now? It wasn’t as if he really needed to take out information of the yakuza he had thought of meeting. But, there was never too much information. He takes a seat placing bare arms on the countertop, he rests his head on his intertwined hands and glances over at the bartender. 

“I didn’t think I’d get the chance to meet you in person. You’re quite an odd theme in the underworld, did you know? What was your name again?” he asks nonchalantly but in a low tone. His line of questioning could maybe raise some animosity, but his demeanor was anything but hostile or even intimidating, only deadpan, with sprinkled hints of curiosity. 

#autumnswordsman #|| A Line in Duality (thread) #i hope this is to your liking! #Hello and thank you for giving me a chance!

[sailorvinus]

♪ !

✨ @autumnswordsman. meme. still accepting!

love echo / ❝daybreak.❞

guy sigsworth & imogen heap / ❝shurayo.❞

the atomica project / ❝jetstreams.❞

#( 🌙 OOC! RULER OF THE VOLCANIC DIAMOND PLANET. ✨ ) #/ very loosely downtempo and trip hop-y. gfldkjsgfl. #/ wow... rmbered love echo disbanded yrs ago... i guess ill go be sad about it again. #autumnswordsman

[go-forth-and-live]

14. What are you the most proud of? 16. Are there any skills you'd like to learn?

Munday questions || Accepting!

14. What are you the most proud of?

Probably my voice over work, tbh! I only started pursuing it in earnest this year, though I’d done some degree of VO at my day job here and there. I’m not at a stage yet where I would really call myself a good voice actor--I’m still a newbie, still taking classes, still training, still learning. And if I do eventually go full-time, my skills are always going to be a work in progress! But I’m proud of myself for pushing past the nerves and the feeling of “you aren’t a trained actor, you’re never going to be able to make this work,” and just trying it out. I’ve had the chance to work with some really wonderful authors who are deeply passionate about their subject of choice, and being able to perform their material in a way that is engaging for a listener and makes the writer happy is just... gosh! It’s really dang awesome!

16. Are there any skills you'd like to learn?

I want to branch out and learn other areas of VO for sure. Audiobooks are a different performance style than commercial VO, which is different from e-learning VO, which is different from explainer videos, which is different from cartoon VO, etc. My goal is to go full time eveeenntuaaAAALLLYYyyyYYYY???? So I want to make sure I have a broad portfolio of skills to pull from. 

But beyond just professionally, do you ever get that feeling where you just kind of want to learn Everything, and it’s a little overwhelming? I want to learn All the languages, I want to learn how to play All the instruments, I want to learn All the fun neat crafty things, I want to know how to cook All the stuff, just--!!! I love learning things, it’s fun.

To narrow it down somewhat to like... top 5:

I want to improve my Japanese. I still remember a pretty dang decent amount from college, but honestly still like, grade school level stuff. 

Spanish, probably?

I’m a pretty okay cook but baking bread intimidates me and I want to Conquer it

I want to learn how to brew beer, I say, despite having a ton of homebrewing equipment hidden away gathering dust in my apartment that I still have not “found the time” to use, even though I have not left my domicile since March. 

Sewing!!!

#[ooc] spacy speaks #autumnswordsman

[quatervoix]

‘ of course i’ll hurt you . of course you’ll hurt me . of course we’ll hurt each other . but this is the very condition of existence . ’ / from his jjk verse! <33

𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

       ❛ Do I have any room to go against such existence? ❜  

         Is it written in stone? Shown upon the constellations and skies above to be passed as fate? If not, then she refuted it.

         Chest curved inward at the inhale released as a tired sigh. The fullness of lips parted, hesitant as if words alone were a sin ( for a sorcerer perhaps it was ).  ❛ I grow weary of inflicting harm on others. ❜ Every battle...every struggle would strip something from her. Underneath an epidermis she foolishly thought thick was something threatening to break. Cursed with a heart too soft --- it beckoned to be corrupted --- to shatter at the pressure. Obsidian gaze peeked behind equally dark lashes, at the one that uttered such damnation.

         ❛ Do not burden me with your presumptions. ❜

#autumnswordsman #(ask) ᴵʳⁱˢ ⁽ˢʸᵐᵇ. ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ⁾ #also hello 'w'

[oasisbloom]

she blotted crimson off of her lips,  feeling warmth fill her for the first time in ages.  thirst quenched and hunger quelled,  she let go of her victim’s body,  allowing it to slump against a nearby tree.  if a corpse falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it,  does it make a sound?  vivi felt as alive as a wretched undead creature like herself could possibly feel.  newfound strength flowing through her.  it was as if an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders.  there was a blissful sigh as she carded a hand through her hair---  but the euphoria came as fast as it went.  unlike most others of her kin,  vivi was burdened with an awfully strong sense of empathy towards mortals.  

the reality of her actions hit her like a truck. 

frozen,  she stared blankly at the body,  fixated on the dual punctures in his neck.  vivi couldn’t even remember how she got here or exactly where here was.  she could at the very least,  recall the immense hunger that seemed to take over her.  just how far from the city were they?  she gaped,  clamping a hand over her mouth as she stumbled a few paces backwards.  tears stung her eyes.  the looked around frantically,  hoping that no one had witnessed the brutal deed.  the fear lay not in being caught but instead was rooted more in her own guilt.  as strange as it may have sounded,  vivi had never taken a life before.  a vampire who refused to feed,  who refused to kill;  an outlier in her own species,  she had no idea what to do next.   //  @autumnswordsman

#[ V. 006 ] ➹ - - - 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆. #autumnswordsman #hope this is okay!! #kept most details vague since this verse isn't crazy fleshed out in the first place hahah #as usual vivi is in the middle of doing smth dumb sfdfsdfsfsa #death tw // #blood tw //