𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

[...] not yet corpses, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒕

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i’ll be taking a break from this blog and tumblr in general.

it’s nothing too serious so no need to worry but, i’ve been looking at this blog and tumblr in general and i’ve come to the realization that i haven’t really had fun on here lately. i made this blog with the intention to occasionally log in here to muse about my favorites and roleplay with friends , but as of late it is i find myself avoiding to log in and write. i still love writing and i still love interacting with you all, but with my job and all i find myself wanting to do other things when i get back from work rather than doing replies. it’s starting to feel like a second job and roleplaying should never feel like that. 

so for now i shall be taking a break from this blog and tumblr and see how i feel about it after a couple of weeks or so. 

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*luke

         𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.  within him is great strength born of both will and heart  ——–  passed down from his mother and father ,  their legacies live in him.  as they, too, were children of war ;  his mother ,  a former queen  /  his father ,  her fiercely loyal knight.  (  or so his family lineage was dictated by stories told by his aunt and uncle.  )  he would rise to match their greatness , some day … perhaps only while under the tutelage of his house leader of the golden deer. was this the grand design fate promised to the golden child of the sun?  seems as though coming to terms with the reality of his own situation , and accepting the true knight he needed to be for his parents , for his aunt and uncle , was strangely difficult. he’d not yet faced the challenges that would push him beyond his limits ,  force him to embrace this quiet rage swirling in him.  in time ,  he just might.  

curiously, he would consider the other’s words. contemplation twisting his expression into a small grimace upon discerning just the hint of a compliment at his swordsmanship. could he truly be a useful asset to his team? is this not the recognition he so desperately sought? ❝  well … i ——– ❞  why deny it?  

nevertheless ,  in response to the other’s seemingly wicked schemes to betray the trust of his classmates ,  he’s forcefully pulled from his thoughts. mouth agape , eyes wide  : ❝  w - wait !  i can’t agree to that !  you know i won’t !  ❞

to claude, the other student is still a mystery to him. there isn’t much known about him and he isn’t exactly willing to share all that much. in a sense it is like listening to dimitri introducing himself  — which is having nothing to work with. however claude has always been incredibly fond  of mysteries, a thirst to discover secrets people do not want to be discovered. despite his own life being shrouded in mystery and forced secrecy, he is awfully curious about the other and perhaps a bit too much.

getting people to do your bidding can be quite difficult, but he has discovered a technique he often finds himself using in situations like this. it is an art really with claude being its creator.  

   ❝     so you agree with the other plan, great !      ❞  dorm leader exclaims with great enthusiasm as he pats the student’s back once, flashing his signature grin. now the other never agreed to it, not directly at least, but he rejected the other option. claude gives him no oppertunity to protest and adds,  ❝     8 am tomorrow morning, be there or be square, we’re counting on you ~   ❞

[marmastry]

This crit quote? SPICY

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IT’S OKAY TO REPLY TO THREADS AND ASKS “LATE”.  THERE’S NO TIME LIMIT. 

Please DON’T stress yourself out thinking there is a time constraint on these things because there ISN’T.  Reply when you have muse, when you have time, when you’ve taken care of yourself!  But please don’t be afraid to take MONTHS to reply to something!  We all write at different paces!  We all have a life outside of rp!

Writing is a hobby!  It’s not a job, and you’re not obligated to reply to any one thread or ask for any reason!  

It’s okay if you forget about them or if you lose them, too!!  You’re HUMAN.  You’re not perfect, and no one should expect you to be!! 

THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO IS TAKE YOUR TIME.  Roleplaying is a hobby, and if you’re not having fun then it takes out all the joys and magical experiences that can be had!!  The relationships you can form between muses and the friends you can make as writers! 

Not feeling muse for one thread? that’s okay!! want to start another even though we already have 5 going on? THAT’S OKAY, TOO!!  Need to drop one? DON’T SWEAT IT!! YOU come FIRST.  As my rp partner, I want you to put yourself first above this site, above any relationships we’ve formed, any plots we’ve fleshed out! 

I want you to have FUN.  So PLEASE don’t stress! You’re okay, and there’s no such thing as replying ‘late’.  You reply on your own time.  The thread isn’t going anywhere! 

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. <3

[fohk]

*avoids sadness and pain with self-destructive behavior* :~)

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*arthur

of  course,  kiku  was  as  polite  and  kind  as  ever  —  arthur  had  always  considered  both  characteristics  to  be  inherently  part  of  the  temperament  of  the  japanese  man,  and  never  thought  that  he  could  be  the  receiver  of  any  sort  of  special  treatment  from  his  part  besides  the  way  two  friends  would  act  towards  each  other.  (  although  when  it  came  to  the  british,  the  word  “  friend  ”  had  long  ago  remained  insufficient  to  describe  his  attitude  towards  his  companion  ).  when  hearing  his  response,  arthur  smiled  and  perhaps  and  objective  and  attentive  observer  could’ve  noticed  the  way  the  gesture  on  his  lips  was  contained,  tempted  to  grow  just  a  little  bit  bigger.  but  it  was  the  spark  in  his  emerald  gaze  which  revealed  what  his  facet  hid  as  he  replied:  ‘  well  —  i  will  take  that  as  a  compliment.  ’  perhaps  he  should  consider  showing  up  in  one  of  his  uniforms  the  next  time  he  met  kiku?  ‘  hm.  ’  meetings  in  the  eastern  nation  mostly  flowed  seamlessly,  and  while  a  programmed  lunch  with  authorities  didn’t  sound  extremely  tiresome,  the  following  invitation  made  by  the  japanese  sounded  even  better.  ‘  ah,  yes,  of  course.  i  would  —  i  would  like  that ,  very  much.  ’  he  replied,  smiling  gently  once  again.  ‘  i  suppose  you  already  have  a  place  in  mind.  ’  there’s  softness  both  in  his  voice  and  in  the  way  his  green  eyes  fall  on  kiku,  a  rare  sight  even  for  those  who  have  known  the  british  nation  since  the  days  he  was  only  a  scrawny  kingdom.  

  ❝     it was meant as a compliment.      ❞   at that moment kiku couldn’t help but wonder if he perhaps had phrased it wrong.  the last thing he wanted was for arthur to take it as an insult.  it was meant to be taken as a compliment for he thought he looks very handsome in one.  of course he couldn’t say such things out loud. it’s foolish to think about it  ,  let alone consider it and thus it remains unvoiced.  yet his ever rapid beating heart betrays him.   ❝     ah yes i do i have a place in mind,      ❞   a pause,    ❝     because there is a meeting in the afternoon i thought it would be best not to stray too far from tokyo.      ❞

that night the two of them spend the night together drinking tea and eating the scones kiku had prepared for his guest.

the next morning they woke up early to go take a stroll.  ❝     i have always been very fond of this place,      ❞   kiku tells him as he stops in his track and looks around.   ❝     the city has many advantages but sometimes i cannot help but to long for the old days.      ❞   a soft breeze brushes past his face, rustling the leaves of nearby trees, birds begin to chirp and the distant sound of a fountain is heard.   ❝     it’s peaceful here.      ❞   a piece of old traditional japan in the midst of a crowded and busy city. 

gesturing for arthur to follow him they stray off the path and walk up the hill towards the trees. however the morning dew made everything slippery still. turning around he is just in time to grasp arthur’s hand so he does not fall.

   ❝     careful now  ,  it’s still slippery      ❞   he warns him  ,  but does not let go off his hand just yet.  he cannot have his guest fall before a meeting now can he? he would be a poor host and friend if he were to let that happen.  ❝     it shouldn't be long.      ❞

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*saya

saya wilts, chewing on the inside of her cheek. his reaction was unanticipated; she reasoned with herself that he’d still be angry, that she would be blamed further. when he apologized as well, she was at a loss for words. in hindsight, she felt rather stupid for getting so upset over him raising his voice at her. mulling over her next words, what should she say to that ? the question floats in her thoughts for a second.

yet when the words do find her, “ …sorry… for the trouble… ” her voice falters, reprimanding herself for repeating the same thing she was told not to do as she speaks up again. “ it’s.. i’m not mad… so… let’s get everything cleaned… it’ll be easier if we work together. maybe professor crewel will let us off detention sooner if we do… ” finishing off the beakers available to her. she grabs a mop to assist with cleaning the floors free of the purple sludge.

she certainly is a handful he isn’t going to deny that  ,   instead he simply uses her faltering voice to his advantage in order not to comment on it lest he wants to start at square one again. she is right though.  ❝      that’s what he said didn’t he? no one leaves before the classroom is spotless,      ❞    and if that is the case then they will be here for a while  ,  because it isn’t just the mess she ( and to some extent he ) have caused  ,  it’s also the dust that has been gathering in spots that aren’t frequently cleaned.   ❝      we have to make this place cleaner than it has ever been !      ❞  determination  to redeem  himself makes him raise his voice once more.

   ❝      ah —  sorry,      ❞   he didn’t mean to raise his voice again like he did  ,  but he gets carried away so easily sometimes. running a hand through his hair he thinks to himself  [  ‘ this is going to be harder than i thought ‘  ]  before he continues to clean away the purple sludge clinging to the floor. 

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Azul

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*yuu

“Really!? Thank you so much Sebek, you’re the best!!” For once Yuu’s volume rose against the usual composed inside voice they carried. Hands morphed into fists as they shoot to the air in celebration of obtaining an ally that could actually help them with their studies.

“O-oh let’s not start a lecture in the hallway— Are you free to come over to the ramshackle dorm today? I’ll be able to take thorough notes and I can pay you back with some dinner.” They didn’t want him to help them without giving anything in return. He may adore his home and would be more than happy to tell them more about it, but he deserved something for taking the time to help with their studies.

   ❝      so you finally noticed !      ❞  seemingly pleased with the compliment, he too raises his voice, revealing a toothy grin. though confident in his own knowledge and abilities, he relishes whenever someone compliment him. however upon the realization where they are standing, which is the middle of the hallway, he realizes that this is not the most suitable location for a lecture. 

he did argue that it wasn’t necessary to pay him in food (though he didn’t exactly refuse the offer of food either) he eventually agreed to come to the ramshackle dorm later once he made sure all his tasks were done. 

once he arrives with a book under his arm, he knocks on the door before entering when the door opens.  ramshackle looks better than it did before, but he still wonders how they can live in that place. sitting down by the couch he looks at them. despite his enthusiasm he knows how to tutor others so instead of rambling he asks,  ❝      before we start, what was the part that you found difficult?    ❞

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*achilles

A competition? Music to Achilles’ ears. All the more reason to find the horse fast and return to their own tasks. “Last night it bolted away out of nowhere that’s why time is of the essence. Who knows what roams out here at night.” He’s seen the demons from afar, creatures unlike anything he’s seen before roaming the landscape and attacking whoever and whatever that caught their attention. So far their little town has been spared but Achilles knows that’s no coincidence, as he glances at Karna.

“You’ve seen those things.” He murmurs, looking down at the ground to find any tracks, finding broken twigs and flowers trampled. “So far they haven’t found us yet… Why do you think that is?” Achilles believed in the divine, a descendant himself and yet his relationship with the Gods had never been that of a good one but he doesn’t believe in that the Gods keep the creatures away from their village.

When he moves past Karna his hand brushes against Karna’s in a tease. Something about the other… makes Achilles want to reach out over and over again to make sure he is real, they are real, together. The other man is obviously guarded but Achilles knows the other knows him but so far hasn’t told him anything… What is he waiting for?

Achilles jerks his head to the side, “If we don’t find it in time, hm— a farmer without horse, I suppose. Not sure if he has the money or the means to get a new one so he’d be at a disadvantage to bring food for his family and the town in, I suppose. You have any ideas?”

animals have always been known to be more sensitive  to nature around them, more so than they could ever be. he knows it like no other, for he so often relied on them when he rode his chariot.  ❝      it must have gotten spooked by a demon who got too close,     ❞   he concludes. the demons have been more daring than before, even though the one they are looking for is not here in this town. another reminder that this all is only temporary. 

   ❝      i have seen and fought them many times,     ❞   a never ending battle, but one which he continues to fight for the sake of his master and the people who placed their trust in him.  ❝      the master —  the one they are looking for is not in this town so they have no reason to come here.     ❞  but recently  he had reached out to the master and though they did not meet in the village itself. could it be that their encounter with one another brought the demons closer to the village?

his musings are forgotten when achilles brushes his hand against his and he looks up again.  ❝      if we do not find the horse in time i shall tame a horse for him and give him that horse instead.     ❞  it’s his pride as a kshatriya that does not allow him to come back empty-handed. those who come to ask for his aid will always receive what they want: that is way. 

as they make their way through the forest, he looks at his companion’s back. even after all his efforts he isn’t any closer to getting achilles’ memories back. he never considered what would happen if he never got his memories back, but he knows that this cannot charade cannot continue forever.  ❝      achilles,     ❞   he calls out waiting for him to turn around.  ❝      there is something i wish to speak to you about when we get back,     ❞   if he were to tell the truth, would he believe him or would he call him a liar and send him away?

[weltenwellen]

Rebecca Solnit, Hope In The Dark

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*arthur

once  upon  a  time  arthur  built  an  empire  aided  by  his  slyness.  now  that  key  characteristic  of  his  personality  was  being  used  for  less  greedy  but  just  as  ambitious  purposes  —  yes,  he  could  have  learnt  how  to  put  on  a  yukata  by  himself  by  the  third  time  he  wore  one,  but  letting  kiku  do  it  for  him  was  a  little  excuse  to  get  him  close  without  actually  having  to  express  his  desire  to  reduce  the  distance  between  their  bodies.  moreover,  the  ephemeral  moment  was  evocative  of  a  certain  domesticity  that  he  yearned  to  have  with  his  japanese  peer…  with  satisfaction  warming  his  chest,  arthur  allowed  kiku  to  finish  the  labour,  perhaps  sooner  than  he  would’ve  liked.  when  it  came  to  the  japanese  man,  arthur  always  seemed  to  want  a  little  bit  more.  ‘  thank  you.  ’  he  said  while  getting  comfortable  in  his  new  attire.  ‘  i’ll  make  sure  to  do  that  —  wouldn’t  want  to  keep  bothering  you  with  such  things.  ’  or  maybe  he  would  do  it  just  one  more  time.  ‘  besides,  these  are  truly  comfortable.  it’s  nice  for  a  change  —  my  usual  outfits  can  get  a  bit…  restrictive,  sometimes.  ’  oh  but  did  he  take  pride  in  his  three  piece  suits  and  fine  gloves.  ‘  i  brought  with  me  enough  spare  clothes,  of  course.  i  was  informed  my  presence  is  going  to  be  required  for  a  couple  of  official  activities  while  i’m  here.  ’  not  that  he  was  in  the  mood  for  that  while  hanging  out  with  kiku,  but  duty  is  duty.  

it didn’t take long before he finished tying the sash. it isn’t the first time he has done it for his companion nor will it be the last. the japanese wouldn’t mind if he had to keep doing that, but from experience he knows how much the englishman values his independence. so he would not be selfish  and only aid when asked to. 

   ❝      i do not mind,      ❞   he says, careful  not to sound too eager in wanting to help the other out. no matter how much he wishes to, it cannot be.  ❝      if you need help please do not hesitate to ask.      ❞   he would gladly provide aid whenever the other wishes for him to do so. he raises the sleeves of his yukata a little bit to cover his lips, hiding a smile beneath,  ❝      i can imagine  — though those uniforms are very much like you.      ❞   heavens know how many times he secretly  looked at him when he had the chance. 

unfortunately for them they still have duties to attend to, this wasn’t some leisure trip where they could afford to slack off and forget about their troubles.   ❝      a lunch has been planned for tomorrow,      ❞   he informs him.   ❝      but i was hoping —  wondering if we could go out for a stroll before that.      ❞

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mycsotis​:

she knew there was truth to his words, yet that didn’t stop fueling the sensation of self-doubt and hatred. her communication skills – being honest about her own feelings – was typically her own downfall. it was easier to go along with things and not cause issues until it became debilitating. the bottled up emotions will eventually rear their head, rumbling the foundation of her personality and then some.

to vil, he doesn’t care about that. in fact, she’s probably wasting his time. with that in mind, the softest part of her ego pressed chose to simply allow. there was no arguing, no backtalk, just guilt. guilt and the increasing urge to flee. her head hangs. she doesn’t usually intentionally try to be a nuisance, yet she is aware that she is a handful.

his lecture comes to an end, leaving her the question that so many have wondered. why. she does fine with things that require an untold amount of reading, yet the brunette wasted so much energy worrying about other people. it was comical in the fact that working in the monstro lounge – a place filled to the brim with people – was easier to deal with than standing in class and making a fool of herself due to perceived judgement.

at first she doesn’t answer, eyes darting to and fro as she collects her thoughts. “ i-i’m distracted because i know you’re… ” she trails off, lips quivering “ scrutinizing what i do and… the incident from before… makes me scared of you… ” the last part just teeters on her lips. yet the truth is out and does she regret it. she squeezes her hands. “ i think about too much and it makes me focus on that instead of what i’m doing… ”

there it is, once again he is to be made a villain. now it won’t do having people be scared of him, but something about it still makes him frown.  ❝      you would do well not to make a villain out of me, other then being strict i have barely done anything to make you afraid of me.      ❞   he pauses,   ❝      or do you really scare that easily?      ❞

   ❝      last i recall, i wasn’t there when you almost blew up the laboratory.      ❞   now crewel had taken care of that, but word of saya’s incidents still reached the dorm leader’s ears. truth to be told, vil doesn’t believe much of what she is saying. scared she may be, but she isn’t taking much responsibility for her own action, if at all for that matter. earlier she has been too busy being angry at him for making her repeat her tasks over and over till perfection ( and she couldn’t even reach mediocre ).   ❝      very well, if you so insist , that i am the cause of your mishaps, i shall return to the cafe and get myself something to drink while you work on your potion.      ❞  the dorm leader opens the door,  ❝      do not think of leaving, i know when you try to do so.      ❞