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Muses to be added:

Madam Bo

Bi-Han

Jin Kazama

[sparkingpraelia]

Funny how the ones I have the strongest muse for rn are the seniors, I might just feature them when I finish updating this blog uawheuaw!!!

[panicawa]

Something soft because why not

[eurodynamic]

VICTOR CHEVALIER Tekken 8 (2024)

[distantsonata]

[castlewyvern]

はんくり/hungry_clicker@click_burgundy

[tekkenation]

[lloronala]

@sparkingpraelia​ said:  ‘  i’ve  never  heard  such  sweet  music  before.  ’ - Sindel TAT <3

❁ ❁  Try to go to the plaza, at least maybe…for her.

Music truly brought a lot of unwanted memories to her; her scars have healed at this point, but they were also still rather vulnerable. There was simply so much that felt unresolved, that any song could make her recall the worst parts of it. For someone that claimed themselves to be as hard as stone, her mind was like waves crashing constantly.

But once in a while, old habits kicked in, & without her noticing, she would hum to herself—in which would become a song itself.

Perhaps this was her way of coping it, her way of trying to understand the emotions that were left inside of her, untamed. She desperately tried to push them back all inside, swallow them whole & never think of them. & yet, here she was, being the fool she was & singing when no one was around her.

Or so she thought.

She jumped when she heard a voice come from behind, & immediately putting a halt to it, she kept her mouth shut. How long…was she there for? Did she listen to everything? Had she made herself a laughing stock? Nothing but kindness greeted her, however, leaving her even more speechless than ever. It had been so long since anyone had heard her sing, including herself. Could it be that she was putting this nicely? No…she wasn’t someone to be that way.

Eventually, she watched her approach her first, all the while frozen in her place. But the other had this talent of allowing her to loosen up a little, & allow her to feel the warmth through her bones. A feeling so familiar that it almost felt as though the pain could also melt away.

“  Not as sweet as you, mi vida,  ” she answered with a soft laughter, hands kept to herself. “  It’s nothing special, though. I don’t do this…often, let alone do this in front of anyone. Pero, I’m glad that you at least enjoyed it while it lasted.  ” Leaving a pause afterwards, she tried to shift the conversation into a different topic.

“  Well, I think I’m done for the day,  ” she added, while tugging on her hand. “  ¿Why don’t we go home? I think I’m a little tired.  ”

[sparkingpraelia]

☆ Imelda ☆

❁ ❁  “  You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to….but I want to let you know you could.  ” A pause made afterwards, she quietly watched the other, giving her all the space she could to her. “  I….can leave right now, if you want me to.  ”

@sparkingpraelia​  ||  starter call

   A SHADOW OF HER FORMER SELF, it had taken the lost soul quite some time in accepting the fate to which she had dug for herself. A SELFISH MEANS OF ESCAPE... that would instead lead her here, to a realm unheard of even by her. And in her initial panic however, the sight of its curious habitants had lead the frightened Edenian to believe that this was indeed the NETHERREALM... where her soul so rightfully belonged. Before learning that it was nothing like it. Instead, this realm-- this afterlife would prove itself to be a BLESSED SANCTUARY that the Queen should have never have deserved entrance to.

   When she would eventually learn that no harm would come to her here (After much assurance, as they would nervously request for her SERPENTINE TRESSES to settle down as well), so would her bafflement only grow from there. “Imelda.” And eventually, one of its long-time dwellers would so choose to aid her in any manner that she possibly could. Possessing a genuine sort of kindness that she had believed to be long lost to the winds themselves. It would stun this one, if not leave her uncertain. For why was this so? Why would a COWARD such as her be allowed such... peace? “... please.” Quietly would she beckon to the other then to join her on the balcony, before she had the chance to leave then. Exhaling deeply then, as she would look back out to the rest of the city itself. Unable to even enjoy the beautiful sight before her, when there were far too many thoughts that would burden her mind, at that very moment, “... I was... just thinking about someone, back at home.”

[gamingladies]

This sword, it is weeping. It does not want to be turned into a blade of hatred.

[sparkingpraelia]

☆ Father ☆

      HE COULD ALWAYS READ THE SUBTLTIES in her expressions. She may not have been the most open book, but years of traveling along side the girl he would come to view as his own daughter had taught him a few things. Holding the box at his eye level, he observed the way it was boxed up and wrapped with a perfect ribbon, a sign of a quality spice.  “I nearly had to fight a man for this. I told him I would have a very disappointed young lady at home if I left without it.” He was teasing, of course, and he knew she would see right through it.

     Handing the parcel over to Amy who would no doubt want to have some in the afternoon, he then reached into his bag and rummaged around a bit.  “As a matter of fact,” he said, over-exaggerating how difficult his search through the bag was, “I do.” He produced another box, this one small and ornate, roughly the size of her palm and three inches thick. Gold etchings stood out against the deep red of the box.  “I need some assistance with opening that, I think it is something smaller hands are better suited for.” He waited, barely able to conceal the smile on his face as he held it out to her. Inside the box was a small metal and glass rose he had commissioned from an artisan. He hadn’t forgotten that it was the anniversary of the day they first met.

   IT WAS JUST LIKE HIM TO TEASE HER, but only due to his beliefs in coaxing just a little more out of her than he was already able to. As the slightest pout formed upon her very lips, the redhead would offer nothing more than a slow shake of her head over the man’s antics. Withholding back the urge to fling a well deserved “Dummy.” down his way, upon being lectured numerous times of how UNLADYLIKE it would have been of her. And the thing was-- she would feel it. A slight tingling sensation upon her very lips, at that moment. That absolutely rare temptation to... smile. 

   A BLANK STARE was all that she would offer Raphael, at that moment, as she watched him search just a little too ostentatiously within the confines of his bag. Eventually revealing unto her-- a little box. And one so intricately crafted, that not even the most dexterous of fingers would have been enough in melding it into its final shape. As she would offer the man one last look, almost cautiously then, would she reach out to it. Taking considerable care in handling it, as a single thumb would gently press it open... The hushed little noise escaping past parted lips themselves, as she was greeted with an EVERLASTING ROSE.

   “Raphael... I...” There was no denying its beauty, its craftsmanship... But being spoiled like this would still take some time getting use to.  For while her days as a street urchin were long gone, so were there times like these... that it all seemed unreal. A dream that was too good to be true-- especially for one who had once held nothing but BITTERNESS and SPITE in her heart. Picking up the glass rose then, Amy would offer it the gentlest little twirl between satin fingertips. Watching as it glistened ever so softly behind the sunlight itself, “... it’s... beautiful.”

[lloronala]

@sparkingpraelia​ said:  🍺<W<  ||  accepting

❁ ❁  “  I wanna braid your hair, you should let me. I’m verryyyy good at braiding, just look at my braids.  ” Leaning in closer to her side, she smiled clumsily at her, & was unable to sit up properly. It was meant to be light at first, just to loosen up the tension a little, but she may have consumed a little too much for comfort. Snuggling close to her side, she fluttered her eyes at her, before letting out a rather relieved sigh. “  I don’t understand how women can be soooo pretty—it just makes it harder for me to not kiss them. Like you.  ” Tilting her head to one side, she laughed softly. “  I definitely would want to kiss you—¿who wouldn’t? Pero I guess it’s silly for an esqueleto to kiss a living person—even if they’re not entirely alive. I mean, ¿who does that anyway?  ”

[sunsetquotes]

This is not goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. but most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.

Nicholas Sparks (via sunsetquotes)

[amepcrdue]

The 22nd of October. In his mind it was the most important day of the year. His life was changed irrevocably on that day many years ago, when he met her. When she saved his life. Sometimes he wondered if it had mattered as much to her as it had to him; he was hardly the sentimental type before then, but something in him had changed that day. He never cared for someone before, cared about them, worried over them. He never loved someone before. But Amy, she had become like a daughter to a man who was thrown away by the family he didn’t even care for.

She was all he had. Even with the job with Lord Dumas, the shelter, even some semblance of comradery and friendship among the others at the manor. Amy, in the end, was the only thing that truly mattered to him. All others were simply a means to keep her safe and provided for. Perhaps the pseudo noblewoman life she was living now wasn’t suited for her. She often seemed bored or disinterested with her studies, instead wishing for him to mentor her more in the ways of the sword than to learn history, or music, or how to be a noble lady.

But today, today was her day, and he had something special he had to pick up. There had been a curio that had caught her eyes among their travels, a pendant of dark metal, a skull carved into the center of it. He had sketched it and and committed the town he had recalled seeing it in, vowing that when he could afford to, he would get it for her. He managed to find the artisan after sending inquiries about and had sent a courier to pick it up for him. He had met the man in the town market who had presented the two pendants to him. There was only one more thing he needed. A seamstress he had commissioned in town had finished a French Hood for her. An entire headpiece just for his precious Amy. 

He couldn’t wait to get home and give it to her.

@sparkingpraelia​ 

[sparkingpraelia]

☆ Hm ☆

❁ ❁  “  I may or may not believe in it—espíritus malvados y fantasmas.  ” She quietly passed through the cemetery with the other, hands dug deeply into her pockets. Fall had approached the area, & people were slowly becoming occupied over setting up traditions. She would have to help out too at some point, but it was a little too early for her to set up everything. October hadn’t even come, & yet, the rest of her community was treating it like October was nearly over.

Weaving through one tombstone after another, she saw marigold petals spread out on the ground & made sure not to step on them. “  Well….I’m a little more open minded now because of you, pero not by much. I grew up with stories that revolved around spirits, & how our ancestors come every Día de Muertos to see how our familia is doing. It’s a very comforting thought to have….but I always wonder if it’s a sin to have doubt about it.  ” Shrugging, she glanced at the other as if she was looking for her approval. “  I’m sure you’ve seen much more than me, though, which leads me to believe you know the answer to all of this.  ”

   MY, MY, MY... wasn’t this a curious little sight to behold? Daresay it was... oh, what’s the word? Cute? Precious? Heartening. To see these mortals so eagerly prepare for their offerings to their loved ones. And while Morrigan was not necessarily one for cemeteries (A little too dull for her tastes, truth be told), a part of her was glad that she had made tonight that one little exception. The mortal beside her held a surprisingly SHARP EYE, one that would both intrigue and amuse her. “Hm? Haven’t decided yet, have you~?” She would lightly tease, as they strolled side by side. An incredibly brief glance, shot over her shoulder-- at the one FAMILY OF SPIRITS that had taken notice of her then.

   “I’m glad that I could be of some help, sweetie.” And with that remark, so would Morrigan offer a tiny little wave over her shoulder. A playful smirk upon her lips, as she took in their wide-eyed gazes at the realisation that she herself could see them. “Oh?” It was such an innocent question, one that would lightly tickle the succubus in just the right places. As a soft chuckle would escape past painted lips themselves. She wasn’t one to judge, but ooohhh, what an adorable little mortal she was! “Oh, I have... and that is what I LOVE about your world. Even after all these centuries, there is still so much that I have yet to see. And, I hope it will remain as such~” The green haired woman would gracefully lift her hand to caress the other’s cheek then, as she leaned in close, “But, that-- wasn’t what you had meant, was it~? ... Perhaps I could show you... if you so wish it.”

[sparkingpraelia]

☆ Imelda ☆

❁ ❁  “  Make sure you pick the right one,  ” she advised her as she picked her own. It was apparently her first time apple picking (not that you need much experience for it). The apples in which they were picking now were going to contribute to a dish later today, in which the other had also agreed to become a taste tester. As she swiftly checked from one apple to another, she would occasionally glance at her to make sure she was doing fine. But when she turned around, she wasn’t there.

Where is she?

Before she could place her basket down & search for her, she noticed a figure from a far distance. The figure seemed to resemble the woman she was about to look for, & it seemed like she had not one basket—but several in her hands, all filled with apples. Eyes widened as she approached her, & putting everything down on the ground, she was briefly left speechless.

“  Where—¿how?  ” Were these apples even meant to be taken? A quick glance down to analyze them, she noticed most of them were in fairly good shape as well. Her hand placed around her forehead, she let out a helpless sigh. “  You chose well, pero….we don’t need this many. ¿Are these even for sale?  ”

   WITH A CHIPPER LITTLE “ALRIGHTY!”, so would the DARKSTALKER spring forth to carry out the task at hand. Finding herself however ALL TOO GLEEFULLY hopping into a few leaf piles whilst she did, before abruptly pausing-- sniffing-- and then scaling swiftly up a particular tree of her choosing with the basket in her mouth. Easily picking out a few NICE, JUICY-LOOKING APPLES, that she would then check back with Imelda on. And upon receiving the other’s approval, so then would she move onto the next tree. 

   While it certainly had been tempting to continue playing in the once neatly gathered piles of leaves (Aw c’mon, she would clean tidy them back up, later on!), Felicia knew that she needed to focus. Having after all been TRUSTED by the human in not only aiding her to gather such a pretty dang important ingredient-- but to actually TASTE TEST the FINAL DISH itself! She would be reminded of the days when she would skip jubilantly alongside SISTER ROSE herself, eager to help out in any way that she could. Especially after all that she had done for the little creature, when no one else in the world would have dared to take her in-- if even spared her a glance. And as she looked back to Imelda every now and then, the bluenette certainly couldn’t help but smile softly at those FOND MEMORIES.

   Before she knew it, however, Felicia miiiiight have OVERDONE THINGS a little. Having picked far more apples than she had been told to. As she held them out for her rather stunned companion to see. Merely mewing out a victorious “YAY!” when pertaining to the quality apples that she had indeed still managed to pick out.

   “Of course they are, sillyyyyy~” The cat woman would giggle then, more amused by anything by the other’s reaction. “I have a reeaaaal good feeling about this dish of yours. And figured we might need juuust a little more for when you need to make more of it for the others!”

[sparkingpraelia]

☆ Father ☆

⚔ @sparkingpraelia​​ has crossed paths with 𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 ⚔

       ❝ amy! ❞ he called out as he entered the massive foyer of the manor. he had been down to the market grabbing some items at the behest of lord dumas and happened upon the spanish merchant who peddled imports from the new world. he brought a few items in as the other servants helped unload the larger items from the carriage to bring inside.  ❝ amy, come quickly now, the merchant was back and i managed to get his last parcel of cocoa. ❞

   HER FATHER SOUNDED MORE EXCITED than he normally tended to be, upon announcing his arrival to her and the entire household. And so, it was with a slight raise of her brow, did Amy begin to curiously make her way towards the foyer itself. Lightly running a bared palm across the top of the railing itself, as her feet flit swiftly down the stairs themselves. And upon being welcomed with the sight of the smiling man, so did stoic features themselves begin to soften in return.

   “... Cocoa.” She would then find herself rather humorously parroting at that. For despite her seemingly deadpan response, green eyes would subtly LIGHT UP at the prospect of a steaming cup of HOT COCOA. One that her father was certainly able to catch, right then and there. It was absolute rarity of a treat, and one that she hadn’t at all been able to imagine having the pleasure of enjoying. Back when she had still been surviving in the slums of Rouen themselves. “Is there anything else that I can help with?” After all, she hadn’t simply been brought down here to revel in the very last package of cocoa. That, could wait for later, when it was time for her to turn in for the night.