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@spacefell
* EVENT CALL. / for. @sanpatron.
idly humming while perking up petals to a bloom as the soft ring of a wind chime swings against the morning breeze. she turned to the door and beamed at the newcomer. ❝ oh , good morning ! if you’re looking for the bakery , it’s the other entrance but if you’re here for a arrangement pick up you can stay put and i’ll hop on it . ❞
timelordtm.
she felt awfully familiar. or perhaps it was the costume, similar to the one he’s seen his lil brother going around as of late, wondering if it was some kind of new fashion trend he wasn’t aware of. kids these days, always trying to find the weirdest things to turn into trends… even if pajamas never sounded like a bad idea, now that he thought about it. “ you’re… dave’s friend, right? ” the doubt kind of lingered in his tongue. something felt wrong. probably it was still that morning’s coffee. “ he went getting hot pockets and cheetos because apparently his daily fuel has come to an end earlier than expected, but he’s gonna be back soon. waiting outside ain’t the best thing so come in. ”
event starter for @spacefell
her nose slightly scrunched as if her instincts felt something that her memory couldn’t pick up. overwhelming sense of familiarity was there but god, most of the striders look insanely similar from the pale complexions to the choice of sunglasses all the way down to their names. ❝ yep, i’m jade --- you must be david, right ? dave kept me away from your house for no reason really, something about it being too much for me ? whatever it is, i doubt its that bad -- hehe ! ❞ she smiled and bubbled up in a short fit of giggles. before taking a step into the strider’s household. ❝ geez , really ?! i told him i was going to take in 3 minutes to get here and he runs off--- if he doesn't get me a hot pocket all this waiting isn’t going to be worth it . well . . . if you say so, don’t mind if i do. ❞
EVENT CALL. capping this at 5 ! here’s my event note. excluding castmates & friends.
Your name is JADE HARLEY , you have just woken from a restful nap, and as usual, you feel like you FORGOT something. But, what ever could it be ? After all, you have quite a number of INTERESTS and ODD ACTIVITIES . So much in fact, you have pair of FAKE DOG EARS as a quirky accessory to accompany your GREAT ADORATION for BIG FLUFFY DOGS . Nevertheless, when you spend time at your lovely little florist occupation the only thing on your mind is your deep passion for HORTICULTURE .
As far as you can remember, you’ve lived in this CITY OF SPIRALS all your life with your awesomely cool GRANDPA and your big dork of a BROTHER who’s obsession with NIC CAGE is mildly concerning. Oh ! Silly, you never even said his name, well as mentioned , his name is JOHN , you’ve also had a DOG named BEC , but recently you don’t know where in the city he could possibly be . As you were growing up you and your brother frequently found yourself with ROSE and DAVE who ended up being the BEST FRIENDS you could ask for and nothing could ever tear you guys apart .
What will you do?
> Jade: Say Hi.
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timelordtm:
“ turbo-harley making its great return, well if ain’t that a christmas miracle, move away ritchie rich, we’ve got some business here. ” of course it was a way of his to hide any form of second hand embarrassment given by the fact jade was seeing him in his slacks and tanktop and he hadn’t even thought of giving himself a fix ━but he didn’t even know she was visiting so he guessed he was safe, right? “ i mean i’ve never… really celebrated christmas and you can’t call shaping a mass of weapon into a three and throwing some ikea candles on it a tree ━according to rose my preteen obsession with it was given by the too many marathons of that one christmas movie with woopi goldberg which let me tell you, it’s a great movie, ten out of ten would still watch that━, and birthdays are a social construct, which totally sounds like the shitty excuse it’s suppose to be. ” cue a sigh. “ sorry. didn’t mean to miss your birthday. ”
❝ pfft what’s next hurricane jade ! ? ! aw gee --- did you know you forgot your shades ? because you're failing at hiding that a little speck of embarrassment there, pal . ❞ she muffles a chuckle into the heart of her palm as he awkwardly shuffled side to side. maybe she jumped the gun this time on her holiday rush to pester a scruffy strider ❝ honestly, that seems like the exact meaning of the holidays in a literal form, i mean i once celebrated christmas with my dave and it was a mess of alchemized crap thrown about in the room and shitty mspaint trees it was pretty fun now that i think back on it... we were 13 or 14 years old; super young, heh --- oh my god, woopi goldberg is an absolute legend and his theatrics in call me claus is something that nic cage can’t top off ! and don’t tell john i said that please... also birthdays are a lot more than just that, dave ! ! you say that because you didnt have a cool radioactive dog guardian who could bake you a cake--- but you know i can make you that cake to fill that void in your life . ❞ she lightly pushes on his shoulder --- then a soft giggle trailed off. ❝ don’t stress about it there’s always next year, mr. david strider . ❞
Ask your siblings to wear matching (aspect) hoodies, and there u go!
timelordtm.
there’s a slump in his voice an an ever bigger slump in the way he dragged himself at the door at the pounding of entrance door and constant bell ringing ━unsure how the place was still holding together, spirale shenanigans he guessed━, the sensitive albino eyes in a squint as there was too much light the moment he turned the handle and he wasn’t sure if it was the goddamn sun or harley’s smile. “ jade, ah━━you could have called. what is it? ”
@spacefell ♥
❝ it’s too important just to call ! ---- wait why are you still sleepy and stuff ? ❞ she takes a look at him and abruptly gasps as she shoves about three to four boxes into his arms. ❝ huh... don’t tell me you forgot what month it is now ? DAVVEEEEEEE ....... c’mon you’ve been gone for so long y’know ! ! lets see, you missed your birthday, my birthday, rose’s birthday--- you even missed christmas --- and i know how much you lovely striders LOVE christmas ! ! ❞
invitedeath.
no chill could unsettle him from his burning resolve; no prickling winds of winter promising to do its near best to freeze him from the outside in could deter him into adopting anything other than the clothes he wore upon his back. he changed in his own time; forging only the monochrome straps and wind-billowed cape when it suited him, never bending to the whims of weather and certainly not to the suggestions of mere strangers. he did not feel the cold, not as one would expect, perhaps it was indeed due to how how his blood boiled, a rage eternally roasting him internally, or perhaps he was merely used to it. a form such as his, well it was only a wonder.
still, the point of the matter was that he did not expect anyone to even care, since caring himself was beyond comprehensible. so when he was approached and green eyes slid from the horizon to the young girl’s face, surprise although in its infancy still drew him from his thought and actually saw him engage in conversation, as opposed to merely walking away in silence. you know, the usual breath of response he offered.
“ you can keep it. “ lacking anger, or even elation, sephiroth’s tone was always some deep, flat line of sound, low enough to tremble the earth should he raise it, but there and then he was calm. things were improving, after all. there were few reasons to make a fuss. but he was not in the business of sharing kindness, nor even to make a friend or two. in fact, it was only in his own strange, abstract sense of humour that he continued to talk, finding amusement in it as odd as it was. “ leather is capable of withstanding winter, for far longer than your cups of coffee. “ he glanced over her visage. seemingly nothing of relevance or difference to the rest of the flecks of humanity scattered there. but appearances were nearly always misleading.
“ to think, this world would last long enough to endure both summer and now winter. an interesting thing to consider. “
laced with a lining of astonishment , her snow white ears flick upwards at his tone the lack of empathy or was it more aloof ? regardless, she paid hardly any mind as her keen senses noticed the tinges of flummox that waved over his face. the witch took it as her cue to equally share her own crude jokes into the playing field.
❝ if you say so, i’ll just be enjoying my nicely heated caffeinated drink while your leather attire slowly becomes near gelid due to the molecules of a liquid get so cold that they slow down enough to hook onto each other, forming a solid crystallized version of it -- in which most people call ice ! i guess in your case the liquid would be due to the natural perspiration that the human body secretes in order to keep your organs in top shape oh and leather is made to accelerate perspiration due to its smooth texture being similar to that of skin !! the color black does help absorb more heat from the sun but it also hold in the cold equally as well--- as you can see it’s late and the sun is already gone--- so i insist. ❞ the witch lets off a giggle as she pulls up the coffee cup to her lips for a sip and still hold up the other cup to him.
❝ it’s a well-made artificial space if you ask me ! and i can guarantee you that on my title of godhood. if it can handle my kind of teleportation then props to it’s weaver, it’s probably within my level of quantium and spatial manipulation. i can go into more detail to get rid of that curiosity bug, but you have to take a sip at the very least !! ❞
rb if you’re a part of the i survived dying club but not really i actually died and yet here i am
multiversatile.
CHARMING IN HER WAY ! The space weaver was a companion of those who dwelled in clockwork. There was certain synergy between them, like and unlike forces operating beside one another. Not to mention she was quite fond of the witch although her cheery exterior might lead other people to believe otherwise. With an exhale, she grins at the younger girl unfazed by her keen sense of smell.
❛ I’m afraid that’s part of the job description, dear. ❜ The multiverse had its own plans and she a willing handmaiden to its whims. Although, at times it was unclear where the true control lay. When sure hands could pierce the skin of reality so readily. Who was to say where or what she would be next ? ❛ Funny you would mention, David. He recently started working for me. I never knew he was such an accomplished pianist. ❜ O’ but she had, yet the foresight was not enough to curb her amusement.
coloring her with specks of bashfulness , aware she couldn’t exactly blame elizabeth for her disappearances since the woman respected the lines of the time . . . very much unlike the girl who was made to bend & break space to her will and to rebel against it’s logic.
❝ i know but it sucks, time shenanigans never usually end well and i get super worried... for you, dave, and now john too with his new windy thing. ❞ a smile fell to a frown & her ears followed as she briefly recollected the broken shards of past timelines within her mind. oh ! ----- but just for the slip of time as her expression twisted into a look of curiosity and interest. the witch tapped the side of her cheek in thought. ❝ oh ? really now ? thats nice !! dave was always into music--- not sure when he learned the piano though--- since, i think my ecto-sib was more of the pianist of the group but then again the timelines never are the same. ❞
i keep running around trying to find the ground, but my head is in the stars and my feet are in the sky!
Plant/Flower Symbolism Asks (Part I)
Based on the list on this wiki page
Acacia - When your muse develops an attraction to someone, do they pursue them or tend to bury and hide their feelings?
Acanthus - Is your muse artistically inclined? What sort of mediums do they prefer to work in?
Aconite - What are your muses thoughts on their own species in general? Do they believe in inherent goodness of them? Generally self-serving? Etc?
Agrimony - What events/people in your muse’s life are they most thankful for?
Aloe - Does your muse miss someone that they’ve lost, whether through death or a different loss of their relationship?
Almond - How seriously does your muse take their promises? How inclined are they to make them?
Amaranth - If offered immortality, would your muse take it? For what reasons would or wouldn’t they, and under what conditions would it take to change whatever their answer is?
Amaryllis - How proud is your muse, and what do they think of others with the same level of pride as theirs?
Ambrosia - Has your muse ever had someone they considered their true love, whether in their current relationship or a past one?
Anemone - What was the worst rejection that your muse has experienced?
Angrec - Describe a royalty au with your muse. What position would your muse be in? How would they feel about their station?
Anthurium - Was your muse’s childhood characterized by abundance or scarcity (in needs, affection, friends, etc)? How does it play into your muse’s present behavior?
Apple Blossom - Apples or oranges? Pineapple pizza or no? Pronounced gif or gif? What sort of silly preferences does your muse feel the strongest about?
Arborvitae - Does your muse have a friend that they’d stay beside to the gritty end for, and their friend for them? Did they ever have one that they thought they would but in the end they didn’t?
Arbutus - How does your muse feel about polyamory for their own relationships? For others?
Arum - Has your muse ever been religious? Are they now? Can they be swayed into a faith?
Asphodel - Does your muse have regrets that they wish they can fix, but never can?
Aster - How quick is your muse to trust in a relationship? What conditions have to be satisfied in order for them to trust their partner? What is the quickest way to break that trust?
Azalea - Does your muse take care of others, voluntarily or not? Do they enjoy it? Do they resent it?
Baby’s Breath - Do they pick up on sexual innuendos easily? What is their reaction to them? How often do they make innuendos themself?
Bachelor Button - How does your muse feel about sex before marriage in their own relationships? And do they judge others based on their choices?
Balm - How easily does your muse socialize with others? How good are they at their social interactions?
Balsam - When your muse falls in love, how hard do they fall? Do they outwardly express their passion?
Balsamine - What is their level of patience, and how hard does one have to push to make your muse snap?
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multiversatile:
⁎⋆.✳ @spacefell !
WE ARE BUT ORBITING PLANETS ! A gravitational pull that kept both women perfectly aligned with one another. The time was midday and the restaurant slowed to a stagnant lull between dining hours. Outside of the luxury establishment in the winter chill she stands. The biting cold hardly a deterrent from the promise of smoke so readily filling her lungs. As she exhales the witch makes her grand appearance. Difficult to miss, clad in deep ebony with snow white ears nestled in herequally dark hair.
❛ Sweet of you to pay me a visit, Miss Harley. ❜ Ruby lips curl into a knowing smile. She had her suspicious as to how the young god had found her way here but she was not so rude to assume, or rather to peek too far into the affairs of others. ❛ How did you know I was back ? ❜
of stardust and broken clockwork , like the hands of a celestial grandfather clock that never passes it’s mark. the witch found herself staring at a midnight locks, immersed the familiarity of expensive perfume and cigarettes paired with a honey-drowned tone. heel-to-toe she sprung into a skip frantically waving with the tips of her fingers to match the pacing of her breath.
❝ i sniffed you out to be exact. sorry if that sounds weird but--- to be fair, ❞ a smile to pair another’s smile. ❝ i’ve came around here once or twice but you keep disappearing into dimensional planes more than i do, liz--- and on another note, the only person who smokes more than someone we know--- is probably you. ❞
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yeahgen.
‘Yagen sounds like less of a mouthful.’
And it’s familiar, even if the voice calling his name has a higher pitch and lilt than most of the swords back in the citadel. He folds his hands on top of the desk, leather sliding seamlessly into place as he clicks into his new role as health consultant once again.
If she’s secretly laughing at him, he doesn’t mind. Wasn’t that supposed to be good for health, too?
‘It’s nice to formally meet you, Jade.’
‘I’m learning a bit more about you than our first encounter.’ Cold, wet, dark. He hadn’t even caught the color of her eyes then, but here they were listed neatly in a line on her file.
‘But of course I’d like to know more. What’s troubling you most at the moment? And what would you like us to tackle first?’
❝ if you say so ! your name sounds really cool, honestly. but yeah nice to meet you too, formally ! ❞ mentally taking note of his preference, she looks down to his desk then back up. it was kind of odd seeing the other in a workplace such as a clinic but yet rather fitting to the image he’s held up until now.
the witch pauses. unsure of how to form the words to make it sound normal but was there anything really normal about her, not even her well-being to an extent. ❝ troubles, well, i have a lot of those, but i’ll save that for another time. ❞ the stargirl's smile softens, no longer as bright but it was an attempt. ❝ i do have dog like tendencies but i can assure you 98.1% of my body is constructed like a normal human being, although it was apparently through ectobiology shenanigans, its kinda of a realm thing so its nothing to worry about... i think ! i have, however, did spend many years--- er, well my whole life away from proper civilization and exposed to a lot radiation but i used to be immortal so it was fine--- oh ! i’ve also never really been to a doctor’s office before but i’m pretty sure i’m mostly fine. yeah, if something was terribly wrong with me then usually i’d died and resurrected just fine with no major concerns. my body is pretty much still flesh and blood so cut me and i’ll bleed. you get it right? what exactly does the file say about me anyways ? if you don’t mind me asking... ❞
