@vancreux asked, "🫳 to put a comforting hand on my muse's shoulder. " sunday to robin
— ARE YOU OKAY? || Status: Accepting
Leaving Penacony was a terrifying thought. She had thought she was ready for this until the ship to take her to her future life away from her home was waiting for her and now that she looked in her brother's eyes and felt his hand on her shoulder knowing there was no way of knowing how long until she saw him again. Now she didn't know if she was as ready as she thought.
She wasn't delusional, she knew that there was so much more for her waiting out there. She could be free of the gilded cage the Family had her trapped in. She didn't have to sing their song and dance to their tune. She would be freer than she'd ever been.
But she would also be without the one person she knew she could always turn to.
So after a second of hesitation she moved closer, throwing her arms around her brother and holding him as tightly as she could. She tried not to sniffle as she said, "I'm going to miss you so much."
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❝ prove yourself more trouble than you are worth, and you can go your own way. ❞ //versus noct to prompto
a dance of dragons // accepting
❝ heard you loud and clear, i don't plan on just being dead weight. ❞
he twirls his gun around his finger before holstering it, leaning against the counter behind him. being a part of such a small and highly regarded group was a bit intimidating, prompto was sure he'd pull his own weight. after all, he didn't have to prove himself to them, but to himself as well. though he wondered where he'd fit it in the grand scheme of things, considering he wasn't anyone important like noctis, nor was he as strong as gladio or as smart as ignis. only time would tell, he guessed.
❝ what's too much trouble, dare i ask ? y'know, so i know my limit. ❞
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Raw Starters: Not Accepting
vancreux: the line between day and night is a haze of grey and silver. // from blade
⌜☬⌟ ➡ Amber jewels lifted from the dimming sunset to companion as they spoke up. An interesting take on the sunset but one he could understand as an outsider in this world. As he stared at the endless expanse that was the infinite space from the window of their ship. It was still hard to wrap his head around the whole thing, space travel in a metal contraption but when in the world one must travel as they do. He had found himself among the company of a group called “Stellaron Hunters” and much like himself they seemed to be not as liked by the populace.
Slender digits press to the glass separating him from the void of space, a wistful expression in features as he turned back to Blade. “I think that might be because of the place we are in.” Musing softly before turning to lean against the steel of wall and look at Blade fully. “It could also be a sign of things to come. A silver lining of sorts.”
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1 What made you pick up this character?
10. Would you say that your portrayal is canon divergent or not?
12. What would you say is the most unique trait about your character?
canon questionnaire - @vancreux- still accepting!
1. What made you pick up this character?
Answered here. But essentially he's been living rent free in my head since leaks and now I bought an aventurine to help me aid in his pulls for him since i plan to E1 (maybe E2 if i'm extremely lucky) him. And this is how a person ends up making poor financial decisions all cause one gambler asked if we wanted to make a deal.
10. Would you say that your portrayal is canon divergent or not?
Personally I don't think I portray him as canon divergent but I do tend to write him a lot more in AU scenarios than in the main story so I guess I'm trying my best to conciliate the two in a cohesive way. I do love the ones that I'm currently writing since they force me to be aware up to what extent does his personality and over all goals work in other scenarios that aren't as high stake as the main plot and to figure out just what makes him compromise, it's fun to stretch him beyond the scheming. Obviously this is just my opinion I could be completely delulu and maybe everyone considers me canon divergent and I wouldn't know any better lmao
12. What would you say is the most unique trait about your character?
Answered here but I can add another one!
Aventurine is extremely particular in the way he presents himself. It's standoffish and overall pompous but it calls upon attention on purpose so that he can manage the expectations. It's easier to get the outcome you want if you present an initial idea that you're comfortable working around in. He's particular in his words, in his dress and even in his walk, it's amazing.
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HE WAS SUSPICIOUS, there was no doubt about it. she didn't recognize this man, and therefore, robin didn't trust him. the idol continued her performance, keeping an eye on @vancreux whilst keeping up her angelic, porcelain facade all the same. however, once the performance ended, the halovian confronted the cyborg, dragging him along until the two of them were in a less conspicuous location.
' apologies for the sudden pulling, but i don't recognize you. are you some sort of stowaway or something ? ' robin demanded, emerald hues narrowed and arms crossed across her chest. she was rather impatient, and debated utilizing certain tactics to pull the correct answers out of the strange man, but ultimately decided against it. if she had done so, and someone happened to see, there could have been consequences that she was far from ready to deal with. ' on behalf of the family, i need to see some identifying information. you don't want my brother involved, trust me. '
firefly / robin / argenti starter call !
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❛ this day feels like it's never gonna end. ❜ //from vincent
Random Dialogue Starters | @vancreux
Aerith stretches her arms. Yes, Vincent is right; it feels like this day will never end. Since the group left Midgar, so much has happened. Aerith is exhausted quite often because she's not used to walk this much during a day. Even when she sells flowers, it just doesn't feel the same. Now... it physically hurts, but she doesn't want to show it to her friends. She doesn't want them to consider her as weak.
"Yep. You're right!" Aerith agrees before she gently pats Vincent's shoulder. "But it will end, Vincent, and then, we'll laugh about it! So let's keep going with that great work and we'll be happy about it very soon!" As she says that, she clings to him just a bit because she's about to fall. Hopefully, he won't notice. Oops.
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lil starter for @vancreux
Something about the man made Ajax...uneasy. It made his hands tingle, all the way to the tips of his fingers and subconsciously, he shook his hands out at his sides.
It wasn't like he knew the man, so this wasn't some sort of remembrance. No, Ajax could hear the bells tinkling in the back of his head, like someone was ringing a small bell just behind his ears.
It sounded like laughter in the worst ways possible.
His interest was piquing and Ajax knew if he didn't make a move, a fight would start regardless and he'd rather keep his head well attached to his body.
Though, the closer he approached, the astringent scent of Mara practically stabbed at his sinuses and made him do a bit of a double take.
"Did you just wander through a crowd of Mara-struck or something?" Ajax blurted out, then immediately smacked his hand over his own mouth. It seems he got a little too excited with the new development.
"I did not...mean to say that out loud." He grumbled behind his hand.
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there's a tilt of the head; genuine curiosity plastered on Eden's face. are they possibly in danger? perhaps. but the concept of danger isn't quite one they've grasped, given the amount of time they've lived underground all these years. ❝ swords these days are so strangely shaped, don't you think? ❞ / starter call for @vancreux ♡
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@vancreux asked, ‘ i just did a tarot reading… it said ur a bitch ’ - boothill to aventurine
EVEN MORE POPULAR TEXT POSTS STARTERS || Status: Accepting
He didn't know what he did to offend this man already but it hardly hurt him, not when he was so used to strangers hating his guts. Still he didn't ask what he even did to deserve to be hated already.
So he asked the safer question, "no offense but you don't seem like the type to do tarot readings."
When someone said tarot readings he always imagined rich girls that were hoping to find the love of their life in a card, or older women that were hoping for... whatever older women hoped for that left them desperate enough to turn to cards for something other than gambling.
But he didn't feel like risking ruining his expensive clothes saying that part out loud.
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the heat from the forge was making yingxing sweat. hammer hitting the glowing red STEEL `pon the anvil in order to mold it in the shape of the required weapon he was making.
it was only when he heard footsteps that he took a second to glance over his shoulder and gaze `pon the stranger. ❝ welcome. what can i help you with today. a new weapon perhaps. or merely weapon maintenance. ❞
unprompted // always accepting ( @vancreux )
❝ hello. i'm not sure yet, but i think i'd like a new weapon. ❞
dan heng takes a quiet look around the workshop, jade gaze lingering on the many assortments of weapons that were crafted by the man. he had heard tales of yingxing's skills and talent, but seeing it for himself still surprised the vidyadhara. smiths oftentimes only focused on one or two specific types of weapons, but it seemed like yingxing made all kinds from bows to swords and spears. it made dan heng tempted to try a different kind of weapon besides his usual, though he wasn't sure he'd be as proficient with a different kind.
❝ quite a selection you have here. i almost don't know what to look at first. ❞
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ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss: vancreux for Neuvillette
⌜☬⌟ ➡ Vein pulsed in forehead as he listened on to the droning of the person before him. In all his years of work this was by far the most challenging job but not in the normal sense. Vanitas was a drifter of sorts always take on odd jobs of the less savory type for others. So when he came to Fontaine he figured in a place like this there would be plenty to make use of his skill set. Instead the person in charge had given him a job helping with paper work and coordinating with the law enforcement team.
"For the last time." he spoke through clenched jaw, gold gaze swimming in silent fury. "Without evidence you can NOT bring this case to Sir Neuvillette or meet him with without an appointment." He was harsh but it was better than the alternative and that was drawing sword and ending the pretentious prick where he stood. Ears perked when he faintly heard his name called and let out a sigh of relief. He didn't bother with the person as he turned on his heels and walked into the large office.
"You called?"
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@vancreux & boothill / ✧.
“ i must confess: i had not expected to see a paragon of justice such as yourself appreciating the inherent beauty of social gatherings. oh, what better way to celebrate the success of those you admire than offering your unconditional support whenever they make public appearances ... ” hands on hips, green eyes sparkle at the sight of this sea of followers. the large crowd’s devotion to their … idol? actor? ( argenti isn’t always up to date with many of the current trends across the vast universe he pledged to traverse alone ) managed to touch him deeply. in a way, it reminds the knight of his own loyalty to the most beautiful of causes.
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"You're not meant to look like that." //from boothill
what were angels supposed to look like?
an idiotic thought in retrospect but one he couldn't help musing, even if it was a bit sarcastic. they were always horrors, too many eyes too many limbs and a voice that'd deafen any who listened. ( be not afraid, said the angel, covered in blood. )
eyes golden like halos trailed to boothill and he was without the energy to maintain himself, without composure he normally demanded, glared through him - if looks could kill, they would, but even then it'd have no effect on him, he'd imagine. a moment, two, pass, then he would roll his head forward, resisting the urge to spit out whatever blood had pulled in his mouth. sunday swallowed, pressing a tissue to his nose. Seething in anger, his wings ruffled and fluffed up, caring so, so little for how his current state was.
he can't say much, though, he wasn't supposed to look like this at all. no bloody nose and black eye, white clothes torn and adorned in a violent, angry red. it was unsightly. "Once the bleeding stops, I'll clean up my appearance."
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Seeking out a certain Stellaron Hunter was the last thing he had planned for the day. But being in the general's debt after what had transpired at Scalegorge Waterscape, he was given a small task. One that he hoped wouldn't turn into conflict.
With the parcel in hand, the Vidyadhara departed for Scalegorge Waterscape once more. He prayed that this would be the last time he has to return. Upon arriving, the young man made his way over to the statue only for him to pause mid step. "I didn't think you'd actually show up."
@vancreux || holiday starter.
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