#heartfilya

[verticordiia]

🔥 "cliques"

here’s the hard truth  ---  friend groups will always form and that is normal and,  in my experience,  should not be penalised.  however,  i do not think that this fandom is particularly cliquey at the moment and that most rpers are actually pretty open to new interactions.  

send me  🔥  for an unpopular opinion  /  accepting.

#heartfilya #001. ooc. woman mentally rifles through friends for the perfect person to sympathise with current pettiness.

[aitheros]

(  ☼  )  lucy   ╱   @heartfilya​

he always had quite the fascination with spatial magic.  perhaps it was the lady of sabertooth that first brought this peculiar skill to the light — then yukino joined ,  and his interest was piqued.  to be able to manipulate space ,  bend it to one’s will ,  was a power rather opposite of his.  sting ,  a dragon slayer ,  who was a man that consumed and destroyed for his power.  

with a curious tilt of his head ,  he says ,   ❛  so yer keys basically open a doorway to another pocket in space.  that’s  . . .  kind of badass.  how’d ya get started with this magic anyway ?  ❜

#heartfilya #here you go ! #☼ threads. — ❛ go to hell，for heavens sake. #☼ route i. — ❛ rise with humility，fall with dignity.

[eldingvordr]

“My bunny slippers are too cool for you.” \ bickslow.

“Ha! You wish, Princess!” Bickslow cackled, grabbing Lucy around the waist and lifting her clear off the ground. He shook her around a little, just for good measure, tilting Lucy like he was going to turn her upside down like a schoolyard bully shaking the milk money out of their comically smaller target’s pockets. 

“Maybe I’ll just take ‘em right off ya! Though, those tiny lil’ bunnies wouldn’t fit over my big toe.” He wiggled a foot, currently clad in a shark-shaped slipper, in emphasis. 

#the rook [ bickslow ] #ic #heartfilya

[eldingvordr]

“Are you shivering?” \ freed.

“Ah, just a touch.” Freed, teeth chattering, glanced over at Lucy, bundled up to her ears in warm, fur-lined articles. In drastic to comparison to himself in his customary red double-breasted duster, while stylish, was hardly enough for the cold weather. He rubbed his upper arms through the weathered fabric of the coat, trying to work some warmth-- and feeling-- back into both his arms and fingers. 

“Nearly five years at the guild and you’d think I’d have built up more of a cold weather wardrobe. That’s what I get for not researching enough before we left.” he gave her a sheepish smile. Eventually, all his years of travelling would do him some good. “Are you warm enough, yourself?” 

#the knight [ freed ] #heartfilya #ic