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[tadc-harlequin-au]

Part 1 (context)

You... didn't think that the ring Pomni found was some kind of one-off example for the showcase of Ragatha's abilities now, did you?

[askreclusesagefae]

Emm can i have recluse and sage… pretty please…

Vanille: Well, we do have plenty of Sage available, but I'm afraid I haven't heard of this..."Recluse". Is it a flower? An herb? I could see if any of the neighboring greenhouses have them in stock. Sorry for the trouble.

[archaeval]

@lunarscorching, from x ;;

It was a few paltry minutes to the library's closing, the rain long passed, yet there were too many clouds for sunset to shine, leaving the smell of wet leaves to waft on the cool air each time the doors slid open. Hasvir had spent the bulk of his Sunday there amongst the books, perched upon a seat that left him in clear view of the front desk, of the woman who piqued his interest and invaded his dreams. She speaks to him as he lingers by the desk, checking out a handful of magazines on archaeology and other archaic things he found of interest. "Oh," sighing slow as the smile curls upon his lips "happen to read any of these?"

𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑬, cold and rainy, autumn in full force. More people than usual gathered in the library for protection from the weather, but a quiet, sleepy air pervaded the building all the same -- no doubt partially due to the fact that Ruby was particularly quiet herself on days like this. Rain had soaked her roof and pattered against her windows, and even now, hours later, she found her attention wandering more often than not.

If there is meaning behind that smile of his, she misses it. Ruby is used to the perfunctory pleasantries between a visitor and herself, the awkward smiles and over-polite requests, and thinks little of them each time.

"I don't know that I have," she answers honestly, leaning forward to look over the title. Most of the magazine subscriptions had been ordered by request of the patrons, rather than out of Ruby's own interest, though she still kept a catalogue of each title. "Are you looking for something in particular?"

[mushywutty]

looks at the camera and sighs

[strawberrij]

I wonder if the resistance folks or whoever is gathering the gods with King have to deal with Mitternacht and King slipping off somewhere before important stuff. Some poor soul is sent out to look for them and finds them smooching in some side room. It may be the end of the world but they still love each other after all...

@jathis @fanfic-enthusiast :DDDDD

HEHE this is so sweet

how long has it been since they last embraced? what other comforts are they able to find in these uncertain times? something something love finds a way into the smallest cracks of despair..

[echonidae]

batch three of doodles!! :"D thank you kindly Bats, @etchy-a-sketchy, ChaoticallyWicked and Uyudong on dA, and Anon!! :'3c dang delightful characters to draw!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

also, hey!! commissions are reopening on monday, Dec. 2nd!! check out more info [here]!!

[sillymuses]

//Consider how tragic it is that Ninjini spent countless years hating the bottle she was trapped in and abandoning it the moment she freed herself...only to slowly come back to it because it was the closest thing to feel like home now as everything she once knew was gone and lost to the passage of time.

[calperna]

were she more tender-hearted, sharing a space with a former enemy would be awkward. calpernia can envision a world wherein she would be quickly departing the room once the inquisitor entered - averting her eyes or quickly entering conversation with one of the others in an effort to avoid having to speak to her. luckily she is not ; she will not be driven away simply because the woman who has entered the kitchen once held calpernia's life in her very hands, thank you very much.

"inquisitor," calpernia's voice is as clear and even as always as she speaks up from the spot she has taken residence in at the corner of the room, "there is still hot water if you have come seeking such." a cup of tea is cradled in her hands and a map sprawled on the low table before her, marked in scrawling handwriting and red ink. the words are not a friendly gesture - maker forbid she is friendly - but it is not hostile. calpernia should get points for that.

@keepslore