#undetermined tag.

[crackshots-a]

( this is from last year but it's CUTE so we're ANSWERING IT HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROMPTO!!! | @lunabrae )

lunafreya approaches their pre-ordained meeting time on the dot, if not early. pyrna is excitable and alert in her left arm, perched upon her chest, while umbra pads behind at a steady pace. in her other hand, she tows a medium-sized cart to lag closely behind. inside, a large bouquet of daffodils, marigolds, and sunflowers rest inside an ornate vase, loosely tied in ribbon. beside it, a tin of fine altissian chocolate, adorned with a handwritten letter adressed to him. lastly, a humble gift, wrapped neatly in paper, tucked away underneath.  and when her eye catches him.... her entire face lights up. pryna in tow, lunafreya sets down the handle of the wagon to meet prompto half-way, and wraps him in a close, one-armed embrace. " it's good to see you, prompto. happy birthday. "  her words spill sincere, and she presses a greeting kiss to his cheek. pryna follows suit, with a plethora of licks to the other side of his face, earning a giggle out of luna. " i think someone else missed you, too. "  she hands pryna off to prompto to hold her before stepping away, making sure to politely fold her hands across her front, though they soon grow antsy and draw back to him. fiddling with his coat, fluffing pryna's fur. a smile is plastered on her face, and quickly she forgets the purpose of her visit.  "i believe... i am your escort for this evening. although.... " sheepishly, lunafreya grabs the handle of her wagon containing his gifts. " you will have to take this in, i apologize for it being cumbersome. " petite hands help wheel the apparatus into his home (with nudging from umbra). " i do hope you like them.... yellow always reminds me of you, prompto. like... the sun, or.. a chocobo! "  her now free arm extends to catch prompto's elbow, the cool night air of insomnia as inviting as it was crisp.  " noctis has requested that i not answer any questions related to location or content of the location, however.... since it's your birthday dinner .... i am inclined to tell you if you are warmer or colder. shall we? "

in contrast, prompto was late–––– only by a few minutes, but still embarrassing to him considering the meeting location was just outside of his front door. it had been his own fault. he'd pulled out every nice shirt he owned ( a total of three ) & spent far too long putting them on, looking in the mirror, & swapping them out to compare. normally, he didn't care much about what he wore. noctis & gladio usually didn't care, & ignis cared, but not in the sense that he ever looked down upon his casual clothing, more like he cared if he had holes in his clothes or if something had a stain. but they weren't the only ones joining him for dinner, luna would be there too, & though her impression of him was a good one, he wanted to do all that he could to keep it that way. not to mention, with her involved, his birthday dinner was bound to be a bit more extravagant than their usual pizza joint.

by the time he'd realized he was past the meeting time, he attempted to rush outside to make it as soon as possible. luckily, he noticed before making it out the door that he had yet to grab his jacket. & his pants. delaying him for a few minutes more.

he'd expected to step outside & be led away to dinner immediately, so he couldn't help the way he froze as he laid eyes on the wagon. his jaw dropped, feet moving forward & back before he was able to urge himself towards lunafreya once more. her hug was accepted & returned. his face flushed at the kiss to his cheek, but it was hidden as he grinned & laughed as pryna licked his cheek. ❝ thank you! it's good to see you too, luna! ❞ he welcomed pryna into his arms, eagerly welcoming another round of her own happy birthday kisses with more bright laughter. ❝ i missed you too, pryna! ❞

prompto tried to keep his attention on the dog in his arms, but luna's hands, fiddling with & fixing his jacket, plus her closeness as she brushed her hands over pryna's fur, brought the heat back to his cheeks. he had to hope that she would think he was simply embarrassed over all the fuss made for his birthday, but he wasn't so sure that she was fooled.

finally, his question about the wagon was answered, & he struggled with incoherent babbling for a few seconds before he finally found his words. ❝ don't apologize! this is amazing! you didn't have to do all this! ❞ he certainly wasn't going to turn it away now that it was here, & he used his unoccupied hand to maneuver the wagon through the doorway & into the house.

the sun. it was such a sweet & honest comparison that he couldn't help the way his smile grew, though he tried to hide it. he turned away so he could place the vase–––– far too extravagant for his meager home–––– on the table, giving an over––––exaggerated groan. ❝ chocobos, really? not you, too! ❞ opening her gift & reading her card would have to wait until after dinner ( probably for the best, as he was sure reading another letter from her, this one more personal, would make him emotional ), but he did swipe a single chocolate to eat on the way.

finally, they exited for good. luna's arm wrapped around his elbow, & they began their trek through the crown city's street. he didn't have the faintest idea where they were headed, but he could make this guessing game fun. ❝ warmer or colder, huh? lemme think...is it that pizza place noct & i used to go when we were in high school? or kenny crow's? oh, i got it–––– it's that kids' restaurant with the singing animatronics! ❞

his guesses were only going to get more ridiculous, but it would be worth it if he could make her laugh.

#lunabrae #[ this one turned out SUPER cute wtf ] #『 sorry i got so real all of a sudden –––– prompto answers 』 #『 questions that need answering –––– asks 』 #undetermined tag. #﹄ プロンプト生誕祭 –––– happy birthday prompto! ﹃

[theclosetedskeleton]

oh my god this is actually the like one of the first digital colored drawings of my oc oliver anyways POST CANCELLED!!!!!! OC POST GO

1/4 or 1/5 if i draw my other ocs relating to the story i have hes from

#closet rambles again on tumblr #i did this in under 30 minutes this isnt the best but i almost have to go so #i forgot the last name i chose for him #like for SOME reason i remember my oc august's last name which is miller but i cant fucking remember olivers grrr #I THINK it was wait #lemme check #found it but i dont like that last name i chose #so thats gonna be undetermined for now #closet art tag ^^

[vuulpecula]

✖ @ensnchekov cont.

She was being unfair, she knew. It wasn't his fault, but that did little to temper the irritation boiling beneath the surface of her skin. As much as she wanted to be inside a jaeger, the idea of sharing minds with someone...it was terrifying. Anger was easier. Building walls was easier. Being difficult was so much easier than being vulnerable.

"So what if I do?" From her sulking around the facility, she had seen him a few times, had heard about him from others. Sunshine. That is the word that came to mind. Bright. "Fine," Fox ground out, adding a softer "nerd" as she walked away from him. She knew his name, but she already resigned to only referring to him as 'Nerd'. He had to be smart to make it this far and he knew complaining would get them nowhere, but it wouldn't stop her from taking her irritation out on him. Hurting him in a round-about way to hurt herself. "Are you coming or are you going to stand there watching me walk away?"

#ensnchekov #[ SHES SO MEAN TO HIM OMG ] #[ & NO WORRIES ! seriously take as much time as you need lol ] #[ i hope life is being more gentle with you <3 ] #[ i'm gonna pop into your dms tomorrow to harass you with ideas lmfao ] #[ <3 <3 <3 ] #x | v. undetermined. #[ ok wow i need to make a pacific rim tag apparently lol ]

[bllakcat]

THERE WAS NO DENYING IT, : this game between them, something that started as with the simple rules of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓 &. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. ... BUT SHE IS KNOWN TO BEND THE RULES WHEN SHE SEES FIT, to test the limits. it started to be tempting, they both noticed it, whether they admitted it to themselves or not. ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, when those sharp claws pressed his buttons, IT MADE HER GREEDY FOR MORE! &. despite knowing the dangers, she wouldn't stop. ( as said, greedy. )  ━━━━ even now, when they are forced to sit in this darkness, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. ❝ you know, i'd hate to say i told you so. ❞ SURE CAT, the way you allow sarcasm to leak from your silvertongue, you make the white veil of the statement seethrough. her arms are folded, back resting against the wall. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, always has been. senses still sharp, paying attention to detail ... though both of their figures were enveloped by this pitch black! ❝ you shouldn't have played the hero's part, now we are both stuck in here. ❞ for the time being, AS LUCK WAS ON THEIR SIDE!

BUT MERCILESS AS SHE IS, : even now teasing mannerisms are at play! HER VOICE STEALING MOMENTS FROM THE SILENCE, it is her atmosphere that takes control. ... but she doesn't ignore how she can sense his movement, ❝ i am starting to think you have a soft spot on ,  ━━━━ ❞ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌, 𝐂𝐀𝐓! @satellitewar + din, finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for . her lips captured by his, &. if she were to tell the truth, within those seconds that seem to stretch for eons, SHE DID NOT EXPECT THIS! ( she knows the rule he obedies by, but perhaps this darkness is his cover. ) &. she responds, allowing her lips that matched the color of their surroundings to match the movement, 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑! HAND DECORATED BY LETHAL CLAWS rest against his cheek, getting a feel of features usually hidden away. ❝ remind me to rile you up more often. ❞ ( as if she had done nothing else! ) words spoken breathily, once both of them pull back, but never straying too far.

#⋄ ⊰ all nine lives left. › undetermined verse. ❜ #one day i will have a tag for my sw verse #BUT HEY CHUCKLES ISN'T THIS DELICIOUS :) #satellitewar

[ickyonions]

Show us the Ryouma and Oryou that go with the Izou boobies 👀

hi anon. here you go. jsyk these might be a little crazier than the izou! click the cut at your own risk!

sorry...

#nsft #suggestive #nudity #I am only tagging these so ppl who have it blacklisted can block it #I intend to draw more but whether or not it sees the light of the web is undetermined as of now. #Oryou-san #sakamoto ryouma #fgo #fate grand order #ickyworks #Q&A Panel

[nobuverse]

@miraruinada ( Plotted )

Loyalty. That was the principle she was raised under. The part of the shinsengumi she took the most seriously. To serve all orders absolutely and without question.

It something that induced comfort rather than fear in her; as Okita was not one who liked to get lost in complex moral conflicts. At all times, she'd developed the habit of avoiding the process of making her own decisions altogether; lost with her childhood self. To be trapped in her own mind, unable to speak of the horrors she'd witnessed for fear of shaming her murdered father, had been too terrible a fate to endure. So instead, she had emptied it. Her goals were never again her own, her own desires ignored.

This part of her - the ability to follow a leader so unconditionally - was unsurprisingly brought with her as a servant. She would never betray her master. Lay down her life to protect them. Such was the way of the noble samurai.

Even if she was summoned outside of a grail war - she would serve. Even if he had no intention of letting her enter the battlefield she had made her home in, she would listen. Even if he commanded her to never leave this laboratory, full of men and women with soulless eyes, she would obey. The fairly nervous man seemed ready to use the first of his command seals when someone asks her to stay still for the first time. She barely flinches, however. Though the feeling of the needles and electric wires is far from pleasant.

But it it's fine- she tells herself. She's been through worse. Nothing can be as bad as the last year of her life, when consumption had taken every nerve and joint in her body hostage. Leaving her in crippling agony, taking her ability to move bit by bit.

Never once did the thought of betrayal cross her mind. Even when it started to become obvious her presence here was for nothing more than the advancement of science's marriage with magecraft and heroic spirits.

I must endure it if it's what my master wishes.

She doesn't ask questions, even if she has some vague idea of what's happening. Instead, she keeps that though running her head as her mantra, as her mana circuits are fried and reconstructed, again, again ...and again.

Now, her will is as strong as that of any other Wolf of Mibu - but weeks into it, it starts to become too much for her to want to endure. Maybe it's these white, empty walls that are driving her mad, the pain wracking her body, or her solidarity with her own thoughts but she begins to have her own selfish thoughts.

I don't want to be here.

It's not a thought consumed by anger, an emotion she was occasionally privy to in the past, but rather a painful longing she's not familiar with.

I want this to stop.

But the thought of turning against them - it's not in her capacity to think of such things. So she endures. She lives and continues to endure it.

Time starts to blur in on itself - and Okita attempts to continue and empty her thoughts to rid herself of the knots growing in her stomach at the start of every new day. ( Was this what fear felt like? She'd not felt it in so long ). She almost forgets who and what she is - so when her duties as a servant are requested, she can barely remember how to hold her sword.

( Defend us. Kill the outsider. )

It feels strange to be on her own two feet - to move forward of her own free will. She does so slowly, despite their protests, her arms and legs filled with too many scorches and pinpricks to care about the shove she gets.

She doesn't give acknowledgement to the servant as she steps outside, eyes instead focused far away over his shoulder.

"I don't think I've ever noticed how beautiful the sun is before now..."

#small little detail but consumption is another older term for Tuberculosis if you didnt know #and yes it can both attack your joints and paralyze you which i did not know until yesterday tbh #yeah gonna be honest just distracting myself with that one bc im gonna be honest #i did not think it was possible for me to write her this thoroughly broken #but hey i said you were gonna get a novel and i delivered i hope everything in this works out??? let me know ! #miraruinada #cherry blossom saber [ okita ] #servant manifestations [ threads ] #v; undetermined #long reply // #ask to tag //

[balladetto]

cont. from here / @legendarylullaby

     How does the saying go again? Better late than never?

     As Link watches Zelda press the cooled jar to her eye, he presses the thought to his anger: a simmering, swelling thing in the curl of his fists and the set of his jaw. He'd arrived at the tailend of— this. Whatever this is, whatever she was doing here, ears catching all the mockery but hands too far from the fist that dealt the felling blow. It isn't her first time here from what he gathers — isn't her first loss here — but any hurts to his friends have always stung worse than his own; even if it seems she sought these out herself.

     ...Maybe especially when it seems she sought these out herself.

     The tide recedes, momentarily, at her words. His fingers unwind. His shoulders slowly loosen. He moves to crouch beside her, back to the wall, head shaking with a noise of it's fine. She doesn't need to thank him for something like that.

     "'This'," he repeats, voice fading into the faint bustle of the brighter streets. The quiet holds for a moment, stretched like the band of a slingshot drawn to the fullest, before it snaps with the breath that leaves him in an audible not-quite-sigh. He looks at her— keeps looking at her. His gaze hasn't really strayed from that big bruise, now covered, or the tiny patches of scraped skin, or the reddened contours of her face.

     Concern has his brow puckered, his lips pursed. The questions on his tongue melt away for another time — save for one.

     "Where's— where...else...s'it hurt?"

#legendarylullaby #01. legendarylullaby #( issie i am rubbing my hands giggling kicking my feet at having the first Interaction on this blog #be between my li.nk and your zel.da. this feels like a full circle oh my god. #IT CANNOT BE STATED ENOUGH. I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FOUND YOU AGAIN!! please bear with me as i work out this kid's voice again sfldjkfl #please do lmk if you'd like me to change anything!! ) #* lionheart / ic. #undetermined verse tag for li.nk.

[mezzomorendo]

He can't stop smiling and giggling. Today's been such a good day!!!!!! Everyone's been so nice and he's loved the outpouring of love he sees. ♡ ♡

today truly is his favorite holiday, birthday or no

💞

#ic; wavering between life and death {undetermined timeline} #Forgot my dash comm tag and can't be bothered to find it lmao #So Generic Post it is

[permafrown]

she;s so sweet and means the world to me

#yikes.txt #I LOVE YOU MS. VIOLETTA ;_; #she's hands-down the cutest idv hunter ever and im notttt taking any other opinions #AND HER ART IS ALWAYS SO PRETTY AUAUAUGH #snnf.. snnf #undetermined tag #spider tw #maybe? #idk.

[crackshots-a]

( HAPPY BRITHDAY PROMPTO! | @lunabrae )

when lunafreya pulls up in noctis's car, she is a frazzled mess of a woman. hair strewn about by the wind, two dogs piled and wriggling in the back seat, and assorted flowers, gifts, and bags all giving the impression of a very cramped five-seater. she stops abruptly at his person, struggling with the parking brake before the vehicle stops with a jolt. umbra and pryna seem unphased by such a minor detail, practically stumbling over themselves to meet prompto by the street side. lunafreya dons a headscarf and sunglasses, both a feeble attempt at concealing her identity. ( in such a nice car? and her exceedingly ... royal aura. ) still, she turns her cheek in greeting, reaching over to push the passenger door ajar. " what. a. coincidence. prompto argentum ! " feigning ignorance, she pulls on her most playful grin, bordering on wolfish. " i believe, i've just cleared your schedule. " despite all of the clutter, lunafreya seemed to have lovingly carved out a place for him to sit. the passenger seat lay mysteriously pristine, save for his favorite drink in the cupholder, and letter addressed to him on the dashboard. though, she doesn't allow him any time to savor such things, already beginning to drive off, car lurching forward as she pulls back onto the road, not bothering to look behind her. (not like she could, with everything in the car.) their 'outing' is supposed to be a surprise. all his friends had rented out galdin quay , still setting up the event as they spoke. her job was to distract him enough for him not to notice. lunafreya believed such a feat could be achieved without lying to him, given her dogs were rowdy enough, and driving just above reckless. " happy birthday ! " she narrowly avoids a pothole.

it was a car–––– noctis' car, to be exact–––– nearly peeling around the corner that caught his attention. he recognized it immediately, & confusion closely followed. noctis wasn't the best driver ( that title proudly went to ignis ), but prompto had never seen him drive like that. the mystery became clear as the car drew closer & he caught sight of the driver. lunafreya, in a disguise that concealed absolutely nothing at all, stopped the car in a way that made his stomach lurch at the sight, & even through the distraction of the dogs' greetings, he knew that the unsubtle opening of the passenger car door was a silent invitation for him.

as he gave umbra & pryna once last scratch behind the ears, he finally caught sight of luna's expression, & it left him feeling like prey–––– but, not in the bad way. not in the way that would have stopped him from getting into the seat beside her.

  ❝ oh, yeah, totally a coincidence that you'd show up here in my neighborhood on my birthday, knowing i don't have any plans with––––.  ❞

though he'd noticed the gifts upon luna's arrival, the distraction of the car & the dogs & the leering had stopped him from recognizing the extent of the presents piled in the back seats. his head shook, shaking off the shock as he finally allowed himself to settle in the passenger seat. his friends were never one to do things by halves, but he still felt the need to ask.

❝ no way those are all for me, right? we've gotta be dropping those off at someone else's party or somethi–––– oooh, is that a green smoothie? where'd you find someone who could make that all the way up here? ❞

normally, he'd have to travel to galdin to indulge, but there was one in the cupholder closest to him, & he didn't hesitate to reach for it. once he'd taken a sip & begun to settle, he noticed the letter addressed to him on the dashboard. &, though he was able to take it, opening it quickly become secondary to buckling his seatbelt as luna pulled back onto the road with a high speed & a sudden twist of the steering wheel. his  ❝ uh, thank you!  ❞ probably sounded a little more panicked than he intended, but the sentiment was genuine. he would never not be touched by his friends' insistence to celebrate him on the one day he felt he was allowed to let them.

but, he'd have to talk to noctis about travel arrangements for next year's mystery celebration.

      ❝ hey–––– d'you want me to drive?  ❞ if he made it to his next birthday, that was.

#lunabrae #[ pls be careful with him luna he's delicate and precious cargo ] #『 questions that need answering –––– asks 』 #『 sorry i got so real all of a sudden –––– prompto answers 』 #undetermined tag. #﹄ プロンプト生誕祭 –––– happy birthday prompto! ﹃

[dreadgloom]

tag drop.

#tag drop. #『 mirror mirror on the wall 』 . . . visage. #『 whisper from the shadows 』 . . . in character. #『 pay no attention to that man behind the curtain 』 . . . out of character. #『 inner workings 』 . . . headcanons. #『 a mixture of blood and lust 』 . . . desires. #『 not safe for work 』 . . . nsft. #『 crazy but you like that 』 . . . crack. #『 what makes a thistle grow 』 . . . skills. #『 undetermined 』 . . . verse. #『 setting out on an adventure 』 . . . baldur's gate three . . . act one verse. #『 in the land of cursed shadows 』 . . . baldur's gate three . . . act two verse. #『 the fight for the gate 』 . . . baldur's gate three . . . act three verse. #『 the years stretching beyond 』 . . . baldur's gate three . . . post-game verse. #『 emerging from shadows 』 . . . baldur's gate three . . . pre-game verse. #『 answered correspondence 』 . . . asks. #『 the savior or ruin of the gate 』 . . . promo. #『 more than just darkness 』 . . . musings. #『 the adventuring party 』 . . . the companions. #『 the disgraced wizard of waterdeep 』 . . . gale dekarios. #『 the warrior from the stars 』 . . . lae'zel of crèche k'liir. #『 the fury of avernus 』 . . . karlach cliffgate. #『 the blade of the frontiers 』 . . . wyll ravengard. #『 the discarded paladin 』 . . . mithara baenre. #『 the magistrate spawn 』 . . . astarion ancunín. #『 the druid of emerald grove 』 . . . halsin. #『 the high harper 』 . . . jaheira. #『 the fallen bhaalspawn 』 . . . the dark urge. #『 the folk hero ranger 』 . . . minsc & boo. #『 setting the mood 』 . . . music.

[cursedxartist]

Unprompted | ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@fevercode said: “you’re not ugly like the others. so i guess we can be friends.” - daki HAHAHA

Silence PLAGUED the artist for a moment; truthfully they were unsure how to respond. The demon's tone sounded insulting, though her words were KINDER than that which they were used to. Still, they were thankful for the compliment, even if they didn't exactly believe in their own beauty... or, at least, they felt as if it were supposed to be one. Movements stilted, they gave a gracious bow.

❝ Your company and kindness are much appreciated. ❞

Silently, they hoped such a retort would be good enough.

#[ 🌹 | this better be worth my while { ASK } ] #[ 🌹 | i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine { IC } ] #[ 🌹 | i’m now becoming my own self fulfilled prophecy { V; UNDETERMINED } ] #[ i dont have a tag for this verse yet but im answering this ask anyway ] #fevercode #[ scarlet's brain just stops working every time they receive a compliment thats not about their art GTFGBGF ]

[charlotte-liddel]

"...Well, ma'am, since you asked... I have had my fair share of experiencing love. I've learned a few things over the years too. The worst has been learning for myself if anyone ever wants to speed run a relationship into ruin with me they only have to say two specific words in a statement to kill any romantic feelings I might have had left for them..."

"...I want to try an Open Relationship."

Charlotte sets down a teacup on the table, speaking to a curious elderly woman. She was willing to talk about this with some when her café was this empty at this hour. Better to speak about such topics with the quiet customers of the evening who had far more respect than the more rowdy kids during the day.

Entertaining patrons conversations was second nature in this business, and this woman was keen on speaking about young love after spotting a couple enjoying a nice dinner in the private booth on the other side of the café. Since the woman was alone too, she decided to be a more attentive hostess in carrying her conversation with her. It also helped to pass the time for the evening.

As the customer questioned what she meant, she spun the serving platter in her hands to rest it against her chest. It wasn't hard for her to share her opinion on this, given her first hand experience of someone saying those words to her. It scarred her heart deeply, and left her guarded to anyone who approached her that was interested first.

It also left the words she wanted to say about it like biting daggers if she wasn't careful.

Eyeing the door for a moment, watching the shadows pass by outside, she looks back to the elderly woman while offering a small smile before she speaks carefully chosen words, "I've had it happen before. Had someone I gave my heart to just turn around and say those words to me while showing me his new fiancé."

"...Only reason I found out that they were his fiancé, and a shotgun one no less, was because that stranger ran their mouth about it. It became pretty obvious my ex wanted to keep me around as a side piece and take advantage of me. Even if the fiancé was nice to me, cordial even, what they were presenting me with wasn't something I ever wanted." Charlotte let out another sigh as she moved her wrist to clear a table with her magic behind her while the elderly woman was cleaning her glasses. She didn't want to spook the kindly patron with the sight since she was still new to the café.

As the elderly woman put back on her glasses, giving her condolences, Charlotte gently stopped her with a soft touch to the woman's aged hand. She'd already heard enough sentiments from others about the experience, and appreciated every one. It didn't hurt like a raw wound anymore, but she accepted the painful scar of it would always remain.

"I'm alright, ma'am, really. It was years ago now and I've left that fool behind. I won't lie and say that it doesn't sting sometimes when I remember it. How worthless it made me feel to him because it became clear I suddenly wasn't enough for him. That he didn't love me, care for me, the way I did for him. But it also showed me the truth about who he was. What sort of man he was, and it wasn't someone that would ever be happy no matter who or how many loved him."

What she held back on was speaking of how that spouse he took made their marriage polygamous with another woman that they were already involved with while getting involved with her ex. The strain it caused as then her ex wasn't at the centre of being loved by the partners anymore, but now his new spouse. She saw at a distance how her ex vied for more attention as the new wife didn't really have eyes for him. How the relationship became a competition of affection once her narcissist of an ex wasn't at the centre of receiving adoration. How two narcissists in that relationship strained everything.

Two of them wanted to be at the centre, but her ex lost her being involved and couldn't get what he wanted. She wasn't going to be there for someone else's selfish satisfaction of being more worshipped than truly giving another person their love. Her choice helped to reveal that blaring flaw of what she knew to her was a false romance. To reveal the trap to feed narcissists egos that it truly was.

The truly relieving fact was she didn't need to, as she saw that glimmer of understanding in the elderly woman's eyes at her words. It was enough to let Charlotte know that she understood too well in some manner what she shared. That her years made for that sage wisdom that she enjoyed so dearly from the older folks.

As she listened to the woman ramble to her about how foolish her ex was, she smiled. Those words reminded her of how she saw that farce of a relationship fall into ruin as it couldn't sustain the greedy egos of two narcissists both wanting to be in the centre of the affection. How there wasn't actual love or adoration from them to one another, creating a black hole between them that all too quickly destroyed everything they tried to greedily have.

They both wanted to be at the centre of the others universe and that clashed violently.

"...Believe me, I know. Things fell rightly apart for them. Explosively. Permanently. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't satisfying to watch as they finally stopped trying to hang around near me. It helped in a way for me to get over it. Though it doesn't men I didn't see others with roaming eyes years later, even recently, who thought I could somehow be an addition to their harem." Charlotte lets out a sardonic chuckle at the thought.

"It's like an odd blight. Seeing people who want to be the centre of someone else's universe, of multiple peoples universes in affection, to try and satisfy their own ego. That their attention, their affection, is conditional to each partner they take on. If any one partner is too enthusiastic when receiving their attention isn't doing it at a convenient time for the narcissist in the centre they ignore them. If they want to maximize their time management of their harem, they try to get some on board to have a time share of two or more spending the same time with that narcissist. Hell, the recent one was rather aggressive when rebuked by me." She stops herself, letting out a short chuckle, "Sorry for going a bit off there."

The elderly woman smiles and waves away her worries, assuring her it's fine as she's glad to have the cafe owners company while she enjoyed her tea. Her gentle sentiments of hoping Charlotte didn't encounter another person sizing her up like something to be collected that way were warming to the heart. It felt like the first bit of sane conversation she'd heard from anyone about this rise in narcissism masquerading as a sexual identity in the world lately.

She knew in other worlds, with beings that were further removed from humans, this thing they called Polyamory could and did work. She'd seen it here and there when it wasn't simply on a modern earth with humans. The humans she came across just weren't really made to be able to emotionally handle the strain of such a relationship.

It strained their psyche's and human history often showed the reflection of what having multiple women to one man or multiple men to one woman did. The nations it toppled from the inside because there was a constant fight to be at the top of the man or woman in the middle that was the narcissist holding the power. The devastation it wrought on the confidence of those that found themselves at the bottom of every list of priorities to the one they adored. It's why she saw her experiences of it as a blight.

Every personal encounter Charlotte had with this polyamory in the worlds where there was someone who wanted her to join their growing collection revealed only selfish narcissists. People driven to have their egos fed by people throwing themselves down to give them love they don't return because they want to be in control. They want to receive unconditional love from people they can use.

Any world she saw where Polyamory functioned in that reality the way people believed it would in theory in the worlds where it didn't, she didn't want to disrupt too much. Those places had something working that she saw broken everywhere else, and she didn't dare want to ruin that for those places. Upsetting those realities balances would ripple to the ones that were the mirror to them, destroying them both. Something she'd already seen once and didn't want to have repeat.

Waving her hand apologetically for the elderly woman when she noticed she left a long silence between them, she watched the woman give her a smile. With a little nod, she gave a smile back, "Sorry, my mind went a million miles away there for a moment. Would you like me to bring you anything else? It is getting late, and as much as I'd love to talk until dawn, that wouldn't be healthy."

She wanted to make sure she got this lovely woman on her way before it was too late. The conversation they shared was somewhat releasing for Charlotte. Something she needed to share and hear.

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[floripire]

"we're going on a treasure hunt, a very important treasure hunt," floribeth repeats the words that had been flashing on the screen not even ten minutes ago, more so to herself than to @r4chelamber. "x marks the spot, a circle in a dot. insects crawling up your back and blood comes rushing down." she turns to rachel, frowning. "it almost reminds me of a nursery rhyme or something. but ramsey told me that she didn't grow up with something as macabre as this, so, does this mean anything to you or gisele and han?"

#r4chelamber #floribeth dalisay / undetermined verse. #//throwing it in here bc i don't have a verse tag for f&f yet but yeee let the fun begin :D #queue.

[astorythatwritesitself]

2022 Writing Wrapup

Thanks for the tag, @mxanigel !

Total Words Published: 2,091

Additional Words Written: 5,721

Grand Total of Words: 7,812

Fandoms: Mass Effect

Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments): Déja Vù

Highest Kudos to Hits Ratio: Same ^

New Things I Tried: Writing again at all tbh xD

Ok real answer: writing from characters I haven't before, instead of sticking purely to Shepard, and actually plotting out a multi-chaptered piece.

Fic I Spent The Most Time On: Probably 'This Is Fine', since it's still actively in progress, and the first piece that is proper, hard and fast 'canon' to Adrian's story.

Fic I Spent The Least Time On: Deja Vu was written in an hour-long burst of hype for my first N7 day back in the fandom, and I regret nothing xD

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Of the things that are published... probably This Is Fine. I've always had the notion that Shepard fresh off the slab is not in a good place, and it was fun trying to get into Adrian's mindset for it. Like, how bad do you have to be to think a practical (lack of) demonstration is the best way to say you can't use your biotics any more, you know?

Favorite Thing I Read: Ohh a lot! In no order: Your Gods Are My Gods, Third Wheel, Shore Leave? In This Economy?, Regret, Take The Power Back, and I've really enjoyed what of Stellar Parallax I've been able to read so far!

Writing Goals for 2023: Write more. Read more. Comment more. That's it that's the goals.

New Works: Déja Vù, In Which Shepard Swears It's Just The Implant, and This Is Fine!

No pressure tags to @korblez @aceghosts @my-mild-ginger @commander-krios & @wintersstreams !

#tag game #behind the scenes #ok but fr props to Your Gods because it's a rarity finding anything MShep/Thane #and it was great to read #since yknow playing a Shep who's very much just Gender Of Undetermined Soup but definitely falls in the transmasc scale

[starrkc]

[EAT] Sender brings receiver food while they're focused on another task.

Starrk had been lounging on the sofa. his legs outstretched before him as he comfortably rested against its arm. with a book nestled in his hands. he lay utterly oblivious to the world and uncaring of whatever might have been happening outside the realm of his existence. the only thing that mattered right then was the book he was immersed within.

it wasn't a story of any sort but more a collection of thoughts and ideas which had intrigued him the more he read. there was something to this whole stoic philosophy that seemed to be appealing. and it wasn't because he could be described as being stoic in appearance. although yes he did think that was funny. a stoic character reading about stoic philosophy. there was a certain element of hilarity to it.

all was quiet and uneventful that was until his current house guest had appeared out of nowhere with food. he wouldn't have taken his attention away from his book until he was made to look up from it because he'd been called to. more than once.

starrk stared at grimmjow before he blinked then tilted his head to the side. settling his book face down on his chest, he shifted his attention to the man towering before him. ' what time is it? ' he really did not know since the past few days along with their endless hours seemed to be meld into one another as it were when he was experiencing some downtime in between jobs. an eyebrow rose and he added, ' and how is your new job going? ' he stops and narrows his eyes some more.

' wait. did you steal that? '

#answered; #deivorous #starrk vc: guess i should say thank you for the food? #undetermined modern verse tag