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almost home
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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
taylor price
Not today Justin
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@seraphfled
-- SERAPHFLED: A study in the boundary between mortal and immortal, the dreamer who never wakes, the crawling chaos, what lurks in the boundaries between worlds, judgement of the divine, who waits in the dark?
Invoked by Corviis, re-est 02/2023, rebooted 09/2023
[ CAARD ]
// Looks, looks again, but what if I revive all of his verses.... //
UNDER NEON LONELINESS
Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
You’re the mustache twirling bad guy who must marry the innocent girl for your scheme to succeed. After your wedding she presents you with her plan to expand your schemes. She’s much more devious and evil than you.
There is a creature walking amidst the earned calmness of the Source which people refuse to gaze upon. She wears a crown of fresh flowers, curled fittingly to golden horns that bear no chips or cracks. The facade that Reverence has chosen is befitting of her name, but one that people mistrust nonetheless. She bears no scales of an Au'ra, but the horns and the deep red of her eyes are unsettling regardless. The Lady of Haukke Manor had earned herself a bit of a reputation, though few spoke it to her face directly. Such was the way of the world.
Folded on the edge of his cot, the make of the mattress too lumpy for her tastes, Reverence waited. Waited, and watched, and mused at the pattern of breathing from the Old Magus; fixated on the thrum of his pulse in his throat. It was only when she cleared her throat and spoke that he stirred, and while he moved to conceal his hidden dagger, Reverence knew him well-enough to understand that it had been there. If he didn't have steel, he had magick. He was reliable like that.
"Your tale from two nights ago was a goose chase. I sent little birds to look into it before I committed my time. Did you think I would up and chase adventure like our dear friends so easily? I'm insulted."
Gaze dropped to the gilded polish of her nails -- sharper than a ninja's daggers and just as deadly. She inspected for nicks or dust, only pleased when there were none. A pout marked her lips, stained a deep plum as if from wine, before she returned her attentions to the disturbed Magus.
"Always hungry. Such is the bane of my ways. That you offer your aether so freely never fails to amuse, dear."
And yet, she didn't stir. Attention tracked his pulse once more, and the corners of her lips upturned only slightly. There was danger in the glittering crimson of her eyes -- but there always was.
"Having sweet dreams, I trust?"
@seraphfled // for q, from here.
"Shame, I'd hoped Blindfrost would offer up something of value." Yet the way in which the magus says it shows little care for the state of events, so utterly uninterested in the affairs of the world beyond the shut, still locked, door. Yet no surprise shows on sharp features, not even at the lack of surprise as blade is tossed aside. Lady of Haukke they call her in circles that think their words go unnoticed, seductress in the world of others and yet he knows her nature all the more intimately.
This dance is reliable, an order of events that exist in the pale routines that circle the natures of beings too old to care for the song and dance of beings that see not beyond their noses. Were it not dagger the noulith would answer his call like it has so often has before and yet none are so blatant to sit across his form clad in ornate finery but her. Their arrangement is an old but simple thing, a transaction that has no end as he watches lips dyed plum curl dangerously amused, the way crimson tracks the pulse of life beneath his skin.
The observant magus cannot help but tilt his head, make judgement of wieght and effort as he stands and slips arm beneath her form with a practiced ease, forcing the proximity despite the flowing fabric of the thirteenth that garbs her form. The fourteenth seat has never quite enjoyed her fangs beared atop the cot kept for the barest minimum of sleep, and yet he knows by her words that the twisting dreams of unending pleasure were by her design, a gift of partnership reserved for those that amuse her in all their varied means.
"Ah, but you should know better by now to immerse yourself within my mind, lest you wish to become the object of them once again." If she wishes for the dreams to be sweet, then far be it for him to deny her as hand presses against form given shape by endless hunger, carrying the creature that hides within mortal form towards his desk, to the comfortable chair that awaits. The office is scarcely filled, a hint of old work remaining as he settles with temptation given form atop his lap.
"Discarding, of course, the possibilty that that was which you intended, Reverence."
you can't get rid of me that easily. - reverence for q
-> Forced Proximity
THE ANCIENT STIRS FROM HIS SLUMBER, weary eyed as the world arround him turns and toils in the wake of calamities untold that unfurl and unfurl in the midst of things that many have failed to know. Yet the Xaela cares little for the world, for the way beings exist and go about their day unknowing of that which slumbers in depths they care not to see. Q is calm, as calmness is all that remains to the one who wanderers the world in search of that which was and will be once more.
Yet as the cold blue falls upon her, upon the facade that crumbles beneath his gaze. He sees beneath the ornate fanciness, sees the aether that curls and flows in the places where other refuse to look. The magicks are strong, not to be underestimated and yet he knows what hides under that admittedly beautiful facade. The voidsent stares with the facade of beauty and he stares back in return before sighing and climbing from the linen, pushing feminine form back against the bed.
"Hungry presumably?" His voice is gruff, fitting for a being woken from the wisps of slumber even as as a hand reaches to undo the hastily grabbed robe worn to sleep, to hide the dagger laiden beneath as he watches ever amused at the being that curls in discontent at being so easily moved aside. "Very well then, come and eat if you must." There is no disgust in his voice, truly it is hard to feel disgust at such a base, almost primal need to survive as collar and flesh is exposed. "A boon for a boon."
The magus so willingly provides that which is necessary in return for that which is owed, that is how it has always been since she took up residence, and will likely always been until the sands of time cease their flow.
PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE * assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary
who said i agreed to any of this?
i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.
oh no. don't tell me it's locked.
i was hired to protect you. that's my job.
i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.
i don't want to be stuck here with you.
i'll work with anyone but you.
i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.
they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.
how long do you think we'll be stuck here?
is that the only tent we have?
i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.
it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.
you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.
you can't get rid of me that easily.
i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.
don't get any ideas.
i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.
until you came along, i had this under control.
if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.
why did they sit me next to you?
i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.
out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.
guess you're just gonna have to get over it.
i thought you were worse than this.
i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.
well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.
i told them i don't need a bodyguard.
i never wanted to spend this much time with you.
all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.
you're not as bad as i thought you were.
we might as well try to get along.
i guess i should learn a little bit about you.
i think that means we're the only ones left.
there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.
you again? i've seen enough of you already.
i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?
they're counting on us to save them.
since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.
i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.
honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.
there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.
fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.
as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.
i think we're snowed in for a while.
you could always sleep on this side of the bed.
we have to at least pretend we like each other.
the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.
i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.
you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.
you don't have a say in the matter.
looks like we're stuck here.
just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.
i'm not sharing a tent with you.
i need you to stay out of my way.
could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?
FINAL FANTASY XIV EVERCOLD (2027)
PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE * assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary
who said i agreed to any of this?
i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.
oh no. don't tell me it's locked.
i was hired to protect you. that's my job.
i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.
i don't want to be stuck here with you.
i'll work with anyone but you.
i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.
they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.
how long do you think we'll be stuck here?
is that the only tent we have?
i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.
it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.
you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.
you can't get rid of me that easily.
i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.
don't get any ideas.
i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.
until you came along, i had this under control.
if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.
why did they sit me next to you?
i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.
out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.
guess you're just gonna have to get over it.
i thought you were worse than this.
i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.
well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.
i told them i don't need a bodyguard.
i never wanted to spend this much time with you.
all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.
you're not as bad as i thought you were.
we might as well try to get along.
i guess i should learn a little bit about you.
i think that means we're the only ones left.
there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.
you again? i've seen enough of you already.
i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?
they're counting on us to save them.
since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.
i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.
honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.
there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.
fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.
as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.
i think we're snowed in for a while.
you could always sleep on this side of the bed.
we have to at least pretend we like each other.
the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.
i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.
you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.
you don't have a say in the matter.
looks like we're stuck here.
just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.
i'm not sharing a tent with you.
i need you to stay out of my way.
could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?
Buddy & Darling in Baby & Driver
“If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.”
— The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
Contracts Sealed.
Felicia ( @insinkingcities ) & Ol Faceless - cont. from HERE
HOW SO VERY AMUSING, that the being before him, crowned by platinum and clad in onyx silk believes them to be on equal ground, and yet to so willing take up the contract so utterly unknowingly is in of itself deserving of a reward according to the norms of the society that he himself has so aptly found himself resident within. The chaos that permeates this form remembers not the name of the face that willingly gave itself to the void as penance for it's sins, and yet that simply will not do. No, perhaps it has long become time to steal the identity oof another like he has so many precious times before.
He watches his other patrons, watches how they tilt their heads in hope of receiving a boon and yet the hint of steel by his side is enough to hsve them all quivering in fear, hopeful that another will take his ire in their place. Yet tonight they owe their mercy to another as his gaze turns back to the woman demanding of his attention. "I know more than just a name, Ashley Moon, Elodie Gros... If I didn't know otherwise I'd accuse you of trying to usurp my throne." The other bartenders continue about their business, serving those that walk in after and yet none seem willing to approach the bar, to approach the stage she has so easily stumbled upon.
"This face has no name, he hadn't had an identity in quite some time, as for mine... Hmm... that Strange fellow calls me the Stalker amongst the stars. A preposturous title, after all there are far worse things than me waiting out there in the dark." Gloved digits reach to rub a shadow of a beard that hadn't been there before and yet it feels almost apt for the woman before him, as if the tendrils that snaked through this establishment have tailored his appearance to her tastes, and yet to all the rest he continues as a mass of tendrils and little more, blank empty features that reflect all the horrors they hope stay locked away in boxes they hope to ignore.
"Choose one for me, in return for the drink. Contracts require two signatories after all." Audacious is the hand that that reaches forward to take the glass half full, downing the too sweet for his tastes drink, smoothed only by the taste of raven lipstick, AND YET, the glass remains before her on the counter, as full as she left it, as if awaiting her agreement. It is untouched, save for a ring of frost that permeates the rim, keeping it cold despite the lack of coldness in the air any longer.
AS A REMINDER: This blog was, and still is, wholly wrapped in darker themes, they will, of course, be tagged however they are common AND frequent.
An amusing thought pulled from the notebook of thoughts that has been wracking up for... 2 years is Names. He's had so many over so many years that even he can't keep track of them. To the patrons of his Sanctum, he's nothing more than boss, names have power to them after all, and none are quite willing to pay the cost of his.
To the world of information brokers and intermediaries that like to call upon him for favours, he's nothing more than Astraeus, or the Crawling Chaos if they're feeling particularly downtrodden about owing him a favour in return for their tools of the trade.
Some who have been... lucky enough to learn his real name know never to use it, and never to abbreviate it in earshot unless they want to find themselves on the receiving end of the owner's almost pinpoint accuracy.
Only one has ever taken to calling him by the assumed identity, but she's dangerous enough that he isn't concerned in the slightest about her using it. Good luck finding her on a good day he likes to remark, when people come wondering where Covva disappears to at the end of business hours.
“ Maybe I’m foolish, Maybe I’m blind… “
Indie, Priv and Selective FANDOMLESS INFORMATION BROKER, Original Character adored by Corviis [Carrd]
“ Thinking I can see through this and see what’s behind “
