#anzuendent

[karismatickitty-a-blog]

@anzuendent meowed for a starter.

‘  thank you for the tea, it’s delicious.       but maybe i can have some lemon and honey? ’

[designamed-blog]

@anzuendent approached.

“Er -- I apologize if I’m not up to par. I’m...not technically a magus, and I have no formal training...”

[⚔] A sigh: an “emergency” Master, not even a “provisional” one -- the backup’s backup, so to speak. A hand would be held out gently, the youth simply wanting to offer the idea of himself as a person (to try and claim it for himself, to try and force in the idea that he was more than just an echo of a recorded being). [⚔] 

“I can’t promise the best, but I can promise I’ll be kind.”

[toestalucia]

☁

hc meme

it’s a bit hard at first, seeing as it’s always only been him & vyrn (and sometimes aaron), but gran quickly grows into the role of keeping track of where people are. not so much with strangers but there’s always an extra look over his shoulder to make sure the group of crew members is still where they should be, more so in crowded areas or battles. though, in the off-chance someone suddenly leaves without telling gran first he will make sure they’re always in his sight for a while once they’re back, as annoying as it might be.

[selenae-blog1]

In war you must always choose sides.

✧･ﾟmeme . * ¦ not accepting ( @anzuendent )

          ❛ yes…it’s an unfortunate truth. ❜

          she knew that sentiment well. fight for her friends, her family, or stand with lyon. rise against him and watch his people suffer, or allow her own people to go unavenged. the path to choose seemed obvious and yet she’d found the decision to be hard—she’d wanted to protect everyone.

          ❛ the choices I made were ones I’d never wanted to make. ❜

[mrtyre-blog1]

‘ i hope you don’t mind my getting involved. ’

                prayer.     • ⚜ •     not accepting.

   Her laugh shakes the sky, this was almost fun to her. Twirling both flag & blade it was like a dance, usually her training sessions weren’t always this great. But the male’s husky growl against the edges of both blades filled her soul with thrill, many wished not to clash with her unless it was with the intent to spill her blood. A relief if you’d asked her.    “  Not at all, I enjoy sparring against a knight of your skill. I hope you don’t go easy on me.  ” The saint grins with excitement overflowing to stain porcelain cheeks with the brightest of corals. She swings the banner to push off the knight’s sword, she lungs back with her smile standing strong & twisting the pole between pallid digits resting it against her shoulderblades.                                          “  Go WILD, Percival. I’ll make sure I do the same.  ”

[threadhangiing-blog]

not gonna lie, I love the depth you put into your muse--as someone who has ocs myself it's always fun seeing other ocs on the dash. you're also??? a really cool person to talk to so its like BAM BAM BAM VALUE VALUE VALUE RIGHT HERE. 1000/10.

&  HONEST OPINIONS  /  ACCEPTING