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        There’s an easy sort of smile that he makes, laid back as he tilts his head as he places his hands on his hips. His sapphire colored irises twinkle, listening to the smaller’s quick succession of questions. Still, he arches a brow with the faintest curl of his lips.

        ❝No,❞ he starts to reply, lifting a hand to his chin in thought. ❝I am a traveler, yes and I’m not sure if you could ever get to my height.❞ Since she looks petite and small, he can’t begin to guess whether or not she would reach his height, when he’s well-aware he’s already extremely tall. ❝Ah, I’m not sure about your father and whether or not he is tall like me since I’ve never met him.❞

        He regards the girl with a small smile. ❝It seems like you have a lot of questions to ask me: do you have more?❞ To color him amused, he is very.

@yiqiannian​

     “Oh, you’re so tall! Are you from Japan? Or did you come from somewhere else? Do you think I can be as tall as you someday? I bet my dad is tall like you!”

so sleepy, so tired. I really wanna do drafts. DX

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑  [ soulgave. ]

   Yelling she expects. Anger and confusion from the other side are a common occurrence when accidents like these happen. Though typically they are from the person you initially offended and not the second, as there isn’t usually another. Wrongfully assuming it would be the misidentified stranger, she’s prepared for an earful.

   As a woman of shorter stature, Asa is used to attempts to push her around or discount her strength based on it. Each profanity that falls from his lips curls her fingers further into her palm, bringing him ever closer to losing his right to talk and be conscious. This man is incredibly lucky her patience isn’t as short as she is.

   The look of daggers changes rather quickly, tucked closely to the man of mistaken identity and warm safety. More so for the belligerent drunkard’s sake, but she wouldn’t discount such a nice gesture anyway. The pleasant feel of him brings back to light the unease of stickiness drying down her back and shoulders. It’s soaked into her blouse and no doubt her bra.

   Parting from him, Asa tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her gaze wanders upward toward her anonymous protector. With a soft sigh, she nods in affirmation to his question, grateful anyone had even bothered to protect her in the slightest. Glancing downward, she takes stock of the few dribbles of alcohol that made it down the front of her clothing, only able to guess how bad the back must be by the way it clung.

        With the perpetrator gone, Orion regards the smaller with a long look after she gives him a nod. Well, that’s a relief, he thinks and he works to get off his shirt. Underneath, thankfully, is a black tank top, but it does very little in the way of hiding the musculature of his frame. And then hands the shirt to her. He cants his head to the bathroom nearby.

        ❝Change into this,❞ he says and then makes for a light shrug. ❝Sorry I don’t have much else for you to change into aside from my own clothes. Hope that’s alright.❞ He’d rather she not get harassed by another person because of how her clothes are and how it clings to her petite frame. At least, she can get washed up a little bit in the bathroom and change out of clothes that will quickly become sticky as time progresses.

        ❝Ah, not that you might need it, but I’ll be out here and wait for you to come out.❞ Which, goes without saying, really, but Orion finds himself a little at a loss of how to go about this. It’s not a frequent enough occurrence for him to know what to do when a girl’s clothes gets wet from alcohol. Most importantly, he doesn’t want her to think he had any real ulterior motives in helping her, since, well, he genuinely just wanted to help her.

He patted her head and waited for her to turn around, "Here" he shoved a wrapped gift to her "Happy birthday, Lissa. This time as you wished, I picked something, but don't nag me if you didn't like it okay?" inside the wrapped box was necklace--bright yellow gem decorated with small white pearls making a really beautiful v shape

soft scree cause i missed her birthday due to my own birthday laughs @convxction

        Lissa blinks. With her hands on her hips, Lissa lifts her gaze to the taller before a big grin spreads across her face, a cute blush coloring her cheeks. Just like she wanted, her big brother to pick a present for her. Though she can only guess that he might've had help to picking the present, at the end, she can tell he did his utmost best to pick something out for her special day.

        With a squee, she hugs Chrom with as much enthusiasm she can muster before she parts, taking hold of the small box. Even the wrapping is very much like him, a little messy and sloppy, but the sincerity is more than enough for her. With another excited squeal, she rips the wrapping off to find the aforementioned necklace.

        With sparkling eyes, she grins, turning to her brother with a brilliant smile.

        ❝Thank you, Chrom! It's beautiful!❞ Lissa immediately decides to put it on herself, though a little clumsily as she hasn't worn something this pretty or delicate since the formal balls that they hold at the palace. Still, she wants to do it herself for this specific necklace; after all, Chrom gave her this one!

        Only once she successfully has the necklace worn, she turns, admiring it with a gentle touch to her neck before turning to him and smiling as bright as the sun. ❝How does it look?❞

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍, the King.

Bold, majestic, burdened, responsible, an impassive and neutral face that discloses no PAIN, only regality.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 : @amaeranthos​ ( smooches! ) 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 : You see this, say I tagged you and do it. c:

𝐄𝐔𝐋𝐀 [ lunaetis. ]

─「エウルア」─  though he admitted of having been lost, his composure was something the KNIGHT CAPTAIN had to make note mentally. she could tell a seasoned fighter apart from those amateur ones, and this one certainly had his fair share of time upon the battlefield if the way he single-handedly took down the frostarm lawachurl without so much as a single scratch didn’t tell of that already. and while his attire might offer a bit of a blend-in with the REGION, his features didn’t seem like he had come from anywhere near mondstadt, not even liyue or inazuma.

                “ you’re in dragonspine, the resting place of the shadow dragon durin. ” while the locals would’ve taken that as her way of explaining just how DANGEROUS the very area was, she had a feeling that this stranger before her wouldn’t know much given how he didn’t have a single clue where he was. being lost is one thing, but to not even know what this area was called and he had been this high up ?

                coupled with the RUMORS of a meteor, the story started to be a bit more familiar. a stranger who could wield the elemental power without a VISION.

                “ you’re in teyvat. ” finally, the name of this very world was uttered towards the stranger, someone whom she highly suspected to be another OUTLANDER. “ i hope it’s not too bold to assume that you’re not of this world, correct ? for those who could control the power of element in this world must be gifted with a vision, like this one. ” gloved hand pressed over the cryo vision over the left side of her chest. “ you don’t seem to have one on your person, yet, you were wielding those flames like it was a part of you. ”

                she took a small pause, letting the words sink in. judging from his expression, he seemed to want answers, so the KNIGHT was trying to see how much she could give him to start him off with.

                “ where are my manners — let me introduce myself, then you can ask me anything you wish to know. ” her head lowered in a slight bow. “ my name is eula lawrence, captain of the reconnaissance company with the knights of favonius. the knights in question are responsible for protecting the people of mondstadt, the very region you’re standing upon right now. ” was that too much information all in one go ? hopefully not. he appeared to be someone who could process things quite a bit, judging from how COMPOSED he was despite finding himself in a completely familiar territory.

                “ i’d be more than willing to answer any of your questions, however, might i propose us descending down from the mountain ? it’s quite dangerous here. ” she slung her claymore behind her back, gesturing for him to follow. “ and may i ask your name, outlander ? ”

          Her words and the location she speaks of is nothing to the Hunter, means nothing, and tells him nothing, only that he really, truly, is no longer in South Korea. He clenches his jaw in irritation and finds smoke emanating off of his fingers in his annoyance. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, probably one of the last few he’ll have if this world doesn’t have the nicotine he desires.

          But this is extremely... Ah, his stress levels could not be high enough and the nicotine is helping. He relaxes and exhales the smoke as he continues to listen to her explain and state where it is that they are. Still, she’s being kind in explaining things to him as though there have been others before him that’s crash landed here. The likelihood that they are from the same world, same home world as his own seems nigh impossible. If Jongin is here and that there’s been another who’s also come here from another world, then it doesn’t rule out the idea that there’s more than just their two worlds. Being realistic and pragmatic about this instead of panicking, after all, is what made him what he is today at what was once the top of his Guild.

          Ah, his guild.

          Jongin makes for a light shrug, unable to properly think of a response to explain why is it exactly that he’s able to wield the flames as easily as he does. He awoke one day to his home being invaded with portals, Gates, and found himself able to wield such an intense fire power of a fire mage. No explanation, no reason why, just simply as so.

          He lifts a hand to his mouth with the cigarette, turning his gaze to the woman with a look before taking a much smaller drag this go and then exhaling the plume of smoke. Polite, mannerly, and very knightly. Which is aptly fitting for the title she gives him, unsurprising now as he takes in the information she provides. Hm, he supposes this outcome isn’t too terrible, all things considered, especially since she’s so willing to provide him with the information he desires. Initial annoyance now slowly fading, Jongin uses a thumb to scratch at his head, finding that there’s no other alternative than to learn and adapt to the change. He can stress about the other things later.

          ❝Nice to meet you, Eula,❞ he says, dropping his arm down to his side while the hand that doesn’t have the cigarette is tucked into the pocket of his clothes. He faintly arches a brow as he turns to her, idly agreeing that this place isn’t quite the place for a formal meeting or information gathering. If all else, going to the city she’s from might be more informative than staying here. ( And more productive, but he digresses. )

          And then he lifts a hand, gesturing for her to go on ahead of him and he’d follow suit. ❝Then please, by all means, lead the way, Miss Eula.❞ Strange, he muses as thinks of how he’s able to converse with her. There’s no “language” barrier to speak of so he wonders what is the extent of this world to allow him the knowledge and abilities of being able to understand. In some ways, this is fascinating. Especially since he can see she wields a claymore despite her stature with ease, something quite different from the people back in his world.

          Ah, what he doesn’t like is to be called by an obvious nickname like that. Hm.

          ❝Jongin,❞ he replies, noting specifically how this world seems to operate on a first name’s first with family name second, if his world is any indication of how the English and the Americans do it. ❝Jongin Choi.❞ He takes another quick drag of his cigarette before putting it out, stowing the rest of the cigarette back into a small metal looking-like case and then putting it away into inner pocket of his jacket.

          He heads over to her, falling in-line behind her as he looks around the scenery. Snowy mountains, a distant place he doesn’t recognize. The howl of the cold wind doesn’t bother him, warmed by his innate fire that he finds himself wondering how it is back home. No, idle thoughts for tonight, right now, he needs to get himself to a city and find out where he is. Teyvat? Mondstadt? Words he finds unfamiliar, and yet, already knowing full well that this is true to the world he’s in.

          The snow crunches beneath his feet as he follows after the knight, the howl of the wind sometimes carrying away his voice when he thinks of a question he could ask. But right now, he’s absorbing the fact that he’s truly here, in a place not South Korea, not home. Thoughts ring through his mind as he contemplates how he’d be able to get home, if he can even go home. From what he can tell from just his sensory perception is that there’s nothing here quite like the mana of a Gate. Even the woman in front of him has something similar to that of mana, but it’s not quite the same.

          It’s only when they reach the bottom of the mountain that he finally speaks up.

          ❝Miss Eula, have there been others like me? You speak to me as if this is a normal occurrence.❞ Which is strange to consider. What kind of world is he in that allows the frequent visitor from another world? Strange.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION.

Undo the most mysterious wait of mine The stars are falling, wind is blowing Finally, once again you are in the embrace of my arms Our two hearts tremble Believe in my unwavering sincerity A thousand years of wait, you have my promise No matter how much winter has passed I will never let you go Now tightly hold my hands, and close your eyes Please think about the times when we were deeply in love We loved each other too much That is why we have been in such pain We cannot even say the words "I love you" to each other Every night is pierced through by heartbreaks There is no end to my longing I've gotten used to lonely meetings I face it with a smile Believe me, you chose to wait No matter how tough it is, there is no hiding Only your gentleness can save me from The eternal coldness Now tightly hold my hands, and close your eyes Please think about the times when we were deeply in love We loved each other too much That is why we have been in such pain We cannot even say the words "I love you " to each other Let love become for us Flowers that bloom forever Pass through the time warp without yielding nor without giving up our dreams We loved each other too much That is why we have been in such pain We cannot even say the words "I love you" to each other Let love become for us Flowers that bloom forever Together we travel through the endless space and time Only true love will follow us Pass through endless time space We cannot even say the words "I love you" to each other Love is the only beautiful legend that never changes in our hearts

🐝  *  ―  𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.   (  very nsfw  !  another  random  assortment  of  various  sexual  situation.  and  ,  because  it’s  always  a  little  confusing  ,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  add  *  to  reverse  the  action.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

[ BUTT ] ― your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [ SIXTY-NINE ] ― our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [ MOUTH ] ― my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [ LICK ] ― my muse eats your muse out. [ THRUST ] ― your muse penetrates my muse. [ HAND ] ― my muse gives your muse a handjob. [ FINGER ] ― my muse starts fingering your muse. [ ORGASM ] ― my muse has an orgasm ( during sex , foreplay , etc. ). [ NECK ] ― your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [ BREATS ] ― your muse massages my muses’ breats. [ BULGE ] ― your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [ WAKE UP ] ― your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [ UNDRESS ] ― your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [ BITE ] ― your muse bites my muse. [ FACE ] ― my muse rides your muses’ face. [ BEND OVER ] ― your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [ SENSUAL ] ― our muses have slow , gentle sex. [ ROUGH ] ― our muses have rough , hard sex. [ TOUCH ] ― your muse feels my muse up. [ TOYS ] ― my muse uses a toy on your muse. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [ SPREAD ] ― your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [ NIPPLE ] ― your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [ TICKLE ] ― my muse tickles my muse. [ SCRATCH ] ― my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [ MARK ] ― your muse gives my muse a hickey. [ HAIR ] ― your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [ MASTURBATE ] ― your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [ ICE ] ― your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [ STRADDLE ] ― my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [ FOOD ] ― our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [ WAX ] ― your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [ HANDCUFF ] ― your muse handcuffes my muse. [ SOUND ] ― your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [ THROAT ] ― your muse chokes my muse during sex.

Soft squeak.

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈  [ miburoni. ]

              his thoughts plumped with a sweeter melancholy. those familiar whisky halos that twinkled from isami’s eyes reminded toshizō of simpler, better days. those days where they were youthful, hopeful. before the light in their lives, the life from the eyes stolen away without them even knowing it. toshizō remembers how he could not do anything for isami in the end. how he could not save him, break him from the prison and be made a scapegoat for all the anger, all the blind rage that ate away at sensibilities. he remembers how blind he was, to fixated in making a great daimyō out of isami.

we were supposed to be happy together,  words so vividly clear,  you, me, souji, shinpachi … everyone. but then it was just him. alone. an agent of his own destiny.  the pain, the hurt, the grief melted into a tepid ire coated by a gentleness and madness that could not exist without each other. the rising sun became the moon at dawn and that moon had to extinguish the afternoon sun. 

“  i thought this was a dream.   ”   throat husky, croon withered from endless hours of howling commands, bellowing his war cries in battle,   “  i did not expect you like this. i was prepared to never see you again.   ”    the innocent of wishes ought to stay in the most sacred of dreams; he did not want this dream to end, did not want to isami go. no more, not ever again. he did not want to build another grave. 

toshizō almost forgets to pay attention, eyes drawing to isami’s hand touching the back of his neck. where the blade fell and severed his head from body. toshizō’s smile waned gingerly, motioning to close the distance between them. the raven-haired man’s head tilts, angling to better look at his friend, to make a connection like they always head. to feel what he felt with intuition.   “  … carrying the shinsengumi is something i wanted to do willingly.  ”  almost a whisper.

he cants his head elsewhere, to nowhere.  “  it’s something that i knew, felt and understood i had to do.   ”   their era no longer had a need for samurai;  that much is true. that much he truly knew and he understood well. dr. matsumoto taught them himself —- for japan’s prosperity, for japan’s survival in an ever changing world, they needed to adopt the west’s ways. and so they did with the artillery and fire arms. toshizō worked closely with french advisors as well, donning their clothes and removing the blue haori from his back. an acceptance. 

but if there is anything he could not accept it was the end of their dream. his dream.  “  i said to myself i would not look you in the eyes in the afterlife were i to let the shinsengumi end.  ”  carmine hues reconnected those hazel eyes of isami’s. closer he was, there was an eerie glint of something more. a change in his friend, maybe more,  “  and i will keep to this oath. forever.  ”  true immortality, and nothing would stop him. not even souji, not even isami. this was his sincerity.

@moeyoken​

          ❝As was I,❞ Isami says, the confession coming harsh and soft, all the same. After all, it was and is the end of a time that he no longer feels the sense of going back. Or rather, did not want to go back. He’s foolish, thinking about then, a time that he wonders if he would change anything to change the outcome. No, he’s been down this path before; he cannot change what’s been done and he cannot undo the hardship he’s created. He cannot ever undo the hurt and the burden he’s given his brother, his best friend, the ache that comes knowing he’s done this to Toshi is almost suffocating.

          Isami remains as is, only moving ever so slightly to be close enough as how they would normally if they were to sit together on a tatami mat. Which, in this place, seems to have already manifested itself some semblance of what might’ve been their headquarters. But it’s a generic room with an ordinary piece of floral decor in the corner and screen doors encircling them. Simple, just like how they once were, but it gives him a piece of mind that this place isn’t all... empty. For a place called the Throne of Heroes, Isami wonders exactly when he’d be summoned.

          If ever.

          So even when Toshi tries to get a better look at him, Isami is only making one of those tired, but weary smiles. Burdened and stuck together in some semblance of a prison of his own mind, Isami is, in some right of his own, lost.

          The whisper that comes is enough for Isami to wonder once more, what has he done to deserve this, and why is it that he has burdened his brother with this. Choked words die in his throat, wanting to tell him that it’s quite alright for him to stop since he is no longer a part of it and that the Shinsengumi has long since died. That time has past and that he’s sorry, so incredibly sorry, that he placed that weight on him. So many words to say, but no right way to say it, and somehow, Isami, again and again, wants to tell him it’s okay to stop—

          And yet, he’s thanked him for carrying on the Shinsengumi name. What kind of man is he? Isami realizes that he’s still a coward.

          ❝I see,❞ he says after a moment, slowly nodding. Had to do, hm? Somehow, it fits him. Seemingly always annoyed as he appeared to be, Isami knew that Toshi is an amazing and kind man. Dedicated to a fault and perhaps, loyalty, too. He’s only heard the things of what’s happened and what’s become of the Shinsengumi from the scant words he’s managed to pick up over the years. It’s not much, scraps, if he’s honest, but this is the first time he’s someone familiar. And it’s going to probably be how he finds out what is the state of the world and what has happened.

          Isami lifts his gaze to Toshizō as he speaks, their eyes connecting as he tells him of his vow of meeting in the afterlife. Somehow, something about that makes him consider how asinine and foolish his thoughts might’ve been. The resolute glint in his eyes is enough for Isami to realize that this is who he is now, devoted and firm in his belief for the Shinsengumi. Ah, he supposes it’s not just his fault that he’s become this way, is it? At any point in time, he could’ve very well left and chose another path.

          ❝—You were always so serious,❞ Isami says after another moment longer, his voice with a slight wobble at the end, overwhelmed with emotion. He makes a weak smile, his head a conflicted mess of emotions that weigh heavy on his heart. Guilt with admiration make for a messy amalgamation of feelings and thoughts, so Isami decides that if he can gather the courage, mayhaps he can tell Toshi his thoughts; his regrets, his sadness.

          Truly, a coward.

          It takes him a moment more before he continues, smiling with a sense of weariness that comes as one who’s been with their thoughts for too long, met with so many others before him since his time in the Throne of Heroes. ❝Yes,❞ Isami says, his voice thick and heavy, ❝if that is your wish, and what you want, Toshi, I will not stop you.❞ He doesn’t think he has the right anymore... or rather, did he ever have that right? Isami is sorry that such an honorable man like Toshi is friends... brothers, with someone like him.

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 [ soulgave. ]

I know I liked it over there, but screw the rules

   Far be it from Asa to turn down such an enthusiastic invite from her well-meaning friends.

   But this ‘party’ was a drag.

   She isn’t interested in anything the rather large athletic-looking guys are up to, especially as they push around the newest member of their group. Nor did the small clique of excessively put together women. In fact, catching part of their conversation was perhaps the most boring thing she’d ever heard a person utter. Becoming no more than a piece of furniture has given her plenty of time to people watch, but she doesn’t remember the last time she saw anyone she actually knew.

   Having played Wallflower all night, Asa ventures out into the crowd, convinced her friends couldn’t have gotten far. Wandering into the kitchen brings with it people who clearly weren’t in their right mind, but other than offering her food, they were harmless. Politely waving them off, she continues on, occasionally standing on tiptoes to try and see over and around other people.

   Thinking she’s finally found someone, the petite woman gently places a hand against his back, beginning to offer a soft smile to the man believed to be friend-shaped. Mere moments after doing so, the person in question speaks, a cadence entirely unknown and foreign to her. Realizing quite quickly that she may have messed up, she removes her hand from his person, holding them up defensively.

   Offering the stranger an apologetic half-smile, she backs into another man of intimidating stature, spilling his drink over both Asa and the one she’d bumped into.

          He’s instinctive, really, but he is often of the mind to care for people without knowing what it is he’s doing. His mother liked to say it’s a habit he’s taken from his father, seeing the future by reading the actions of a person and then figuring out where to go from there. And some of the time, it’s more instinctual than him actually thinking about it. It’s one of her favorite things about him.

          So when he feels the small hand touch his back, overly familiar in the way a person does a friend, he finds he startles her. Her hands are quickly removed the moment he speaks and she stumbles back in surprise. Ah, that’s that not what he intended at all, but his body is moving before he could even react.

          The unfortunate person that is now also covered in the drink she’s holding swears, glaring viciously at the girl. Incoherent yelling and some sort of obscenity mixed together in accusation comes that Orion knew that the man she bumped into is drunk, no longer liable to thinking clearly about what he’s doing. Orion has seen him before, knowing him to be one quick to anger when provoked. Though the girl hadn’t meant any harm, alcohol can make anyone ridiculous and thoughtless.

          When the hand lifts, Orion steps in, taking the girl into his arms, into his chest while grabbing the man’s wrist with a sharp glare in his direction.

          The man’s friend is immediately trying to pacify the situation by taking his friend back as Orion calmly, but coolly remarks, ❝I think you’ve had enough drinks for tonight.❞

          The chilling way in which he speaks is enough to sober any man, deep and smooth, that the man and his friend quickly leave.

          Now out of sight, Orion turns to the smaller and releases her. Sighing, he arches a brow. ❝I didn’t realize I had such a familiar body shape that you’d mistaken me for someone else,❞ he says with a faint note of amusement. ❝But, are you alright?❞ At the very least, he can always offer her his shirt until they can get somewhere for her to change clothes.

this blog is now a solo leveling blog. brick’d.

        A B-Rank Gate, huh? Not that Jinwoo minds too much, but it’s a little weird that he gets invited to one, or hell, is allowed to join at all. Still, not that he’s going to complain overmuch since he needs the money and the EXP. Granted, the fact that even he, at an E-Rank, gets invited to something as more difficult as a B-Gate. He just finished that C-Gate with the Lizards so the extra dough would honestly help in the long run. ( He guesses that they’re only willing because they have too many people and they don’t mind a bag carrier to join the group. )

        They must be thinking this is going to be an easy run if it’s a B-Gate and they’re allowing an E-Rank to join.

        Once more, as he looks up at the gate, he finds that he’s even less intimidated by the gate than the last time. In fact, he could almost say he’s excited, but the fact remains that he’s still officially registered as an E-Rank. With the news of his last Gate clear with just Jinho, Jinwoo is not quite ready to make any sort of name for himself quite yet. He needs more EXP, more clears, more strength before he’s ready to ever try and get himself re-evaluated.

        He turns his head at a greeting from a stranger he’s never seen before, but he can immediately tell that this person is strong. Perhaps, not in the way that Jinwoo is able to tell the others is strong in the way of his mana and the scent that comes from him, but definitely strong enough that he knows he’s in the presence of a person who’s an S-Rank. Where he ranks even among the other S-Ranks, he can’t tell since he’s never met anyone, but it’s enough that Jinwoo can feel his palms slick with sweat in awareness. Compared to him, it’s a reminder that Jinwoo still has a long way to go before he could ever consider himself strong.

        His friendly demeanor, however, makes it easy for Jinwoo to slowly relax despite the wariness he feels. A foreigner? Based on how he looks, he’s definitely not from around here and he looks just as out of place as he feels. Still, he arches his brow in question.

        ❝Yeah, I am.❞ Jinwoo nods. ❝I don’t think I’ve seen you before—are you a new Hunter?❞ In the area, especially. He’s certain he would’ve seen a foreigner as a Hunter in the Hunters’ news network, but there’s no word on him. And stranger still is that he’s not associated with any of the Guilds, which makes it weird with how powerful he is.

        Voices around them gather, but he hasn’t paid them any mind. Normally, most hunters are assured comfort and safety whenever he joins a raid. It gives them the unofficial guarantee that this raid will go successfully. If someone who’s as weak as he is joins and manages to survive, that means the Gate isn’t as difficult as it ought to be. Which, whether fortunate or unfortunate, also means the survivability of the raid is extremely high.

Surprise starter because I’m still emotional | @yiqiannian​ [Chrom & Jinwoo]

It has been a years since Chrom made his way to this world, to Korea to be exact. He can’t say he fully assimilated into the country but he is getting by. At least now he knows there are Hunters and Monsters, and he should help with the latter while he is in this world.

Even if he was not officially a Hunter–he couldn’t be one, for various reasons, but he was given the chance to accompany Hunters on low ranked Gates (with association watchful eye), despite his strength and skills. He had no complaints. In his situation, he is glad he was spared with how weird his grand entrance was. 

Today, he is joining a B-rank group of Hunters attempting to raid a B rank Gate. The association did its best to cover up for him and his identity and how he came. It would cause a lot of uproar if more people were to find out about him. He got a classic background, dead parents and a lone child of a normal family in Korea who was abroad for a while–explains the heavily BAD ACCENT and somewhat foreign features. 

That aside, he was not the center of attention today, it was a guy who everyone kept calling the weakest, and other uncolorful terms. Of the corner of his eyes, he spotted a small in stature young man. Such a child going to raid too? Well, back home ..he can’t say that would not have happened. War is …just war, what else can he say?

He heard the other hunters’ chat get higher and more directed towards that young man. Ah… is that him? It’s unfair. He is doing his best for sure, otherwise, who would risk going to a dangerous place like the inside of the gate?

“Hey,” he walked towards him, a wave of his hand–as friendly as he can be, to not alarm him. “You’re a hunter too? I’m Chrom, nice to meet you … ?” 

        Annoying. Annoying, really, and yet, he can’t quite understand how and why this came out to be. In all honesty, this should’ve been something that he’s used to, figuring out the alternatives that would come about whenever he enters a Gate. It’s almost normal how easy it would be for them to enter a Gate and not know what would happen next. And somehow, Choi Jongin is, once again, surprised by the change of events that landed him in the middle of a snowy mountain.

        Based on the terrain, the entire look of the landscaping, and for god’s sake, the creatures that are angry that he’s destroyed some of their terrain—no, based on the way they’ve arranged things—their campsite, they are a little less than happy.

        Well, this is definitely not South Korea.

        Still, even as their voice chitters in that way, he’s finding with a growing annoyance that he isn’t somewhere he’s supposed to be. There’s no longer a Gate for him to go through and there’s no longer a way back home. Tediously annoying frustrations piled on top of one another that Jongin is very, very eager to vent his irritation. With no way back home and this large but supposedly terrifying and intimidating creature that howls thinks it’s the right time as any to pick a fight?

        They’ve thought wrong.

        He pushes, adjusts, the glasses on his face that it gleams bright to hide his eyes. Heat curls and wraps itself around his arms as the heat coils and burns, erupting its inferno into the large creature when its arm raises, ready to smash down on top of him. More fire arrows appear, forming in the air next to him as he continues to pelt it with its flaming arrows. He continues until he sees that its fallen to the ground with a resounding boom and he disperses what remains of the fire.

        He sighs, pulling out a cigarette, needing one to relieve his relative stress to the situation. He lights it with his fire magic and then, he hears a voice that he turns his head to a young woman garbed in gear he’s never seen before. As the smoke leaves his lungs and his red cape billows in the wind with his hair, Jongin flicks another gaze over her, musing that she looks European. And then it takes him another moment longer to realize that he can understand what she’s saying.

        Hm, curious. Where did the Gate spit him out? Hell, can he even get home when there isn’t a Gate? Why is he even here?

        ❝Thanks,❞ he says, pulling a charming smile as he takes the cigarette to his lips for another inhale. He blows out another puff of smoke before continuing to answer her question. Though, he has a few questions of his own. ❝I guess you could say that—can you tell me what’s the name of this mountain? Where am I, exactly?❞ The words that come out of his mouth sounds Korean, the words she’s speaking, sounds Korean, but he idly wonders if it’s because of some kind of magic or power that’s enabling him to understand.

        Annoying. Truly. So tedious and he can’t help but worry about what’s going on back home.

▸▸ [ @yiqiannian​ || choi jong-in & eula || plotted starter ]

─「エウルア」─  there was a report of someone spotting a meteor landing somewhere close to DRAGONSPINE. the explosive impact causing tremors upon the snowy mountain and shook the ground itself. while there weren’t many who would dare to trek up the harsh landscape of the ISOLATED MOUNTAIN itself, all the worries and concern being expressed to the knights of favonius eventually had the ACTING GRAND MASTER unable to leave the issue alone.

                as the captain of the reconnaissance company as well as her familiarity of the terrain, the LAWRENCE HEIR took it upon herself to investigate. the altitude of the snow mountain which proved to make people dread coming up here was something she was already used to, having conducted various trainings upon the snow-covered area itself.

                the DISTANT sound of commotion could be heard when she got close to one of the clearings, a flash of scarlet catching her attention. one hand upon the hilt of her claymore, the knight sneaked closer carefully, just as the ROAR of something tore through the air.

                FROSTARM LAWACHURL fell in a loud thump to the ground, and stood there unscathed with flames dancing upon his fingertips was a tall frame of a male stranger. his attire spoke of a NOBLE upbringing, but with symbols she had never seen before. CRIMSON STRANDS whipped through the cols breeze and his stance spoke of an experienced fighter. so, a meteor happened to be a PERSON ? how intriguing.

                “ quite an impressive work. ” was her way of ANNOUNCING her own presence. her dual-colored hues took a quick scan of him, mainly, searching for his vision to determine what region or city he came from, only to find none on his person. “ we don’t usually have anyone capable of coming this high up the mountain by themselves. are you lost, by any chance ? ”

as i work on replies between here and my main, gently weeps at the new theme. so pretty, so gorgeous. broken sobbing @amaeranthos YOU ARE MY BABE, MY LIGHT, MY FELLOW COFFEE ADDICT. ;A; THAAAAANNNNKKKKKK YOUUUU.

"Lissa, I know what you did, come out. I promise, I won't get mad ... just come out and tell why did you tell her that?"

something something... // always welcome // @convxction

        Somehow, Lissa highly doubts that. After all, it's super obvious that her brother, Chrom, likes her. Why wouldn't she tell her about his feelings for her? Well, not exactly, but definitely enough to drop the hint that she caught it. She knows she caught it because she's observant and something Lissa has always found to be really amazing. Smart, beautiful, and definitely her brother's type, definitely. Especially with how nice and good they looked next to each other.

        But would Chrom ever forgive her?

        Again, she somehow doubts it.

        Hiding somewhere in their shared mansion as she hears Chrom running around trying to find her, Lissa inwardly sighs.

        He'll probably kill her, yep.

        After all, he's so dense! And he doesn't even know he likes her. Emmeryn agreed with her that letting Chrom lose her is such a waste. Lissa would lose such a great girlfriend, best friend, and future sister-in-law all in one go.

        Heck, even Robin agreed. Both of them mutually agree that their respective friend and brother are dense as bricks.

        Why they'll never know.

        But it's been—she checks her phone for the time—thirty minutes since she's made Chrom start sweating after his discovery that Lissa told his future wife his feelings. Or at least, some semblance of a hint of one. Though, his future wife seems to doubt her words so who even knows now.

        Lissa crawls out of her hiding place after she makes sure Chrom has gone far enough away to get out of her secret hiding place. She waits a couple of minutes, moving and hiding around the house until she finds him running around the living room. She steps out and sighs, shrugging with the shake of her head.

        ❝Because you're dense,❞ she says, deadpan. ❝And hey, you said you promised you wouldn't get mad!❞ She points a finger at him, almost waiting for when he's ready to start berating her for getting involved with another person's business, especially their personal affairs of their love lives. Well, Lissa only messes with Chrom's love life, so honestly, sucks to be him.

s.c. // @madeofsouls​ // hit me with any one of your babes uwu

        Lidded gaze wanders the little party, pale blue eyes watching as he feels just every so slightly out of place. After all, he’s a wanderer by nature so he’s not entirely disinterested, but he’s also not quite used to the busy and almost meddlesome environment of a party at a place like this. Loud music pulses through the entire house, the house party only ramping up as red cups are in large abundance.

        Plenty of women have already approached him as have a few men, each one proposing their own definition of what is fun and what isn’t. Still, the young man only makes an easy smile as he deflects each one of them. Even when his friends who took him appeared, promising something or other, Orion only arches a brow and points a cup in their direction. Though, he can tell from the look in their eyes, that they know he’s about to escape this place.

        Somehow, it’s in moments like these that he finds himself thinking about his father, the disinterest tugging that it lingers close to boredom. In a way, he does miss his father for the continuous challenges he’s often posed before him; finally, a talent to match his father’s wits aside from his mother. The variety of drinks were alright, but, as per usual, he finds his alcohol tolerance too stupid high for him to really feel the effects.

        So when someone comes to his side as he drinks and drains the cup, he makes an idle comment, expecting no response in return, especially when the game of beer pong is full of stupid shenanigans, ❝That’s a miss.❞ At this point, Orion has resigned himself to calling it like it is. And then, maybe, just maybe, he’ll dip out from this party and go do something else...

        Maybe something else like exploring the city, for instance.

Brain is still mush but like I said, I will be working on these and then, I will spam the dash. Laughs.

Starter call. I'll work on these throughout the week and weekend. Here and over at Zero.

I think this will become a blog primarily for my OCs and then all other muses that are of "canon" origin will be by per friend request only. Mostly because I want to focus more on writing and developing characters and story. While I do have personal head canons regarding specific canon characters, I think I'll just let them show that through threads as I am prone to do anyway. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sleepy brain is making everything like mush today, I will be pecking on my drafts and starters. Ya'll should get a massive dump of writing soon. Haha, a queue does not exist here on this blog.

Starter call. I'll work on these throughout the week and weekend. Here and over at Zero.

His about page is up. Please take a look!

New OC incoming. I will be working on his about page. Contemplating on making his own blog given how important of a muse he’s going to become for me, we’ll see depending on the lore I will be developing for him. ( I say developing but honestly, he actually already has a shit ton of lore that I have no plans of ever writing down. shrugs. )

On that note, rules will be updated and this will go to all my blogs after today.

haha fuck.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 [ goldenloved. ]

 “ excuse  me? ”  his  reply  is  too  curt,  too  quick,  and  he  wishes  for  a  second  that  he  would’ve  added  more  intricacies,  weaved  complexities  into  his  words.  it’s  not  that  banter  is  a  concept  he’s  unfamiliar  with,  he  just  doesn’t  know  how  to  express  his  thoughts  properly  in  such  a  casual  setting,  and  marius’  taunting  gaze  doesn’t  help  with  the  trouble,  either.  regardless  he’s  not  a  pushover  for  the  young  adult  to  play  with,  and  so  he  straightens  his  posture,  flips  through  pages  of  a  case  with  no  more  glances  spared.  “ and  what  exactly  does  a  mere  twenty - one  year  old  know  about  romance? ”

        The snark is hardly surprising, coming from a man who’s a lawyer. Though, coming from a man with a stoic expression and seemingly unattached to much of anything with the heart of stone is what’s surprising. Or his heart might be a machine. Or something along the lines of that he’s not human. But it’s not hard to tell that his edges have softened when a certain ex-idol walks into the room. Still, Artem Wing isn’t a man that’s usually quick when it comes to things that normal people take to.

        ❝Plenty,❞ he states with confidence and a smirk. ❝Definitely more than you.❞ It’s between cases, right now for Marius. He just wants to liven things up a little bit, considering all they do is Super Serious™️ cases that it’s no fun if they just stay in this sort of somberness. From the corner of eye, he can see Luke lifting a curious gaze between the two of them. It flits between mild curiousity and the slight loss of light in the other’s eyes. And Dr. Vyn Richter is seemingly uninterested in their banter. How normal of the doctor, Marius muses.

        ❝After all, all you have to do is woo them, sweep them off their feet, and that seems like it’d be hard for you,❞ Marius says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But, to some, it’s questionable what that could mean. Still, every word Artem says generally bounces off of the youngest member of NXX, but he can’t help but want to poke at Artem’s interest in the girl that’s come into their lives.