#{semi para}

[stormflowerhonor]

@stoicfulmuses​

Ren wasn’t entirely sure about this. Not because he had anything against Sun, but because it wasn’t really his idea of a good time. Still, he figured that if he really hated it, he could always bow out early. At Sun’s question, Ren nodded. “Sounds good.” He agreed. Especially the food and sleep parts of the night. That sounded good.

[lovcalivc]

@mythunderlegion​ continued from here:

Vax smiled as Keyleth joined them in the pillow fort that they had spent the better part of an hour making. Elias and Ilyana were very proud of it-as well they should be, since he had barely done anything to assist them in it. It was all them-so naturally  they groaned and protested when Keyleth said they’d have to take it down.

“Your mother is right, my little chipmunks.” He said, scooping them into his lap to give them both a cuddle. “Auntie Vex and Uncle Percy are probably going to be very tired when they get here, and they’ll need pillows.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Elias said, sullen but earnest.

[invernc]

@thestupidmeanone gets a starter.

Wordlessly, Winter came over and sat down next to him, reaching for his hand to lace her fingers through his. “Hey.” She said after a few moments of just sitting in blissful silence.

[perceivedpast2]

luposcainus:

❝   it is a very rare feeling for me. all that anger , that wild instinct . ❞ caspian confesses.

he was sitting on the chair with his hands clasped together. the werewolf made a whine. that whine that sounded like a bit of a dog would make. kill.

he would only do such a thing if it means to protect himself or his friends. the man looked at her.  his eyes made a wide expression. ❝ if i had to defend myself then i’d had to.. ❞

wouldn’t she done the same? the wolf stands up. he was tall , wearing a green sweater while looking .. distressed. ❝ but .. all they saw was.. a werewolf.. a monster. ❞

There was a great sense of compassion that filled Johanna's dead veins as she listened to the werewolf. It seemed, despite being of two completely separate species (some may even say mortal enemies), they weren't too entirely different from one another. Both could easily kill, and both had to carry the guilt that came from taking a life. 

"Defendin' yourself doesn't make you a monster. Least ... I don't think so." Johanna assured, her sweet tone still so soft one could’ve easily missed her speaking if they weren't paying attention. "Just because we ain't human doesn't mean we're monsters either. It's what we choose to do with the ... unique gifts that we've been given." It seemed like little Johanna knew what she was talking about, but the truth some things still ate her even a hundred and fifty something years on. She let out a gentle sigh as her gaze fell again, little fingers playing with the bottom of her jacket. "Sometimes we slip. Sometimes we make mistakes. But we try to do better. For our humanity."

Or whatever left of it there was underneath.

@luposcainus​

[boundariestcbreak]

@caeloservare​ gets a starter from Glynda.

“I’ve missed you, James.” She said, offering him a smile. “You look good.” He also looked like a lot had happened since they last spoke, but she figured not saying that would be her best bet.

[progenyofprongs]

tmvoldemort:

The chorus of cries and pleas dies out. As too did the stitch human carpet under Amelia. Revealing the hell scape that was always a phantom.

The true puppet master slowly revealed himself. Floating down from above his perch. His black robes billowing out around him. His toes brushing the sidewalk, corrupting it's filth further.

"Abandon that hope! It's been a while, Amelia Potter. " Voldemort purred.

His red eyes looked her over, "How you have grown! From the baby I should have bash its head in- to the woman who's madness out weights my own."

He laid his arm over his middle and bowed to her.

"Good to see."

Amelia didn't think she'd see him again. She'd hope - foolishly - that the days of the wizarding world was far behind her ... oh, but she was so wrong. There was never escaping that which had always been apart of her: what was in her blood. Anger coursed throughout the witch's veins, providing her with the strength needed to spit such taunting words, as though - for a moment - forgetting who it was she spoke to. 

 "Maybe you should've ... oh, wait ... I almost forgot." Amelia let out a dry laugh, emerald eyes almost cutting as she glared at the dark wizard: grunting softly as she pushed herself up from her knees, "You weren't even able to kill my brother either when he was a baby ... some dark wizard you are." She was playing with fire - she knew that - but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. 

          "Are you here to kill me?" Amelia asked instead, ignoring his greet. She didn't return the gesture, instead still holding down her ground with head held high and wand in her hand: ready ... though she didn't believe she would walk out of here alive. How could she when Voldemort himself stood in front of her?

@tmvoldemort​

[mvstbcbrave]

@tidesborn​​ gets a starter from Mermista

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you’re not from around here.” Mermista said as she swam him to the shores of Salineas. Setting him on land, she hopped out just enough so that she’d still keep her tail, leaving it in the water so she could go back to swimming once she helped this stranger.

[likeagcrl]

@ofallthemuses continued from here: 

“Quite easily.” Mai responded. “I’ve never had problems sleeping.” But, then she wasn’t even a fraction as...energetic as Ty Lee was, so maybe that was why. “Besides, it isn’t like there’s anything we can do right now, so we may as well conserve our energy.”