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THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY ARCHIVED

|| On the downside, im so sorry for having u guys follow me around ( mainly talking about my sideblog @fvngvampyr​ which is also closing, as im moving mavis back to the multi ) but i really wanted to have a proper tag organization and better tags, they were driving me crazy. and hey, better to welcome the new year with a smile than frustrated.

So, this is where I am now: burglarlotus

I’ve been getting better at communicating with my mutuals so I’ll follow back most of you guys. And I won’t be dropping any threads or asks I’ve gotten on the past week or so either. I’ll be moving everything over there and continuing. As for my queue, it’s gonna be emptied in a bit and this post shall be pinned so anyone who doens’t see it, can find me at my new blog. 

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stcries​:

❝    yeah ,  it’s  kinda  weird  ain’t  it .  but  i  can’t  exactly  complain ,  now  can  i .    ❞   honestly ,  he  wouldn’t  wish  to  be  a  human ,  it’d  just  be  too  strange  after  living  his  life  up  until  now  (  especially the  sewers  thing .  )    ——————-    but  this  woman  wasn’t  like  anything  he’d  seen  before ,  the  brightly  dressed  clothes  …  had  she  stolen  them  from  his  dad’s  old  collection ??

❝    but  i  ain’t  ever  seen  you  around  new  york  before ,  did  you  just  move  here  or  …    ❞

     “UH…” THE REDHEAD COULDN’T HELP BUT glance down at herself. Probably not the best outcome to meet a mutated reptilian in a different country, but that’s one of the perks of being who she was. Well, the Guardian part, anyway. “Nah, though I wish I had moved here,” she shrugged nonchalantly before glancing at the turtle one last time. 

     Will couldn’t help herself. There was something about him that made her feel in awe by just being around his presence. I know, sounds silly, this is probably a first time reaction to meeting someone like him at best, which is why Will quickly looked away and messed around with her hair. “I’m here on a… Mission. Yeah, a mission,” she nodded, more to herself than for him. “I’m looking for strange anomalies in the area. Though… Now I wonder what counts as strange.”

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stcries​:

blonde  haired  member  of  the  team  was  already  at  hard  work  perfecting  more  of  his  explosives  before  their  next  call  out ,   they  just  had  to  be  in  tip  top  shape ,  no  excuses !!    ————————    fingers  worked  delicately  to  connect  the  two  remaining  wires  (  as  carefully  as  the  insane  junker  could  manage  anyhow  .  )  

but  jamison  wasn’t  expecting  the  voice  to  appear  behind  him ,  quickly  causing  his  current  project  to  promptly  explode  in  his  face    ———————    as  hand  waved  around  his  face  to  try  and  clear  some  of  the  thick  black  smoke ,  the  strange  new  voice ‘s  question  finally  hit  his  ears ,  body  quickly  turning  to  face  her .

❝    you  need  MY  help ??   well ,  why  didn’t  you  say  so  sooner !!  you  just  so  happen  to  be  talking  to  the  master  of  explosions ,  hehe .  happy  to  be  of  service !!    ❞

     THE EXPLOSION WAS A SURPRISE ( despite who she was talking to ) and the red-eyed immediately began to mumble apology after apology. Sorry for interrupting your work. Sorry for coming in unannounced. Sorry for being a bother. However, what was most surprising about the accident was the lack of a negative reaction from him, so much so that it left her dumbfounded and unable to reply at first.

     “R—Really?” She asked once she found the will to talk again. A small smile formed on her face as Ignis sighed of relief. “Thank you so much. Uhm... Do you need help cleaning up?” Probably a silly question in the grand scheme of things, but her good-hearted nature made it impossible not to ask.

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goofymuses​:

“Well you know we’re always happy to see you, Haru. I’m sure Muta here is overjoyed.” He glanced over at the large cat who sat in his favorite seat, a newspaper held open in front of his face. Baron heard Muta grunt in response.

“As you can see, Muta hasn’t changed one bit.” Of course, he knew this was just Muta’s way. He never had been an openly affectionate creature. But he was sure he was happy to see Haru. The Baron certainly was.

“Would you like to come inside for some tea, Haru?”

     “GOOD TO KNOW MUTA IS HIS USUAL GRUMPY SELF,” such words were enough to ruffle the larger cat’s feathers. Well, as much as he was willing to put in the effort in, anyway, which is saying a lot. A chuckle left past her lips, Haru could only look at the cat a bit smugly — deep down, she knew he cares for them.

     “Oh, I’d love to,” the young woman nodded enthusiastically, almost forgetting how the last time she was invited, Haru was barely able to fit inside the tiny house. This place, magical and ethereal, looked like dollhouse set she’d see on sale on certain toy shops. Maybe she should try coming in from the top instead of getting stuck at the door. “Thank you, Baron.”

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foolarcanum​:

“No. That’s to say…” she shook her head quickly. It was weird to talk to one of the teachers after class. She didn’t normally do that. “Yes, I was looking for you; no, nothing is wrong. Sorry about that.”

     “NONO, IT’S ALRIGHT,” Bloom offered an apologetic but friendly smile towards the young student. Oh dear, that will definitely need some time to get used to. “Your name is Idris, right?” Her hands folded behind her back. “If there is anything I can help you with, please let me know. I wanna be there for my students.”

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noctechoro​:

A light, amused laugh leaves the fae a moment. “Well, I’ll admit that is definitely a new one.” Least from what he could recall anyway. Since it was probably no surprise that he’s heard his fair share of such lines before from many of his admirers. “Which luckily for you means that you’ve managed to catch my attention now. So, what are you going to do with it I wonder?”

     JUST AS NEVRA WAS ABOUT TO REPLY, the male stopped to think things through. The more he thought, the less sure he felt about all of this. I mean, he just uses cheesy pick-up lines for shits and giggles with little to no expectations for them to actually work. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far,” with a hand rubbing the back of his neck, he offered a sheepish apologetic smile towards the other. “How about a cup of coffee?”

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gosutm​:

the blonde traveler’s reassurance is appreciated and heard well, yet her mind continues plaguing all rationality left with mockeries spoken through weird flashes, happening in mere seconds.  all of this results in a shaky, low sigh as an exhausted smile creeps along her face as if attempting to assure the young girl there’s no need for such comfort … as she’s not used to it.  ❛ ehehe … it’s truly no wonder you’ve been spoken so well of across teyvat, even by those whose alliances are with the fatui. ❜

kindness perks up when sayu speaks with certain, sweet tone. amethysts look over at ambers before crossing her arms and looking up at the view beholding them.   ❛ … your kindness knows no limits, lumine, even if you wind up in such unfortunate events. but…i can tell your heart carries burdens but keep it closed for the sake of others…much like myself. be careful not to engulf by the darkness … i wish for nobody else to experience such a painful experience, even to my worst enemies. ❜ 

     THE GIRL’S WORDS WERE REASSURING, even though Sayu had completely pushed back her offer of help, to listen, to be a shoulder to lean on if needed. Not that Lumine couldn’t blame her — if she wanted to share her troubles, she would’ve done so instead of avoiding the question altogether.

     “I will try my best,” a dry chuckle left past her lips at the thought. “It’s hard to wind down when there’s so much happening around us. I still don’t know where my brother is and… I will admit, not knowing drives me insane,” the traveller bit her lower lip, looking away for a split second. She breathed in and out — good, tears didn’t form. “But I gotta stay strong, for him, for myself, and for everyone else. However,” a hand went to rest on Sayu’s shoulder, a kind smile on her face. “I appreciate your concern.”

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serenitystored​:

byleth doubts she will ever get use to the title of arch bishop. being regarded as a professor was easy enough, even as unqualified for the position she was, the former mercenary felt even more out of her depths in this position of power and influence. one thing was for certain, however. this church would not be what rhea made it, byleth would make sure of that.

       “I have some ideas I want to run past you, or I could leave you to your work and let you deal with the consequences of my actions later…” the words linger. face, tone, nothing betrays the amusement byleth feels when she imagines his reaction.

     OH SOTHIS, PLEASE GIVE HIM STRENGTH. Seteth already felt a wave of regret and tiredness wave across his being but alas, it was his duty to be there for the new Arch Bishop, especially one such as Byleth, who may as well be almost the polar opposite of Rhea. Not that in itself is a bad thing — he never fully bought into the idea of being all full-on follower of Rhea’s more extreme ideas, even voicing his concerns to her — but everyone needs a reality check.

     “If you must,” with a heavy sigh, Seteth stopped his work ( which, at the moment, was simply writing down on some important documents and signing letters ), leaving the pen carefully on the side and closing the ink lid, before turning towards the woman. “What ideas have you thought of this time?”

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serenitystored​:

“unintentional, I assure you.” thea replied, returning her sister’s hug just as tightly. five years apart and it had barely felt that way - no doubt she had sothis ( perhaps even her crest too, byleth still had yet to figure out how those worked ) to thank for the blank slate. it was kind in a way. cruel, too, if her sister had anything to say about it.

pulling back, thea let her gaze wander, taking in the chaos around them. “what…what happened? I can’t believe I missed so much at a time like this.”

     WHERE TO START WITH A QUESTION LIKE THAT? So much has happened during Thea’s absence that Byleth wasn’t sure how to begin explaining. Not to mention, how to break down one specific set of news that would for sure break her sister’s heart.

     “You’ll find it hard to believe at first, especially since you were gone for so long and didn’t witness it with your own eyes…” A joke, she hadn’t made one of those in so long. It felt almost alien to do so, but rejuvenating all the same. “But first, let’s get inside…” Her eyes shifted from her sister towards the remains of the church behind her. “There are a lot of bandits out here. We’ll be safer inside.”

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foolarcanum​:

“… Sir,” she started, trying to wrap her head around whatever he had just said. “I’ve had a very long day, I am very small, and I have no money, so you can imagine the amount of confusion I am feeling right now.”

     OK, HE WAS NOT EXPECTING A REACTION LIKE THAT. Confusion? 50% sure. A smack to face? Maybe. Actually getting a pick-up line back in retaliation? The chances are low but one can never be too sure. This was… Well, indescribable. And that’s why he laughed his heart out, holding his stomach and everything with how much he hurt from laughing. “Forget I said anything. That reaction was priceless.”

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gosutm​:

purple eyes gaze up in surprise when the exiled prince spoke in sudden pessimism. ah, to witness a discouraged spirit despite many hardships they had to endure over the course of, well, seemingly months. even azula was after them for some reason although sayu could tell it had to with the fire lord, zuko’s own father … and hell knew whatever the fire nation had in mind for these fugitives. petite hands raise as if admitting defeat after setting a bowl down, frowning with pure concern.  ❛ n-no…it wasn’t a bad attempt, i assure you. er…you improved on boiling said soup. ❜  oh lord, this was diffcult.  

with a gentle sigh, the girl fiddles with fingers and looks down.  ❛ nothing can be achieved at first try, zuko. you must practice several times before getting the hang of cooking. i…well, may not be the best advisor, b-but i will do my best to help you just like always. ❜  because i am loyal to you and only you, prince zuko.  

     SAYU’S RIGHT. NOTHING CAN BE ACHIEVED TO PERFECTION on the first try ( unless you’re as lucky as Azula, that is ), much less if it’s a task he grew up unfamiliar with. After all, princes don’t cook their own meals, there’s a royal cook for it. Now, though, he could only count on and rely on himself, his uncle, and Sayu. He really has grown fond of her during these three and a half years of travelling, to the point of not viewing her as just his servant anymore. But to voice those thoughts out loud? His stubbornness wouldn’t allow it.

     “You will… Teach me?” Amber eyes searched for hers, a teeny tiny glimpse of vulnerability was displayed in them. The one time Zuko allowed himself to lower his guard due to the company. Alas, just as quickly as it came, that briefness was gone from his visage as soon as he looked away from her. “... Thanks…”

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gosutm​:

usually, the death arcana would hesitate at such a thought, believing to be nothing short but bothersome ( as she always saw herself to be … not until a change of heart has been made, not necessarily by her newfound friends ) but this time, having such an honor to be liked by deuce’s mother despite the visible anxiety written across her doll-like facade. her hand clings tighter to deuce’s, purple eyes gleaming with a rare shine very limited people tend to see. 

after a soft chuckle, the j rock idol smiles before gently poking his nose with a painted nail.  ❛ deuce, you don’t sound ridiculous, whatsoever. if anything, i’d gladly free my schedule for you… ❜  she begins, speaking with pure honesty. then, with blush hitting her cheeks, sayu looks down.  ❛ well…er, would friday suit your family? i am free then, and i will make sure nothing else pops up then~. ❜  judging by the expression on her face, sayu was genuiely excited. 

     “YES! FRIDAY WORKS PERFECTLY,” his eyes widened up at the response. Now the smile on his face became more relaxed and joyful as Deuce imagined the following events. With a date set, now Friday seemed so far away ( which, for context, it was only four days away from their current time ). He is definitely helping his mother clean their home the day before.

     “Mom and I will welcome you with open arms,” maybe a bit redundant to mention, given how well things had gone the last time Sayu was at his place, but, again, the boy couldn’t help himself. Soon enough, a faint blush adorned his cheeks as he looked away for a moment. “And you’re free to stay for as long as you like. No pressure there.”

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kindcstguardian​:

   IT WAS SILLY, HOW THAT ALONE WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE HER FEEL SHY AND FLUSTERED EVEN     though she assumed it ought to be normal, as it was coming from someone with a sweet voice, each word was like honey. And she wasn’t the first to fall, probably won’t be the last. 

   “ Right, right ”, still, she found her voice to reply in a somewhat playful tone. Punching his shoulder with no actual strength. “ I won’t take over your cleaning duties again, I am actually going out today so I can’t     but thank you, I guess my magic is getting better enough to be considered a  ‘ magician ’ ”.

     “AH— I SEE,” WHY IS HE LIKE THIS? Why did he have to go and act like he usually does instead of being more honest for once? Oh, that’s right, Nevra doesn’t know how to genuinely show off his true intentions for someone romantically. Too many years of playing the fool, the cheesy flirt, now he has no idea how to be around his crush…

     He didn’t anticipate developing feelings like this again. Were the nymph genes in her causing a strong effect on him? Nevra wanted to believe otherwise, as to not make his feelings seem less genuine to him.

     “I was going to ask you to do that,” a ran went to rub the back of his neck while a laugh left past his lips. “I can’t run from cleaning duty forever. You should let me have one of your tasks that you don’t like doing once in a while. You know, to make it fair?”

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stcries​:

❝    if  i  got  to  see  this  kinda  stuff  every  single  day ,  i’d  get  sick  of  it  pretty  quick ,  no  matter  how  beautiful  it  is .    ❞    ————————    that’s  the  thing  with  lea ,  he  couldn’t  sit  still  for  too  long ,  his  heart  just  calling  out  for  constant  adventure  and  thrills    ———————-    then  again ,  perhaps  spending  time  with  friends  was  enough  to  keep  him  grounded .

❝    wherever  he  is ,  you  know  he’s  out  there  doing  the  right  thing .  we’ve  got  a  lot  to  thank  him  for ,  even  if  he  doesn’t  wanna  accept  any  form  of  prize  for  his  good  deeds .    ❞    ————————-    there  should  be  something  they  could  do  for  them ,  but  no ,  he  refuses  every  time  … 

     “I KNOW…” XION KNEW HE WAS RIGHT, he usually was right about these things, but the girl couldn’t help but worry anyway. She was always the worrywart of the three ( those being Lea / Axel, Roxas, and herself ).

     “I guess I can’t help myself from worrying,” the short-haired girl pulled her legs closer to her chest, letting her chin rest on top of her knees while her gaze still admired the view. “But I know you’re right. You tend to be, anyway,” a giggle left past her lips before Xion nudged his sides playfully.

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the  elder couldn’t  help  but  roll  his  eyes  at  his  brother’s  response .  sure ,  he  could’ve  spent  money  on  things  to  do  with  himself ,  but  where  way  the  joy  in  that  (  besides ,  he  could  always  do  it  another  day .  )    ——————–    ❝    just  stay  by  me ,  you  dork .  i’m  not  buying  you  the  whole  store ,  maybe  only  a  handful  or  two .    ❞

grabbing  his  wallet  out  and  flipping  through  it ,  he  shot  another  smirk  back  towards  his  younger  sibling    ———————-    ❝    you  have  any  idea  what  you’re  gonna  get ??    ❞

     THE QUESTION MADE HIM STOP, no more jumping or moving around so much, to ponder deeply about it. This is some serious matter to think about, after all. Picking just one candy wasn’t easy!! There were so many options… So many delicious options. Damn it, now Jyushimatsu craved for any and all candy, even though he knew their budget wouldn’t allow it. Fuck.

     “Popsicle,” he answered at last, after thinking long and hard about what’s the best candy at this particular moment. The answer is always changing, of course; yesterday he was craving for some liquorice. “I want a Popsicle!”

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curaidh​:

“Oh good, good.” Though she may not actually sound like it, Gwen was actually glad to hear that she was alright. The thought that she possibly hurt someone wouldn’t sit well with her given she was just out on patrol. “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Right as rain. But I’m just going lie here for a moment.” Thank the Lord for her inhuman abilities. Her fall was from a great height but nothing that would do serious harm to her. She was fairly certain that she would have bruise and sore back for a few days now. Remembering her manners, she extended her hand towards the other girl as she said, “Ghost Spider.”

     OH, SO THAT WAS HER NAME. Points for remembering it correctly, Brig — that’s commitment. The mechanic remained silent as she stared back at the superhero, still laying down on her back ( probably to recover her breath after that fall. I mean, who wouldn’t? ). Brigitte’s hands were resting on her knees, her head crooked slightly to the side. 

     Even with the other’s reassurance, a part of her still worried about the heroine’s condition ( though she kept those thoughts to herself ). Soon enough, the Swedish mechanic extended a hand towards the other. “Nice to meet ya.”

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fiiimbulvetr​:

Everything was just so colorful. Elsa didn’t know where her eyes should focus. On the decorations, the tents, the people- It was all so vibrant. Very unlike anything Elsa had seen back home. Arendelle was a very… quaint and quiet place. Oh, they had their festivals and celebrations. But everything was very warm and intimate. Casual.

Who Elsa could only assume was the Master of Ceremonies arrived on the stage at last to thunderous cheers and applause. A local favorite, she assumed. She even clapped a bit herself, though not nearly as energized as the crowds around her. In the noise Elsa thought she heard someone’s voice beside her. Not the same rowdy hooting as the rest of the crowd. She glanced behind herself to see if she was right but found no one who seemed to be paying her any mind. 

Maybe she’d imagined it. After all, she didn’t know anyone here. Whoever it was must have been talking to someone else. But then her gaze lifted when she realized there was a shadow being cast from above her.

“Oh-!” she stepped back quickly when she realized there was someone hanging from the pole she was standing next to. How long had someone been up there? She bumped into another party goer in the process who grumbled for her to watch where she was going. She only smiled sheepishly as they walked away. “Sorry-!”

Well… Didn’t she feel silly for being so easily startled. It’s just a man on a pole. He wasn’t even looking at her, maybe he didn’t even notice that she’d startled herself.

     SHE SAW HIM. HE COULD NO LONGER REMAIN SILENT and simply contemplate and admire her from his little corner. No, now she knew he was near her. What to do? His nerves were already acting up ( Quasi was grateful for his physique, in a way, it allowed him to not lose his grip on the pole despite feeling like a nervous wreck on the inside ) and all he could do was either look away and utter unfinished sounds. Every time he tried to say something, his voice got caught up on his throat.

     Remembering the wise advice from Victor and Laverne, Quasimodo closed his eyes and began to breathe softly as he counted to ten. And when he reached said number, he simply began counting from the beginning again.

     The process was repeated a couple more times until the bell-ringer had completely calmed down. Then again, it was only a temporary solution, one which only affected his own well being and not the current scenario at hand. What should he do now? Should he say hi? Maybe Quasi should say hi…

     “H—Hello…” Darn, he did stutter in the end. Why was it so difficult to start a conversation with someone? Especially someone new? Even know Quasimodo found it hard to keep a conversation afloat with the Parisians he interacts the least with ( though, he is improving too ).