past the point of no return

Our passion play has now, at last, begun. [ dual OC rp blog | selective | multiship | written by sora ]

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c'est lorsque la souffrance des autres vous monte aux yeux que vous vous rendez compte que la vôtre vous a déjà noyé

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“It is when the suffering of others comes to your eyes that you realize that yours has already drowned you.”

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♡ I’ll knock until my knuckles bleed, and if there’s still no answer, I’ll break down your door. ♡

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adustioatrox:

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          Kiara often found that the word hate was too strong to describe her feelings about this place. It was her home now—that, she had come to terms with after a month or two of being told “This is your home. This was always your home.” People, nobles and servants alike, smiled and showered her with praises; how grateful they were to have her here. They spoke of her beauty, comparing her eyes to gems and her hair to woven silver. Wherever she went, she turned heads and garnered attention. Every little thing she did was watched; from the way she breathed to the slow, measured pace of her footsteps when she walked. Everything about her was critiqued, scrutinized in some cases, as if they were looking for something to point out. In the beginning, nitpicking in that regard had been easy and her imperfections were painfully obvious. More oft than not, it was something she lacked or simply did not know. Their “inputs”, as unwanted as they were at the moment, were not entirely unhelpful. However, the question was never “Were they unhelpful?” but rather “Were they enough?”

          Those on the very outskirts of this… circle were satisfied with her just looking regal and put together ( as if she didn’t look put together before ). The closer one got to the middle, the more others expected of her. She had hints, clues, and keys given to her from all directions but what good were they if she hadn’t the slightest clue as to where to apply them.

        “ —I feel like I repeat myself every time I ask for your company. It’s always some sort of variation of how unfair and demanding this life is and at some point, I wonder if I’ll figure whether or not I’m just too resistant to change.” Kiara sighs, playing idly with the gold chain around her wrist,  “I’d come to terms with it now but I fear I’m far too occupied with complaining silently and keeping my opinions to myself.”

        “How about you? What do you think? Do you think I’m complaining too much?” The princess’s attention leaves the small accessory on her wrist and drifts up to the man sitting across from her. The right corner of her lips curls up and her expression softens. “You can be honest. I feel like I’ll be more receptive to criticisms from someone that isn’t always in my ear harping about how… regal I should look and act at every waking moment.”

          —Then again, maybe that’s just her bias talking. Nothing Max ever said rubbed her the wrong way or, in this case, made her want to complain as most usually did. The young woman leans back, clasping her hands together in her lap as she leans back ( as if bracing herself ).

        “Don’t sugarcoat it either, alright. I want blunt, straightforward honesty.”

Life here was a certain kind of paradise.

Max hated living an aimless life, waiting for opportunities to walk on by to grab, only to be finished all too soon. It was like boring, unrelated, strewn-around chapters of his life, and after his mother’s death, the feeling of dread, of him wasting his life, seemed to grow more and more.

But now he’s here.

Every day was a pleasant passage tied to the string of his life, chronologically placed where they all belonged. He thanked Heaven and he thanked his mother for bestowing him with such a lifestyle; one of serving royalty. And royalty he admired, nonetheless.

Well, mostly.

He admired Princess Kiara. Her mother and the rest of the royal family were only served by him because they were extraneous pieces connected to her. At first, he detested the fact that he had to obey them in addition to her. But he soon accepted that it was a necessary evil-- Kiara was worth the headache, he decided.

More importantly, he learned that Kiara was worth... everything. 

“Isn’t the term “too much,” subjective?” Max answers Kiara’s question with one of his own, knowing full well he couldn’t affirm her even if he tried to lie. “If you want criticism, or for me to say “yes, you do complain too much,” I’m afraid you’re out of luck. I don’t believe you complain too much. Especially not in proportion to the amount of expectations you’re forced to live up to every day.” Max’s smile was small, satisfied, happy with the chance to tell Kiara something true and positive. He found that he adored encouraging her, even in small ways.

“I think you’ll be hard-pressed to ever annoy me with talking, your Highness. And if it helps you feel better after a long day, then that just makes it better.”

His smile curls a little more, almost cheekily. “And I promise that was honesty and not me pulling random validation to please you. Do you believe me?”

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REPOST, DON’T REBLOG!

battle stats.

tagged by: nobody, i’m a dirty thief tagging: @illusoryelement @kidicax @asourdir / @athliotis @adustioatrox / @siiinuously and anyone else who wants to!

general.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — strength ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — offense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆  — defense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — speed ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆  — durability ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — accuracy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — agility ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆  — stamina ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — teamwork ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — stealth

specifics.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆  — close combat ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — bladed weapons ( swords, daggers ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆  — blunt weapons ( clubs, staffs, axes ) ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — ranged weapons ( archery, guns ) ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — superpowers / abilities ( magic ) ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — traps / setups ( mostly magic related ones but w/e ) ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — medic

any lasting injuries from combat ?

He’s got a scar on his thigh from when someone stabbed him there, but that’s the extent of it!

commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills a secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

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☭ let mako and wyatt dish it out

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Battle Theme: Is it Halloween Yet?

Battle intro: “You’re so fucking annoying! I don’t care how much Erika likes you, you’re a dick and you’re gonna get what’s coming to you.”

Victory: “Quit bothering me.”

Perfect Victory: “Hmf. You deserved it.”

Defeat: “Zut alors! I give up! Ugh..”

Assist: “MAX!!!!”

Taunt: “We’re almost the same height, but you’re so slow and stupid.”

Reacting to Taunt: “HEY, SHUT UP!”

Tie: “Hhgh… If you’re done, I’m done…”

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Mako & Max vs Zinnia

Battle Theme: We got a fight in Traverse Town!

Battle intro: “Mako, here’s some work for you. This creepy woman’s trying to hurt me. Please protect me.”

Victory: “Hmhm. That was quite a sight to watch. Good work, Mako.”

Perfect Victory: “That was cute. But a little boring… at least you did your job, though, Mako.”

Defeat: “F-fuck… She isn’t human at all. We need to get out of here..”

Assist: “I’ve got help on their way, Mako. Hold out a little longer.”

Taunt: “Hey, miss. Just because I didn’t buy your flowers doesn’t mean you can attack me and my associate here.”

Reacting to Taunt: “…” Sigh.

Tie: “Are you tired yet? I’m a very busy man, and I need Mako by my side. So if we’re done here…”

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"Flower delivery. ." Zinnia stated quietly, pushing around a cart of rather extravagant looking plants with various price tags and descriptions attached to each one. With a toothy grin she added,"My shop is getting quite full with these unfortunately, do any of them interest you? Half price, as long as they go to good homes." Some were cursed, but it seemed obvious which plants seemed slightly suspicious, especially the flowers that clogged everyone's noses with their own perfumes. ( A FRIEND! )

“Oh, would you look at that! Flowers.” Max raises his eyebrows in curiosity at the array of plants, before his eyes flit up to the woman pushing the cart. Immediately, he gets an “off” feeling when making eye contact with her, but he didn’t let it show. 

A soft smile touches his lips as his eyes roam over the flowers a second time, this time eyeing the details of each one. He wasn’t fond of that overpowering smell– he definitely wasn’t bringing any of those into his home. Although, now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he could bring any into his home.

“Sorry, miss. But I can’t afford any flowers today, even half priced ones.” The raven tilts his head a little, gesturing to the plants. “But these are darling flowers. You’ll sell them in no time.” Max turns on his heel, waving a hand to the mysterious woman in turn. “Best of luck, miss.”

-- ( @plantlng )

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lachalaine

The girl’s brain skips over the first half of his dialogue, not even minding his apparent lack of concern. It wasn’t a big bruise, and there’s no blood to speak of – but even if there had been, Jackie’s fairly certain she wouldn’t have really noticed it.

She was still stuck on what he’d just told her, and she was having a little trouble getting past it.

“…what?” Taste her skin? Taste her skin. Taste her – skin. Huh? She raises a brow, a beat passing between them as she stares – a little lost on how exactly she’s supposed to respond to that. It’s not exactly a request she gets on a regular – no, she’s pretty sure that’s the first she’s heard of that one – but she’s not as – weirded out by it more than she is…concerned.

Was that weird? She wasn’t sure.

“Uhm – that’s a rather…curious thing to be curious about.” There’s no judgement in her voice when she says this, instead looking down at her hands and turning them over – palm up, palm down – as though attempting to see what exactly might have brought up this sudden – urge of his.  

Had she turned on a dose of Edward Cullen and gone sparkly or something? She knows she had some pretty vibrant hair, all things considered but – she’s pretty sure that wasn’t nearly enough to make her look like a cupcake.

“I’m – not sure entirely what I’d taste like myself but – I don’t know it’d be very appetizing. I sprayed perfume on myself before the night started though so – that might be more bitter than anything I think…?” Though that might have dispersed with the physical activity and the heat of the club and all that so the remnants wouldn’t be nearly that strong but – wait.

…why was she entertaining this, exactly?

Thick lashes flutter in a blink as she slowly raises mahogany brown orbs to meet his own, quiet once more as she cocks her silently. She doesn’t quite understand it herself, to be honest. “…do you usually try to taste strangers as a greeting method when you first meet them?”

“You have a point, petit gâteau...” Mako muses aloud-- she probably would taste bitter, and maybe salty on top of that. It wasn’t the most pleasant of combinations in his opinion, but the blond wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of gourmet tastes.

“...Do I usually?” The man hums and taps his finger over his temple. When he gave it some thought, he did actually try to lick people upon meeting them a lot. He didn’t succeed very often, as people often recoiled or barked at him to stop, but he knew he attempted ninety nine percent of the time.

“Oui. I don’t usually mean it as a “hi,” though. I will say hello, like a normal person! I just like to taste people because...” Mako stares at this vibrant woman for a few moments, drawing a blank on a real answer. Yes, he was curious, but he wasn’t sure on why...

“I guess I don’t really have a reason. I just like to taste things. I know you taste like a person, but with how your hair and makeup looks, I imagined you tasted like a cupcake. Un petit gâteau. Yum.”

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"Mako. Maaaako." Erika skips up to the man, a grin on her face "Happy Birthday, Mako~! I.. don't actually know what you would have liked as a gift." She chuckles and scratches the back of her head. "But guess what! I'm gonna buy you clothes! And not just one thing. A BUNCH of things! You're gonna get new shirts, pants, jackets, accessories.. anything really. I've got a bit of money to spend on you today, hehe~!"

24 hours earlier.

“ERIKA–!!”

Mako drops everything in his hands ( which consisted of a paper with fish stickers and a sucker ) and turns to Erika as she skips her way over. The items on the floor quickly forgotten, Mako gives a massive grin and places his hands on Erika’s shoulders.

“I’ve already got the best gift~! C’est toi! Y–you wanna be with my for my birthday, oui? Bon anniversaire à moi!” Mako slows down at the prospect of being bought actual gifts from the smaller woman– an even bigger happy surprise! “Vous êtes un ange tellement. Je t’aime…” Mako turns his attention to his top, giving the ratty, worn down button up a few tentative pats. It had been shoplifted several years ago… He supposed new clothes were in order…

“New clothes sounds so good. Can we eat, too? I haven’t eaten anything since the night before yesterday and my stomach is hurting so bad.” Despite the worrisome circumstance, Mako’s smile is still plastered onto his face and his tone is as lighthearted as ever. The blond claps his hands together excitedly and finally pulls Erika in for a hug.

( Poor Erika, he hadn’t been in a shower since a few days ago ).

– ( @illusoryelement )

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oxytosine:

   “I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic or not, but I certainly am well-received and known to throw quite spectacular parties - especially parties people tend to not forget anytime soon.”    She seemed quite taken back at that reply, was that an offer? That was quite random to her. Her parties were fantastic - for her. The rest of the guests were either spiked or murdered - or both! It didn’t matter, as long as she could witness someone painfully rolling around and drooling on the floor after an overdose of whatever drugs she had in her cabinets. Sometimes, she’d even sneak in the occasional cocaine for her guests to set the party atmosphere.    “Were you considering to attend one of my parties? or was that just a futile attempt to dodge what I was actually saying?” 

“No sarcasm here. I’m being genuine--I don’t doubt that you can throw a good party.” 

Not one he’d want to attend, that is. She may be a funny one, but mentioning videos of masturbation and decorative knives in the same sentence screamed danger. 

“Nah, I’m too busy for parties. But I appreciate the invite.” He winks. “I didn’t consider it dodging. Didn’t mean to come off that way.”

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"Mako, darling!" Grinning ear to ear, Kdin holds out a giant, wrapped box in the blond's direction. "Happy birthday, gorgeous. If you're up to it, I have the whole day planned for us to celebrate! You can go ahead and get ready, I need to make a few calls to make sure everything's in place for you." Making a great financial decision, Kdin has rented out the aquarium just for him and the giant.

“Kdiiin~!” Mako cheers and immediately reaches into his pocket, pulling out a fish sticker. While the raven was still within arms’ length, he gently places it on Kdin’s shoulder. “Poisson d’avril. Mais aussi joyeux anniversaire à moi!” 

The blond wiggles his long fingers and grasps the box, excitedly staring at it, his eyes only inches from the bow as if he were trying to unwrap it just by looking.

“Oh? A few calls? What do you mean? Did you get me a clown?” Mako smiles a toothy smile, hugging the present to his chest. “J’aime les clowns. So does Max! If you got me a clown, maybe you can get him to say hello to Max too!” He pulls at the box a little bit as he speaks, before running his hand briefly and affectionately down Kdin’s bicep. “Coucou, Kdin, can I open my present right now? I wanna know what’s inside~!”

The man lightly bumps the box against Kdin’s arm for emphasis, before pulling it to his chest again and standing next to the other. Kdin had a plan for them all day! How lucky was he!? To have such a lovely, amazing, fantastic man love him so much to tell him happy birthday and give him a present!

He didn’t even know about the aquarium yet, but Mako had a feeling the day was only going to get better and better.

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oxytosine:

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   “I’d pay someone a considerable amount of money if I could record them pleasuring themselves - or cutting themselves sensually with one of my decorative knives.”

“You must be an absolute delight at parties.”

That wasn’t even sarcasm. Someone that odd certainly couldn’t ever be boring.

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oxytosine:

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   “I’d pay someone a considerable amount of money if I could record them pleasuring themselves - or cutting themselves sensually with one of my decorative knives.”

“You must be an absolute delight at parties.”

That wasn’t even sarcasm. Someone that odd certainly couldn’t ever be boring.

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C’est Poisson d’avril! Time to tape paper fish onto people!

But it’s alsooo~-- Mako’s 24th birthday! Feel free to give him a little love!

( Don’t worry, he knows it’s his birthday, too! )

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Yooo, I gotta drop a few threads because it’s been too long and I don’t have the inspiration for them anymore;;  Nothing wrong with them ofc! They’ve just been sitting in my drafts for too long and ran out of life. We are def open to create new ones! ♥

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@kidicax x

Thank you for understanding!

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C'est à partir de toi que j'ai dit oui au monde.” - “It is from you that I said yes to the world.

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