moved- @soulcleft

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i’ll make some type of promo later to put into the noblesse rp tag but for now here’s my last official post on this blog

raskreia has been moved to a new blog (though i’m still adding some pages and whatnot, so she’s ready to write, but i’ll still be adding stuff and all)! @soulcleft

i’m still willing to continue any threads there as well. if my old writing partners here decide to follow me to my new blog, i will send a message to them asking if they would like to continue old threads or start new threads. i’ll still be keeping old bonds as well, unless people wish to start anew.

regardless of whether or not you continue to follow me over to the new blog, thank you for all the great memories you’ve given me on this blog! 

take care of yourselves!

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ayyyyyyyyyyyy, i hope y’all are doing well

well, whoever’s still here anyway and can read this pfft

anyway, my brain decided to give me a lil kick in the butt. and now i have decided that once i come up with a url, i will be moving raskreia to a new blog

most of my mutuals seem to be inactive or gone... and noblesse is just killing me with how not-progressive things are going rn... so yeah this will become an archive since i’ll probably get nostalgic down the road and reread my old stuff

so yeah! i’ll make another post dropping the new blog later and that will be that. sorry for being so fickle |D it’s been two years since i made raskreia and here i am...... moving............... thanks brain

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magusechoes:

He quietly listened, pondered and futilely ignored the heat rising in his chest from realization of the words spoken. “For your sake, I hope you’re speaking the truth,” he replied, eyebrows knitted and voice sounding harsher than he intended to. Still, after what happened with Joseph and his outrageous antics, Lindel was a lot more suspicious and guarded. 

   “There is surveillance all over the place. The sorcerers would’ve notified me if there was suspicious activity.” That, or their cameras and censors hadn’t caught anything that did appear in secrecy. “What kind of enemy are you speaking of?” He now asked a bit calmer, realizing that flaring up against her wouldn’t solve anything. 

The threat coming from someone who looked as... placid as this man was quite intriguing. Nonetheless, one should never judge a book from its cover. The Lord herself and many of her family leaders would be other examples of that. She remained stone-faced, giving a small nod to confirm what he as saying. ❝ I can only give my word that I bear no ill-intentions. I cannot say the same for the ones I am pursuing. Those people could be capable of avoiding detection as well. ❞

If the Union had even a fraction of a werewolf or noble’s power, perhaps this surveillance this man spoke of could have easily been overridden. ❝ They call themselves the Union. A human-made organization that seek out the power of powerful beings to make their own in order to govern the world. ❞ A frown. ❝ I can sense an enormous amount of power coming from the lands beyond what you are standing. If I and my people could sense it, I have no doubt the Union would be privy to it as well. ❞

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paradiseburnt:

GIVEN THE FACT SHE HAD BEEN DISCOVERED, Yuna found no reason to pretend that she had no idea of what Raskreia was speaking. However, she was still bitter. No matter how much she chose to help the lord, the very fact of their last meeting was still fresh in her mind: those filled with doubt eyes, that doubt that she was brainwashed, manipulated. It made Yuna still bitter and resentful. Had it been somebody whom she did not care for, she would have ignored it, but the matter was aggravated by how close she was to Raskreia. Believed she was. That connection was not there anymore. How could it be when the other did not even wish to listen to her? Did not even allow her explain everything, in spite of what she had as a well-worn mask? Some things not even she could forgive that easily. 

“But it will be the last time.” Returning any longer would be pointless. With a sigh, she did not glance at Raskreia anymore, but in a different place. While Lukedonia was not a place she found important in itself, it was for her. For Raskreia. However.. that connection could not be done anymore. That trust and faith had been shattered with those words she still recalled. ‘ Let me read your mind. ‘ and ‘ I was a fool to have ever trusted somebody like you. ‘ were still on her mind. How could she let go of that so easily? No, it was impossible. 

“Tell me, why do you care?” Although she had long since moved on from that moment, the hurt was still there, in spite of how well-disguised it was. Tilting her head, Yuna glanced at Raskreia with her eyes filled with nothing but coldness and the very distance she had when they first met. It was the lord who wanted that. She would respect her wishes. “Whatever I do with my life is my own business, not yours. After all, how can you be a fool to ever trust the likes of me and what I am saying?” Indeed, back then Raskreia had hurt her and Yuna said nothing, however it was her turn now. Nothing should have happened this way and it was at that point. She was using the words Raskreia said back then against her now. “Funny, do you wish to read my mind again? Because you sure cannot trust somebody although you claim so. I see now that you looked down on me all this time and thought I cannot defend myself because I am human. I hope you enjoyed your superiority while it lasted. Worry not, not that you would trust or worry over the likes of me, I do not need your assistance or anything alike. I just paid back the debt I had with you, but never interfere in my business again.”

To say that the other’s animosity was unwarranted would be a lie. No, Yuna’s coldness was just what should have been expected after this real confrontation. Even now Raskreia wondered why she would choose to CONFRONT the other woman after having thought she had severed their ties that day. Yes, the Lord who had decided much too hastily that she was met with betrayal... 

It was difficult to say that it would not happen again. The Lord was too paranoid, too MISTRUSTING after everything that had occurred to her people and herself. Yet how could she be called a leader if she did not learn to overcome that paranoia completely, especially for someone who had once been a good friend? Looking back on it now, Raskreia realized that the reason for her own doubt was not enough to place such little faith in someone who was her friend. Yet the time for regret was long past, long gone; the Lord had already crossed that line and she was uncertain if she could return from it.

❝ You took a risk... for someone who did not treat you well. Even if it had not specifically been for me. At least, this time my eyes are not blinded. I could see clearly that the information given helped my people more than harm them. Even if those were not your intentions... ❞ Raskreia did not respond to the other’s jeers, seeing as it was only EXPECTED. After all, were these not the same things she had said to Yuna, only spoken under unfair suspicion? ❝ The words I used were ones that must have hurt you. ❞ Yuna did not need to say what her feelings were; the fact that the other was echoing what had been said during that time spoke enough to the Lord.

❝ I wonder. Words I said that were directed at you felt unpleasant to you. And I feel unpleasant thinking of the words I used. ❞ The noble Lord glanced to the side. ❝ Even after I said we should not trust each other anymore, this happened. You claim it is because you are repaying a debt... however, all ties should have been severed once I hurt you with my words. Whatever debt that had been owed should have been left behind along with that former alliance. ❞ Raskreia sighed. ❝ Then you ask why do I care? It is an enigma even for myself. I suppose it is because those words I said... were not the ones I should have used. ❞ Back then, Raskreia knew she shouldn’t have let it go so easily. She had little faith, believing it was only best for the other to only stay associated with that man, and thus she said such hurtful words, believing FOOLISHLY it was for the sake of her friend’s happiness with that person of the Union. Hah, perhaps the Noblesse would be the one to call her an idiot this time.

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@paradiseburnt

If it had been anyone else, Raskreia would have moved from her position, perhaps to take a stance of defense in case it had been an enemy who approached her, or a more relaxed posture to greet one of her nobles. However, whomever was in her vicinity was someone who would not warrant either of these reactions. The Lord did not move, crimson gaze cast towards the horizon of the sunset, as the all too familiar presence made her way near the Lord. At first, Raskreia did not speak. She allowed silence to take its hold between the two, for what was once a great partnership had been crumbled apart due to both sides’ stubbornness.

Even now, the Lord found it difficult to speak of that matter. However, ever since that day, despite the coldness that bridged between Yuna and Raskreia, there were... a few moments. Where it seemed like their former friendship could have been repaired, were it not for the... difficult personalities of the two women.

❝ I have heard this is not your first time returning here. ❞ Raskreia’s voice was firm yet not as direct as it usually was. She was not referring to the time of Christmas; that would have been too obvious an answer. No, Yuna had been in Lukedonia a few times before that day. Yet it was never of ill-intentions, she had now figured out. The nobles who gave the Lord information about the Union’s movements obtained it from a hidden source, one that Raskreia now has been able to identify as Yuna herself. ❝ Tell me... why would you risk giving us information? ❞

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magusechoes:

|| @rcgnata receives a magic jiji: 

   “I suggest you turn back around, stranger. This land is not to be tainted by other souls,” Lindel spoke the same message he revealed to all the beings who weren’t children of man. “I must admit, I haven’t seen one such as you in all the centuries I’ve lived, therefore I come to speak to you personally.” He thought that way he’d show a bit more manners instead of using illusion spells to fool the humans into turning back where they came from. The dragons needed their own safe haven after all. 

She was on unfamiliar territory, therefore it made sense that she would be approached by the leader of these lands. However, to the Lord he was not dressed like a royal nor like someone whom would be fit for the role of authority. Rather, he appeared plain, almost as if he was a priest.. if anything though, the white robes he donned edged more so on the unpleasant side of the spectrum. However, if he was Union, he would have utilized harsher means to get her to leave. ❝ I apologize for the intrusion. I do not approach this place with harmful intentions, however. I have received a report from my people about... certain activity in this area. It has to deal with an enemy that does not have good intentions for any of the races. Therefore I ask, do you know of any suspicious activity... or any harm that has come to the beings that you seem to be protecting? ❞ 

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Yuna was unsure whether Raskreia was celebrating Christmas or not, however she did want to give something to her. Even if they still had no solved their issues, Yuna handed the lord a small box with a pair of earrings which she thought would suit the woman. "I hope you will accept this since it comes from me.. merry christmas, I guess."

@paradiseburnt

Being caught up in her emotions was very much like the Lord, it seemed, if all she could do was give the other a wistful stare. When she was handed the small box, at first, she did not move. However, her other hand remained still at her side. Should it be given now that Yuna had made the first move in, perhaps, repairing the damage that had been done to their friendship?

Raskreia had learned not too long ago about this holiday called Christmas. Although it was not a universal human celebration, as there were others who celebrated a variant of this holiday called Christmas, the sentiment still appealed to the Lord regardless. It was a time of giving and receiving, relationships regardless of being romantic or platonic were heightened to the max. Yet here the Lord was, stubborn in every way, hesitating to give Yuna the gift she had planned to give her the moment she had learned about this holiday.

A sigh. Thus, Raskreia relented and slowly lifted her left hand up. There was nothing in her hand at first, but that was because her gift was not one of the human realm.

Quietly, blood swirled around her hands before it disappeared to reveal the Lord’s gift: a fragment of her soul weapon in the shape of an ornate hair clip, adorned lightly with ruby jewels that complimented their akin crimson eyes.

❝ I have received your gift. I hope you will receive mine as well. ❞ Nonetheless, there was not much of a choice as she handed the hair clip over to Yuna. ❝ It is made with the energies of a soul weapon. Thus, I hope it may assist you one day. Merry Christmas, Yuna. ❞ Raskreia withdrew her hand, curling her fingers around the other’s gift for her. ❝ You should leave now. Perhaps we may talk again soon. ❞

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bahahaha i finally maxed raskreia so i could customize her armor and build B) one day... i will buy the customization set with in-game currency so she can have red eyes too

anyway i’m just here to show this at y’all. her name is empress raskreia in-game BECAUSE SOME FOOL TOOK ‘LORD RASKREIA’ AND I WAS MAD anyway -zooms back to the game-

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goldenvelleity:

 @rcgnata​

    “You know…. I never apologized. And I am sorry for that.” 

She needed to remember the Previous Lord, who, in his wisdom and magnanimity, could admit to his own mistakes and flaws with ease and a laugh. She needed to remember the example he set and, more importantly, the things she was meant to say to his daughter when she would need to hear them, not from him, but from someone she could trust. Someone she should be able to rely on. She’d failed both Raskreia and the Previous Lord.

      “I should not have left back then. I should have stayed in Lukedonia to support you, my friend, in the most trying time you faced to date. I should not have tried to escape my own grief and left everyone else behind on the way.”

    Shaken by the loss of her mother and, shortly after, almost the entire generation of clan leaders entering eternal sleep, she had fled Lukedonia, sought distraction, tried to drown her grief in dance and music, poetry and the fleeting admiration of mere mortals while she was being needed back home. How selfish… how immature and selfish… Janna sighed.

    “I am… sorry I abandoned you when I should have been by your side.” 

Yet was there anything to apologize for? Raskreia frowned in earnest puzzlement as to why Janna would feel the need to give an apology to the Lord. As far as Raskreia knew, the blonde noble had done nothing that would necessitate an apology...

... Ah. That is, unless they speak of the past. Despite the impassiveness of the Lord’s countenance, it broke to show her concern, yet most importantly, the genuine confusion that would come as a result of this arbitrary display of weakness.

❝ Janna L. Drosia. Did you think I held a grievance against you all this time for what you did, even after I have forgiven you when you came back? ❞ Yes, the Lord was the type to hold grudges. However, when she had made amends with Janna after accusing the other of betraying her father and Lukedonia, Raskreia had not dwelled on that matter any longer. She assumed Janna would also have accepted that, but if the other felt the need to address this now, what kind of burden did the other keep to herself, away from the Lord’s watchful eye?

❝ I will not accept your apology. Because I have already forgiven you long ago. ❞ Yes, it was cruel of Raskreia to say that, especially when Janna was the type to take consolation in validation. But her friend... had no need to apologize to her. ❝ I gave you the choice of staying by my side or leaving. You chose to stay. That is the only thing I could ask for. ❞

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@heartfractured  || from here

❝ The noble whom I told you about at our first meeting. ❞ Raskreia responds, lifting her gaze to settle it upon the other’s relaxed countenance. ❝ Cadis Etrama di Raizel. He also taught me the art of noodle expansion. This time, I have waited three minutes and twenty-two seconds for it to expand fully. I hope that this record has bested his own. ❞ It is a strange thing to voice were it anyone but Raskreia or Raizel, the man in question. Those in witness of that grand revelation may have missed the edge of competition in her voice when she had questioned Raizel about the longest time he had waited for the noodles to expand.

Tony should also understand. If he is more familiar with human customs, is it not something befitting of a human to indulge in such a harmless competition? ❝ And what is your record, Tony Stark? ❞ She had not witnessed him waiting for his own noodles to expand, but that was only because she had been focused on her own bowl. 

His offer causes an eyebrow to arch up contemplatively. ❝ Ramune. ❞ She repeats. ❝ It sounds like ramen. ❞ That’s yet another comparison she’ll make between an object she does not know and another object she is very familiar with. Her crimson gaze shifts towards the small advertisement on their table, displaying some of the flavors of this drink to the Lord. How intriguing.

As she muses between the flavors that would be most appealing, their server’s face walking by seems to pale even more. What kind of disaster are these people capable of holding, considering a carbonated drink immediately after that hell in a bowl?!, is the heavy thought that lingers on the feeble human’s mind. Of course, despite her mind-reading capabilities, Raskreia does not read minds actively. Thus, the horrified look on the server’s face is lost upon the noble Lord as she lifts her gaze up to glance between them and Tony.

❝ I do not know most of these flavors, ❞ she says. ❝ You said to pick one, Tony, but... I do not know which one to pick. May I try all of them? ❞ The Lord’s palate is very limited, of course, given her minimal contact with human cuisine. She knows the tastes of basic spices and garlic is something she’s all-too-familiar with... but bubblegum? Melon? Green apple? Why is an apple designated with a color and the other items are not? Too many things to consider. But this is an opportunity to learn, so she shall welcome it.

❝ What are they celebrating? ❞ She decides to ask after-the-fact, glancing around the decorated restaurant. Indeed, even preceding their entry into this place, everything around them had been adorned with lights and ornaments alike.

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naughty or nice?

tagged by: @ancientcalamity

❝ Who is the Big Guy...? ❞

[ancientcalamity]

☭ fite me

                                                  Battle Theme:

     One Thousand Apologies [EVEN THE TITLE HURTS]

Battle intro:       “…Are you sure about this..?”

Victory:      “I didn’t want this… but it’s my duty.”

Defeat:      “…At least this burden dies with me.”

Taunt: “You’re being too slow.” “I told you before, you’re not putting your all into this.”

Reacting to Taunt:       “Come at me, then, if you’re so confident…”

Tie: “…”

Perfect Victory:       “You should have listened…”

Final Finisher:       “This is goodbye.”

- - TAG QUOTES - -

Assist: Y - “I won’t let you hurt anyone else…” R - “I must protect them.” Both - “You’ll be taken down here..!”

Your muse down during Assist: Y - “I’ll be… fine…”R - “Don’t you dare think about using your powers!”

Using item on your muse:Y - “I’m alright now.”

Healing/Buffing your muse:Y - “This should be enough.”R - “I’ll back you up.”

Tag Team Special: Y - “Disappear into NOTHING-” -To keep from using his vampiric powers, he resorts to knocking the enemy away with double Rends- R - “It was your mistake to challenge us.” -Raskreia would then catch them in her blood field, mangling their body before dropping them down with a crashing attack.- R - “Fools.” Y - “At least it’s over now.”

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time for riri’s “procrastinate, panic, study, game, write, and most importantly, PANIC” mode of finals preparation

aka this is a starter call that will get done indefinitely and i welcome death

[ancientcalamity]

Of Mice and Me-- wait, Nobles and Gods?!

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ancientcalamity:

♔ ｓｅｒｅｎｄｉｐｉｔｙ – —   ┐

                              Violet hues soften at the apology,                              but he averts his attention to her question and he nods. 

“The mountain has a great view, from what I remember. We could go whenever you wish–” He stops, suddenly frowning and drawing back a bit, seemingly in hesitation. “…There is an area I’d wish to stay away from, however…” 

      ‘Knowing that now two overly powerful supernatural forces are together,             it would surely draw attention if we went there…’ 

      With the thought, his expression changes and was that of a grimace and after a moment, he reopens his eyes. 

   “The palace is only open to the public at certain times,     though I’m sure I could easily get us allowed in as a special case.” There was a bit of a struggle to his smile, one side of him clearly not used to doing it so easily and the other side feeling the need to. Ah, this was going to be difficult…

A questioning glance is given to his change in demeanor. How could there be an area in the mountain that Yato seems fearful of? Is there an enemy there? One even more powerful than his abilities as a Noblesse or god? Impossible. However, should it be something that she should inquire about, or should she take his judgment as it was?

What a dilemma. On one hand, Raskreia would like to believe that there is no area in the world that could be more powerful than a Lord working together with a Noblesse. On the other hand, out of respect for his status and age, she should not press for answers unless it was certainly necessary. After all, he had not excluded the entire mountain for their prospective trip; just one certain area.

❝ Alright, if that is your wish. ❞ She responds, giving a nod and rising from her seat. ❝ Then, I will follow whatever you deem best for the first destination. ❞

Indeed, one tick of mind control and they could be allowed anywhere, even if the area is restricted. By the sound of it though, it seems like Yato had been thinking of a different method. Perhaps it had to do with his abilities as this persona. ❝ You have asked of my wishes, but what of yours? Is there somewhere you wish to visit as well? ❞

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heartfractured:

☑  @rcgnata followed, and thus gets to suffer;;

❝ LADY RASKREIA. ❞  A nod, and a slight bow from the waist. The Anthony Edward Stark the human world knows would hardly be expected to do such a thing, but the names of old – Arnviðr, Antonius, Anthon, alongside all the various titles he’s accumulated when he lived under those names – they all are very capable of that sort of respect. Old habits do die hard… but, okay, it’s just that he doesn’t get the opportunity to bow all that often as it is.

Not that he’ll completely give up the easygoing attitude he’s built for himself on Midgard. No, he actually likes this Tony Stark persona very much. He hasn’t so much as moulded himself into it as he’s moulded it to his own personality; he’s just properly modernised it, as he does to everything.

❝ I didn’t know Midgard had a species so close to the Æsir. Shocker, huh? This place is always surprising me, after all this time. ❞

There’s a lot of things that Tony doesn’t know… still, he’s managed to dig up some small bits of information on this noble race. He’s come to learn more now – after, of course, sending a message in the form of what Midgardians like to call astral projection. Hopefully his message was received, and the silence in response is meant as permission for his arrival. Otherwise, this is going to turn out a very awkward situation. 

Oh, well, he hadn’t been greeted at the castle doors, anyway, so he’s just going to assume that’s everything’s all fine and well.

She would not claim to know everything about the humans; after all, she has only just started to make more frequent ventures outside of Lukedonia. Despite that though, she would like to think that she is more privy to things not pertaining to humans... until this man came to their awareness. Indeed, how strange it must be indeed, for both these beings of different capabilities.

Even so, Raskreia still does not know what he is. He had introduced himself in his message, but little information had been given about himself personally. Which one is he? Raskreia knows that nobles have had influence in Western human culture, but the tales of ‘gods’ were not directed from their race... and she has only come to soon realize that those tales were inspired by someone else.

How exactly had she not known about this? Had her father known? He must have. There is no way a race as old as the beginning of human society does not know about the other. He must have met someone else of Tony’s species. The events in human history that the nobles had not been known to deal with; they must have been from this man’s species. Werewolves had little interest in human affairs, after all.

❝ Midgard. Is that what you call the humans’ world? ❞ She questions shortly after, rising from her throne and making her descent towards the man who stood at a respectable distance from her platform. ❝ And how long have you been here, Tony Stark? It has come to my knowledge that you were not the only one unaware of... the other’s existence. ❞ She narrows her eyes. ❝ Tell me more about the Æsir. My father... you did not know my father. Is there someone else who holds authority over you then? ❞

[heartfractured-a]

☩ Private, but fairly non-selective blog. ☩ Independent multi-muse + multi-verse account for MARVEL’s TONY STARK. ☩ Multi-ship blog, will RP with duplicates (no mains and no exclusives). ☩ Writes para-novella, one liners, serious + crack threads, generally open to anything! ☩ OC-friendly, crossover friendly.

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noahwisdom:

I WARNED YOU ALL BUT YOU ALL THOUGHT I WAS JOKING  probably

and we’re creating a necessary development okay, m21 is calling him his son now, how is that evil, ririevil, huh? 

OH you liar though, how about those bullies in the sibling thread where YOUR daughter has to fight of bullies, huh?

WHEN DID YOU WARN US, EVER. ONE DAY WE WERE JUST CHILLING AND THEN YOU WERE LIKE ‘hehe, i’m gonna plot for wisely’s mind to slowly deteriorate and ramen is gonna have m21 angry at him for training’

WAY TO WARN US, HAZEL

squints. “”””necessary”””” development. i’m sure there are better ways than giVING HIM NIGHTMARES

......... that was. ONE SENTENCE. ONE SENTENCE OUT OF HUNDREDS I’VE WRITTEN. INVALID. CLAIM DENIED. KICKS AT YOUR 4387589435 THREADS WITH WISELY BEING ANGUISHED