ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ.

fiery as always. / ᴇʟᴇsɪs sɪᴇɢʜᴀʀᴛ.

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at dieve, multimuse, selective followbacks

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i haven’t been feeling writing elesis as of late but! I’m still here and lurking <3

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ITEM DROP CHALLENGE.

if your character was an npc, what items would they drop when they flee combat / are killed ? repost, don’t reblog.

3 - 5 COMMON ITEMS ( would drop any time. )

5000 silver (GP) / CURRENCY.         “Silver: the coin of Aernas. Widely accepted as currency in other continents, it is used to purchase weapons, armor, or other things wanted.”

LOCKS OF HAIR / MATERIAL ITEM.        “Hair is often a catalyst for magic. Crafting material.”

PIGEON'S BLOOD RUBY / SPECIAL ITEM.         “It is a shining, beautiful gem. Jewelers laud the pinkish-red color of a Pigeon’s Blood ruby. Light bounces throughout the gemstone like a firework. Crafting material.”

* Elesis is one of the few sources of obtaining Pigeon’s Blood Ruby. As she drops them moreso than other NPCs, she is a great source of this endgame crafting material.

OLDER SISTER’S TORN LETTER / QUEST ITEM.         “It is a torn piece of paper, remnants of a letter. The writing is faded, however the words are clear. ‘One day I will find you, Elsword. My one and only younger brother.’”

* This item will always drop. It will only drop once. It cannot be re-obtained if removed from inventory. It triggers a hidden quest line when you reach Elrios.

1 - 2 RARE ITEMS ( a .5% drop chance. )

SWORD OF THE RED KNIGHT / TWO-HANDED WEAPON.          “ ‘One night, my father woke me in the middle of the night. Sleepy and unsure, I accepted his sword and his title as the bright light of peaking dawn shimmered in my eyes. I stared idly as he left, not knowing that that would be the last time I would see him.

           I do not know how I feel about my father. An amazing swordsman, an amazing leader. All I wished was to understand, why? Training endlessly, in silence. My only gift from him was this sword.’ “

* When equipped, all party buffs last 40% longer and the wielder’s attack increases by 3% every time an enemy is slain up to a maximum of 15%. Additionally, this equipment grants a 10% chance of triggering the ‘Berserk’ skill. ‘Berserk’ revives the user at 10% health and invulnerability for 5 seconds upon death.

ELESIS’S SILVER EARRINGS / ACCESSORY.         “ A pair of earrings. Attached to the hooks are simple silver bars. They shimmer in the sunlight and the sight of your reflection incites memories. Elesis’s silver earrings. ‘I am told that when I put these on, I look just like her. My mother.’ “

* When equipped, attacker’s speed and defense are increased. When equipped with Sword of the Red Knight, ‘Berserk’’s invulnerability extends to 10 seconds after revival.

tagged: @icarise  tagging: @zhrets / @quartlet​ / @springhealer​ / <3

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: @zhrets​ aka THE stinky boy, Thank 4 teh Tag-desu uwu *glomps* tagging: @foxcharmed​ / @heroeth​ / @garuvusu​ (do it twice i dare you gabby) / @icarise​

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / KINDA

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO

Are they underrated?  YES / NO

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  / I follow canon as much as I can, but it’s important for me to note that Elesis has many versions of herself depending on exactly which time I write her. For the most part, for panfandom interactions, I go for a more general approach incorporating canon into her story (as she did travel solo across dimensions for a hyper-extended period of time), but making it so that it wouldn’t have a tremendous effect on the actual canon of the story (by making her forget every world where she’d traveled, which gives opportunity for plots to revolve around that). I try to follow canon but, the game was a 2008 KMMORPG that was a patchwork mess and character identity is left highly to fandom and individual interpretation. My Elesis is nearly an original character at this point. I’ve thought about what made sense for her for a long time. She is a childhood character that had a significant impact on why I decided to rp, the kind of person I am today, and liking her and maining her in the original game inspire a lot of my love for similar characters.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  / Elesis Sieghart provides a lot of introspection. She is interesting because she is multifaceted. She is a leader---a Savior, going by the way canon sees her. But she’s not. Several times in canon, namely in her background and in an implied alternate dimension, she leans towards revenge over justice. Her goal has been, and always has been, to enact revenge on the villainess who took her father away from her. Her reaction to seeing her father die in front of her is anger, and then a desire for vengeance. In the alternate universe mentioned, she is so overtaken with rage that she transforms into a shell of herself consisting of her determination and her desire to kill----something that isn’t common among characters like her. Likewise, all throughout canon, she forced her way into a leadership position that, gradually, she begins to doubt and resent. She was brash, had an ugly personality, trampled over others’ opinions and yet---she cares about them so much. She’s a leader because she treats everyone she meets as equals, but she isn’t a leader-type because she’d rather seek anger in her friends’ name rather than protecting them in the present. Elesis always, always, looks towards the past for her actions rather than the present and she is fundamentally flawed as a protagonist. Not to mention, she is selfish and she takes her enjoyment of battle to extremes. Rather than being a forgiving and kind protagonist, she is ruthless and nearly totalitarian in her desire to fight over doing the right thing. She would rather die than retreat for the safety of her friends. She is angry, but it’s kept inside. She is lustful for violence, but she has to keep up the image of a good leader. She’s constantly on a breaking point one way or another, and I love that about her and I hope my interactions can spark some of that curiosity to go beyond what she is on the outside.

She’s a character that has a lot of potential for relationships. She has so many experiences that have changed her over and over again that she cherishes and is referred back to often. She’s a lot of contradictions in one woman, and to weasel your way into that takes a lot of effort and it’s rewarding. That’s how I want to portray her.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  Elesis isn’t digestible. She’s kind of basic looking and her words are far and few in between. I think she’s a very difficult character to love----she’s an easy character to gloss over because she’s not bombastic like a lot of others are. Speaking not so much from a fandom perspective (because she is very loved in the fandom, namely GC’s Korean fandom, where she’s one of the most popular characters) but from the perspective of roleplaying and seeing the kinds of characters people tend to prefer----Elesis is just not it. She’s not that consumable, and threading with her (and me in general) takes a ton of time and back and forth before she gives way to cuter threads or in-depth things. She’s not really defined by anything outright. It can easily be said that she isn’t anything. Her character doesn’t seem consistent----she’s a lot of things at once, rather than being “a good girl” or “an evil woman” or “a villain” or “sweet and candy-like” or “a sultry femme fatale”----she’s none of the easily definable. She’s a lot of everything, but she isn’t any one of those descriptions. She’s a protagonist but she doesn’t act like one. She’s a warrior but she longs for something more normal, something more regular. She’s a knight but she has never been knighted. She’s not easy to take in and it can seem very pretentious, to make one character absolutely nothing. It’s off-putting and it turns people off. Also, I don’t tend to talk about her until prompted to, nor do I talk on the dash a lot about her, nor do I have many followers in the first place. All of those things make her a character that people might just not want to write with, and that’s 100% okay.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  / She’s important to me. After leaving tumblr for 2-ish years following a lack of interest and seeing how toxic the dashboard was and how toxic the rpc twitter community was, I left and I didn’t look back until now. In the end, though, I want to write. Writing makes me happy. rping Elesis makes me insanely happy. I never brought her to tumblr because I didn’t want her to be ruined for me, and I’ve reached a point in my life where I’m confident enough in my own identity and my love for this character that I’ve been thinking of in silence for years to put it out in public and start writing with old friends again.

What keeps your inspiration going?  / I love one (1) beautiful titty redhead sword woman. 8+ years in my lil’ brain still going strong 3:

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO (though I want to)

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES (all of my replies tend to be drabbles 3:>) / NO

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? / Truthfully---no. Not about Elesis. About any other character, or rather---about every other character besides Elesis, I will accept criticism. But I’ve thought about Elesis for way too long and for way too many years of my life, changing her as I go, so much so that it’ll feel too personal to me to accept criticism. But if it were any other character, I’d readily accept it.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  / Absolutely please please please please---it’s so hard to talk to people one-on-one about her as is, as it is for everyone about their own muses. I love questions. I love answering them.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? / I’d be curious, truthfully. But it’s not bad. Anyone can disagree and if that’s the case, but ultimately, my headcanons for Elesis are my own and that’s not going to change even if someone else told me it was “wrong” or “bad”.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? / I don’t really care. I’ve thought about this stupid meathead woman for far to long to feel offended at someone else’s disagreement of how I write her. Plus, Elesis Sieghart, as well as every single character of the Grand Chase, can have many, many interpretations due to how vague and up in the air their canon information is. It’s just how it is...

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  / The only situation where I’d feel upset would be if it were a close friend telling me this after a while of talking about her---and it’s happened before. But overall, it made me sad for a minute and then it was “whatever”. They love her now, and things are good and right in the world. Someone else’s dislike of Elesis doesn’t really effect me outside of close friendships.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  / Absolutely! If something is off, please tell me or correct it in the reply <3

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   / I’d hope so. I don’t view rp as my life or as a main hobby, so I don’t tend to be here often and I write as I feel like it. As a mun I kind of just write here as I please because I know the people who are interested will continue to be interested and those who aren’t, I’ll know with time. In terms of friendships and rp, I do like to be talked to if I share my discord because I don’t share it often. I want to be able to develop and write and do all of those fun things I never got to do in the past due to the fact that when I used to rp as a main hobby, I was a minor---shipping back then was difficult for me, as a minor. 3: But now that I’m a lot older and, well, Legal, I can do a lot more things and explore more dynamics that I felt like I just wasn’t mature enough to do in the past. I guess, in that case, I’m a bit more higher maintenance. I hope I come off as easygoing, but I do get very intense about writing, I like it so much.

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icarise‌:

          it’s not as if he’d meant to say he’s a Nobody in a way meant to belittle himself. rather, it comes to him as if it were—is—fact, as natural as an inhale & exhale, no more than that. it could be argued that roxas is freed from that label. his return, his true heart, his existing, are all evidence enough to make those who called him as such to eat their words.

          but what of roxas? what of him, who has only known of a life as a Nobody? an identity that he at least had a name to? as elesis plays with the feline laying on her lap, roxas mulls over elesis’ earlier jests. maybe she’d been on to something to call him & this kitten similar. strays. left in the world to survive, even with their odds being near zero. ( perhaps this stray is luckier than he had been. he’s still unsure if he could call his return ‘survival’ at all. ) 

           yet, his gaze trails back to the knight when she speaks once more, stormy eyes blinking with the casual way she addresses him back. she says he is someone, in the same way he breathes the word Nobody. except there’s a tone in her voice that makes his chest flutter. honesty? no, more than that. she speaks in truths, as simply as they come to her. just as she sees worth in an animal she had found through happenstance, she calls roxas someone as if the context behind the difference of a nobody & Nobody do not matter. she says he is someone, simply because it is the way she sees him & the world.

          it takes elesis once again hovering the kitten in front of his face for him to touch down from his train of thoughts. stormy eyes seem to twinkle when roxas flashes elesis a small, uncertain smile, before turning back to the kitten. he inches closer to them on the sofa, at a length where he can reach out, but not enough for the cat to do the same. roxas stretches out a finger to timidly meet the underside of the cat’s paw. they touch, & roxas feels the softness of its hairs, the warmth, the small & fragile life it holds. 

          ❛ it’s so—he’s so?—small? ❜ he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding a breath, so his words come out with a shaky exhale, continuing to stroke the outstretched paw. roxas rapidly gazes back & forth between the cat as it wants roxas’ hand to come closer, & then back to elesis, still unsure of himself & seeking her reassurance that he’s doing this right. ❛ i thought being someone meant… needing to prove that you’re here and that you belong. but this—it feels like if i look away too long, he’ll disappear. ❜

... Foolish boy. What took you so long? To accept that smile of his--to reach out on his own to touch something he wanted to touch. She watched as his fingers quivered at every stroke. What can a little kitten to to him? Silly. Natural like the flow of water. Steady as boulders on a cliffside. She took the kitten’s other paw into her fingers and gently squished the pink pads gingerly and readily. Nothing to be afraid of....

At least for her. Nothing to be afraid of. His words brought her eyes to him. Those pretty blue eyes that looked out with that youth-tinted edge. Eyelashes that were prettier than any village girl’s hot toothpick curl. So much so, so cute and so reminiscent, she frowned and sighed after he finished his piece. To prove something. Was that it? But the look in his eyes to the uncertainty of his body. Like a sad melody at sea. Solemnly, as if he were going to disappear. Just as he says: disappear.

Expression like mooncakes. She wanted to let him have something like that. Kanavan’s Lunar Festival. When she’d visit the capital, draped in turquoise and scarlet, color-coordinated like sky dancers on poles in the town square. Fruit and food decorated the base of Aernasis’s statue like gemstones on a necklace. She remembered dressing in her best chestplate. Colors danced off of her silver and reflected all around. Expression like mooncakes----she remembered the taste of it, warm and full. An egg for a long life, your soul, encased in a rich cake carved and stamped in the emblem of her country. Something like that. Did he have something like that? A festival in his memories, distant in childhood? Did he have something like that? Memory like mooncakes.

He didn’t, did he? And for that, for those sad eyes of his, she could not mend. Forgetting is the worst thing, but not having it at all must be even more painful. Without even knowing how or when, why or how----must be even more painful. This young man who showed up one day, as any other, one day, disappear like his greatest fear. Even if she did not understand it, as fantastical as it were. She would feel sad too, she thinks. The warmth of kitten paws. The pit-pat of baby claws on your fingers. Kittens grow up and forget what it was like when they were small and fragile. All animals do. They grow up, look forward----only to realize that they can’t remember a thing. Anything to their backs is an empty void of nothing. Did he feel something like that? Like the bite of a festival fading as the warm taste is swallowed and sets. She raised her hand up and put it on his head, gingerly this time.

She threaded her fingers into his hair and rubbed him gently, detangling as she followed the side of his head. She tucked some hair behind his ear and sighed a second time, her expression unreadable. “Everything disappears when you look away for too long. This kitten, too.” Will grow up and forget. Forget about being small, forget about being cuddled and pet and given food at all hours. When babyhood fades, it won’t even remember it----but it will remember the way it was loved and raised. It will remember the way it felt when a hand is raised to its tiny face. And it will remember the way it felt when that same hand came in gently to scratch under its little chin, the downy fuzz ruffled and it can rest in a purr, knowing that it’s safe. Those behaviors stay for forever.

.... Fragile life. A silly young man. A woman who grew up too quickly and too soon. A woman--a girl--who feels sad when she remembers festivals whose tradition waned with the chaos of war. As if it never existed at all, gone in a flash.

“Are you afraid of dying?”

A little heavy for the sofa, she thinks. But that was fine. She did not hate it, and she hoped he did not either. She swallowed another sigh as she began again, looking at him. Red eyes flickered sparks. Rubies or garnets or amber---could have been whatever. But he made her interested. Like seeing a bit of herself in someone else, her grey skies in his, her anxieties that she could not begin to explain in his fears that she could not fully understand. But it was there. A little bit, whatever that meant. “----your soul is an egg. And your body is a cake that protects it. Everyone and everything is like it. This cat, too, is a little cake.”

She took her fingers away from his face and put them on his wrist, bringing his hand closer to the sleepy, tiny cat. She placed his hand on its belly and held it there by force----just for a second. Before she let go, letting him decide for himself.

“If it was going to go away, it would have. But it hasn’t vanished into thin air. You are too complicated. Become less so.”

Elesis Sieghart was going to take Roxas to see the festival. She wanted to see that. She watched his body, his reactions----a feeling like she hadn’t felt in a while. Ah. It was nostalgia.

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" i love you, elly. " ♥

“.. ‘Elly’, is it? ‘Elesis’ is fine. Everybody else calls me Elesis, ‘Elly’....”

----but she couldn’t help but smile a little bit. It was a nice breath of fresh air. “You should save the words, ‘I love you’, for your lover. Don’t waste it on me,” she replied, sighing out à la everyday. “Did you eat, yet? I’m coming out for leftovers as per usual. I haven’t talked to anyone in a day or two, it would be nice to talk to you.”

... Really. ‘I love you,’ huh? As silly as it were, hearing those words full of bounce and the chaos it came packaged with was an open present to her self-ended isolation. Like a splash of water on her cheeks, like cold juice after breakfast, Lina’s freckles moving to the shift of her cheeks to her smile blessed Elesis’s day immensely.

“You are alright. I guess. That’s my opinion, anyways--ha.”

@draumars 

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. ( repost, don’t reblog )

tagged by: @zhrets​ tagging: whoever //

NAME:  Elesis Sieghart ALIAS:  “Red Knight,” “Ruby Knight,” “Savior” AGE:  20 FAMILY:  Elscud Sieghart, her father. Penelope Sieghart, her mother. They’re both dead. Well, the latter is. The first one is... ??? Anyways, let Elscud Sieghart die, he’s been killed, like, twice already. :c SIGNIFICANT OTHER:  none atm

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  Aernesian Goddesses SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES:  chastity  / charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness  /  patience /  justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE:  To save the world! But realistically, she wants to be able to fulfill what she can do and either die for the sake of her destiny or, if given the chance to, to continue to travel with the friends she considers family until everyone finds their places in their lives. She wants to live quietly afterwards. KNOWN LANGUAGES:  Aernesian runic language. Any language of the region of a world she travels to, though once she leaves that specific world, she will forget how to speak it completely. SECRETS: Her younger brother (?). Otherwise, she has no real reason to keep secrets. SAVVIES: Learning about different kinds of blades, training. Soapmaking. Self-care. Bathing. Fishing, and other outdoorsy things.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.

BUILD:   scrawny  / bony  /  slender /  fit  /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average HEIGHT:   164 cm SCARS / MARKS:  She has many scars all throughout her body, many of them obtained in childhood. Particular scars are: an x-shaped scar across her left bicep, a large scar on her right thigh, and an enormous diagonal cut across the entirety of her back. She has scars that litter her skin throughout. Her fingers are very hard and tough. Her feet are calloused if not taken care of. ABILITIES / POWERS: Swordsmanship, incredible strength, affinity to fire and wind. She’s a human blessed directly by the Goddesses that watch over her world. Although she is still human, she is closer to having deity-like attributes due to her circumstance. Even among her likewise blessed friends, she has incredible, inhuman strength. RESTRICTIONS: her own thoughts. They stop her from action or they cause her to take unnecessary action. She tends to not communicate to her group very well and, although she’s a good strategist in her mind, her directions are very much meant for people who already know what she means (as in, it’s difficult to understand her if you don’t know her). She is still human. She has bodily limits in what she can handle despite her toughness, and so she is bound by injuries that would be fatal on anyone. She gets too worked up in her emotions. She gets either too angry or too excited when fighting, and it can cause her to lose control of herself.

𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂.

FOOD:  anything as long as it has meat in it. She loves beef. She also loves seafood. DRINK:  brandy, whiskey PIZZA TOPPING:  every single meat with absolutely 0 vegetables, and lots of grease, it’s fucking grody COLOUR:  red, black, & silver MUSIC GENRE:  traditional Kanavan-style music. Lire’s singing. Classical records. She doesn’t mind what she listens to, so long as it isn’t screechy. BOOK GENRE:  Elesis Sieghart has never read a single genre book in her entire, “I didn’t learn how to read and write until I was 11 years old” life MOVIE GENRE:  Action & comedy. She pretends like she isn’t interested in romance, but she can’t help but be intrigued by it. SEASON: Autumn. CURSE WORD:  She’s trying not to curse nowadays; she needs assistance, though.... SCENT(S): Cinnamon & Honey

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼.

BOTTOM OR TOP: Top : ^ ) SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Absolutely LIKES BAD PUNS: unfortunately, she’s ...... stupid ........................... so ........ ‘no’, but not for the normal reason.

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sonderrow‌:

“Oh, I see.”

Despite the comment being genuinely logical, a pang of hurt is genuinely shown into Quinn’s “way too open for a first meeting” expression. It’s odd, how dynamic between people work; he was arguably just as dapper as her, with a chic, plain colored v-neck showing just enough collarbone without being revealing and a perfectly adjusted dress jacket with a grey and colored plaid pattern for a colored look, added to this his leather ankle boots and flattering skinny jeans, the both of them had an oddly glowing presence around them. A pair that attracted silent admiration just from their leading energy and appearance…

… yet Quinn felt so inadequate, not realizing anything on the city square. That they made quite the pair.

“I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve never met someone who looked so cool. I’ve heard people reference something as hot many times on first sight, but I never had the chance to actually understand it until now… I couldn’t live with myself without telling you… and wanting to just be like this !”

He may have just been repeating himself, but his words feel like they will never reach what he actually feels. Even the double entendre behind calling her hot is void by how pure his eyes and expression twinkles, and how expressive his slender body moves as he expresses himself by waving around, unable to stay put on his feet, an intense contrast compared to how elegant and poised he looked when on his own; it’s because Quinn loves people so much. They excite his curiosity, make him happy.

“What’s your name ? Maybe I cannot have such good-looking breats or tantalizing sides and hips ratio with my male form, but, I can do my very best to emulate what I can..!”

She could feel his energy all the way from where she stood. Similar to the movies she’d been watching on her coins, it seemed to her that way----the life that he exuded through the brightness in his expressions was like watching theatre. Her eyes darted around carefully as the flow of the crowd gathered around them, talking amongst themselves. Like a countdown to when the sidewalk bell will ring, they all seemed frozen in their own happenings & goings. The difference so stark, magenta & cyan, she blinked twice.

“Ah, uhm.”

What was he even saying? She stared at him, incredulous. ‘So cool’? ‘Good-looking breasts’? ‘Emulate’. Was he a shapeshifter or something? In this world devoid of magic. In a world filled with overwhelming overcast and the sound of railway ticket machines and subway rattling below her feet. Her arms found themselves wrapped around her sides, her hands covering her waist, her expression a little lost, before she even knew it. “My name? Ah...”----a name? Would it be too hard to pronounce? If she’d just used her own. “... ‘Elesis’,” she replied, sighing it out like a song. Elesis. She wanted to leave. Quickly. her hair followed her as her head turned to the crosswalk, the ding and flash of the picture of a man walking in a box taking her blurred vision eastward. Surely, she would not meet him again? This strange boy who singled her out of many. To her left was a woman even prettier and womanlier than she could ever try to dress, with her sundress and hat shading her color from being washed out in the sun’s bleaching rays. To her right was a lady even moreso steeled than she, dressed in pinstripes as immaculate as parking lot lines from her shoulder to her pumps.

.... She did not even find a place to sleep, yet. No forest to be found. No cave to set up a fire. Running off the high of cloudy vision and the anger of it all, she did not need to talk to a strange person right now.

“.... ‘Male form’...?”----the tip of her shoe hit the other side of the crosswalk. She turned around without thinking. What did that mean? Male form. Curiosity had a way of distracting her.

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Elesis’s favorite snack from Alcubra are deep fried tarantulas.

[springhealer]

         @scendant​​!! // BOUND.

     DRAPED IN DELICATE whites & pinks, as lovely as cherry blossoms themselves — no one would dare question the nature of her humanity. ‘or perhaps, even if they do have their doubts, her lack of humanity assumed to be that of a benevolent god.’ for years she’s been able to roam peacefully ( enough ), hidden away in the depths of a fantastical forest. 

               THE FOREST OF REPENTANCE.                — that’s what the locals call it.

       blooming in splendor & entangled with mystery;; not many attempt to travel through, lest on a journey of discovery. they call it repentance, for those who are swallowed by the mist of trees are not forgiven — while those who reach the other side are lessons learned. ( & the one behind it all? a breathtaking demon disguised as SPRING. ) 

       to her utmost surprise, this traveling group of guardians had been ready to FACE off with her;; bringing all sorts of contraptions & magic spells in hopes of banishing her very presence for their faction— but they had failed. & left behind is a lone guard, now bound to her as a means of punishment.

 SAKURA lifts a long sleeve up, masking her face;; revealing only bright viridians. ( a quiet smirk beneath it. ) as much as the other wished to attack, their BOND refuses to allow it. “…Fair guardian, you must understand — I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see if such a spell would actually work.”

      she gives a most teasing bow, evidently satisfied with the results. “I’ll apologize for imprisoning you here — but what other methods would I have to gather the information I need about your faction?” 

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Shackle-less. The floor was cold as her hands beat in tune to that feverish metronome her heart, beating. Something other than human. The leash around her neck turned the air she breathed in hot and hard to swallow. Every glare pulled it tighter. Every movement forward tugged her back. Every growl was met with a muzzle to her mouth---cotton in her throat, cloth between her lips----her teeth were sharp. As sharp as the tips of her eyelashes as they quivered under the sight of a woman so strange she could not think for a single second. Sharp as the color that dyed her eyelids pink as the cold. Sharp like her shallow breaths----”Tsk.”

... the edge of her glaive shimmered. Cuts like lotus petals etched single-line strokes, a blacksmith’s carving a calligraphy. To Whom The Guard Serves:-----ending in the blur of her vision, a kaleidoscopic explosion omitting her loyalties. A bond through blood, broken by demon magic, For whom her gong rings for, for whom that sound in the morning she would wake to serve, for the One she’d been loyal to----

“... Kill me.”

Red to her eyes to her hair down the slope of those loose waves, the crash of it on the floor. Her clothes: the cross of fabric over the other dirtied and ripped, the pattern of it torn and shredded, the rolled sash loose and its blue ribbon decorating the ground in its unraveled pathetic. Her chest: bound to her ribcage, her shoulders were wide, vestiges of lovely had been bound for years under bandages that etched into her flesh. From where she sat, immobile in her seething, she, too, a maiden.

So kill her.

She was already finished anyways.

“Lest I tear you to shreds; kill me.”

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things a new rp partner should know about me !

write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp.

✨ I’ve loved Elesis since those olden 2008 Grand Chase days, so she’s a character very near and dear to my heart. She’s got a lot of parts to her.

✨ Before I took my two-three year break from tumblr, I had been rping here for a while. I never shipped with anyone, so I want to look into relationships like that----romantic or otherwise.

✨ I prefer multi-paragraph style and a bit of light plotting. All of my threads, I tend to write a lot in response.

✨ Always feel free to send me asks! I really love them. I love spontaneous starters, I love asks, I love ask replies. Any contents, I really like it.

✨ I tend to come on mostly when I want to write. I’m still active! I mostly just hop on when I want to reply to IMs, read other peoples’ threads, or when I’m going to write. But I’m still active.

   TAGGED BY: @springhealer​    TAGGING: anyone who wants to do this.

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. ╱  “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” ╱ pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. ╱ “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” ╱ guilt that isn’t yours to have. ╱  it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. ╱ chains. ╱ “ how could you do this to me? ” ╱ the sharp sting of guilt. ╱ you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. ╱  the family you never had. ╱  falling backwards through time. ╱ quicksand. ╱ drowning, but you don’t save yourself. ╱ “ you’re getting better. ” ╱ “ they smile like a snake. ” ╱ you’re the stars and the sky. ╱ there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. ╱ they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. ╱ “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” ╱ you edge a bit too close to the sun. ╱  another ghost to take your place after every stumble. ╱ deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. ╱  rock candy melting in water. ╱ waves rise and leave the foam behind. ╱ the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. ╱ happiness is the best front a man can take. ╱ “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” ╱  you disagree; they’re more beautiful. ╱ discomfort at the tiniest of touches. ╱  the sky opens up when you see them. ╱ rain comes down. ╱ poppy fields. ╱ your sanity hanging by a thread. ╱ “oh god, what have you done? ” ╱ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. ╱ they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. ╱ you try to help, but it only got worse. ╱ now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. ╱ adam & eve in the garden. ╱ a temptress in crisp button-downs. ╱ “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ”╱ they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. ╱ the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. ╱ sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. ╱ yves saint laurent ╱ black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. ╱ crisp green apples piled up on the table. ╱ your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. ╱ what a pretty one, they say. ╱ you laugh without humor. ╱ a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. ╱ there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. ╱ the seat of power fits like a glove. ╱ heavy is the head that wears the crown. ╱ you share a space, but not a mind. ╱ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. ╱ “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” ╱ an empty bird’s nest. ╱ broken pencil tips. ╱ there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. ╱ “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” ╱ “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” ╱ corruption. ╱  there’s a red string tying you together. ╱ the scent of whiskey on the horizon. ╱ “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” ╱ pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. ╱ 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. ╱ you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. ╱ always walking on sunshine. ╱ there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. ╱ hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. ╱ you drift, but you know where you’re going. ╱ no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. ╱ the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. ╱ court hearings. ╱ “ I miss you. ” ╱ siblings are a funny thing. ╱ they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. ╱ blackbird screaming ╱ wake in nightmares ╱ are you an illusion?╱ I don’t feel real. ╱ who is in control?

TAGGED BY: @zhrets​  TAGGING: @foxcharmed / @heroeth / @quartlet / @icarise

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Callout for @icarise​

For being a sweet, genuine and loving friend.

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“Are you coming with me?” I’VE NEVER SEEN A WOMAN SO BEAUTIFUL I’LL WALK ON COALS BAREFOOT FOR YOU

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garuvusu‌:

HE DID NOT DESIRE TO POSSESS,    nay,  he desired to be possessed.  soul not quite ripped asunder though irreversibly changed,  patterned,  splattered across a thousand crystalline mountains.  he dreamed it to be so ever since he was a mere boy whose thumbs knew only wooden shapes and satin blankets.  the cold did not leave,  and now is hands are as pale as moonlight and snowdrops. 

❛  i have already died. ❜  skating his tongue along the jagged corners of each word,  teeth ripe for plucking though just as ripe for slicing through withered aether.  fingers pivot between shadow and light,  effortlessly spinning a welted knot of fractured beginnings and lonely endings.  lips quirk at the corners.  he can only offer his throat.    ❛  will you grant me a second death ?   will you decorate my tomb with flowers ?  ❜

“I think of you so pretty. Flowers cannot match the vigor of the filth of your possession. You want to stain my sword with your blackened blood,” she growled, her hand reaching up to the image of him, outstretched the inbetweens of her fingers to capture it in her possession. Like a sickly dog. Mangy. And undoubtedly diseased. He was a barren ground that begged the earth cracks amongst the rubble evermore. He pleaded with it. Every addition to that pattern of bracken vines across scorched earth let him sigh out louder and louder. The sound deafened her.

She was disgusted. And enthralled. And she could not help but smile. Rumbling. And toxic. Flammable fumes blazed in her eyes. One more battle. one more fight. Only slight of a few centimetres: her to him, a woman with only her last name.

           Miss Sieghart.

To his snow-scented lily was a “lotus” caught a’fire. She opened at midnight, her spindly petals the color of his blood that she colored her lips. A lily in the night. Lycoris from the tick-tock of the clock. She budded in the clear skies of the night, the tips of her red chandelier lit bright in the blizzard he wanted his ballroom. The cold he wanted his tomb. Burn from the inside. Matchstick petals; red-tinted opals; her jewelry shattered piece by piece and decorated the tips of his fingers with that blood-red sweetness. Colored so pretty. She thinks of him so beautiful, that she can’t help but smile. Like a crazy-person.

She loved so many people. So many. But none threatened her the way his face twists in the reflection of her sword against his neck. It was so funny to her. She liked it a lot. Really. She liked it. She liked it so much, that she could not think for a second her teeth not sunk into his throat. Or her hands under his jaw. When red flows out and drips into the ground, really, she could not tell the difference----the cape she wore on her shoulders and the color of him---did they both not want the same thing? For whose swords did they draw for?

“Who do you take me for? Your heart will be beating between these fingers.”

Her hand. His scarlet-colored lily with petals that smites the night, gorgeous red. His resting place. “Does that make you happy? Galvus.”

“Above else, I am a Knight. I ought to make mine, happy.”

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maidenheld‌:

“ i guess that’s a way you can look at it — you sure do know a lot of big words, don’t you ? ” a smile lacing her lips, her hands tie behind her. “ like a story book character ! ” sweet laughter sounds. 

“A storybook character...? Is that so? I assure you, I am nothing but,” she replied, scratching at her head a little. “I think you are, moreso. With those a basket on hand full of flowers and things, you are like The Cobbler’s Daughter.”