#arvious

[sfidar]

@arvious     /     ♪  lyrical starter call,  still accepting  ♪ .  

                        ❛    you’re stuck with me.    ❜        so he guesses he’s no choice but to stick around,  loath as he is to do so.  he could have at least tried to veil the fact,  but then --  squalo superbia’s never been one for such things as ‘ courtesies ‘.

STUCK WITH ME     /     THE NEIGHBOURHOOD.

[rexcrystallis]

*throws URL in here*

SEND ME YOUR URL AND I’LL TELL YOU || 6/10 || @arvious

MY OPINION ON;

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: Crowe my queen. I wish we could’ve seen a lot more of her. Her death is a salt mine for me because it was off-screen and what the fuckery, that could have been handled better. Also imagine her in-gaaaaaaame. HOW THEY PLAY THEM: One of the most in-depth (if not THE most) renditions of Crowe Altius I have ever seen. Great job, tbh.THE MUN: SUE. mAY WE CO N TI N U E murderING each OTH e R w FEELS yO

DO I:

RP WITH THEM: yesWANT TO RP WITH THEM:  yes ;w;

WHAT IS MY;

OVERALL OPINION: Before everything else let me tell you I am NOT a poetic person. Back in my college days I avoided poetry subjects because I get confused with all the flowery words and convoluted images and metaphors, and training in law school to be precise in writing just made me more averse. Sue, you write greatly, and because you have your unique way with words, I am very happy to be able to write with and for you. When I think of Crowe, I remember your Crowe, and that your writing style forces me to adapt to a style that I have always been averse to. In a way you’re helping me too, and for that, thank you.

Although my one point is this - despite the fact that you utilize purple prose in your writing, yours isn’t as convoluted as many others out there. However, it DOES make me still have a difficult time untangling and deciphering some images you include in your responses, or even deciphering what it is exactly Crowe is doing - is she thinking? If she is thinking, does it show on her face? What DOES show and does not? Because there are too many (not always, I assure you) images included in one reply with the use of too many words, I somehow still end up getting lost and confused in your work. That and the formatting as well could be just a bit overwhelming - your partner may end up getting distracted greatly from your reply’s point if they have two big distractors in font of them - your words, or the formatting. 

I feel though that this is just my training in writing making it difficult for me. I hope this would help you even in a small way. ;w;

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[ofhammerhead]

   out of all the times in her miserable life, Cindy just HAD to choose that one to be extremely LATE. she can already hear Crowe’s voice & Iris’ endless teasing. the sound of CLICKING heeled boots is everything the blonde can hear as she RUNS to the throne room in the Lucis’ MAGNIFICENT palace. two guards stop her on the way in, to which the mechanic answers with a TILT of her head.     ❛     So? Lemme in. I’m here to see the King and Lady Lunafreya. I’m one of her guardians !!     ❜     & as soon as she clears the situation, the blonde makes her very BEST to march inside the room with a smile on her lips. for once, she is PERFECTLY clean, free from all the oil stains and oh ! how excited she feels that she’ll be staying away from MOTORS for a while— her role would be so much GREATER now.

   BUT somehow, she can feel everyone’s eyes on her; with her head facing DOWN, she makes way to the stairs where her friends stood: ALL READY to start on their journey to the great Altissia.     ❛     Sorry...     ❜     is all she says once she’s close ENOUGH.

@arvious »» @daemonslae »» @rescinae plotted. ♥

[furiiosus-blog]

“  is there any special reason as to why you’re looking at me like that?   i guess if you want to fight, we can go at it  .”                 witch. judgements pass as inaudible stabs.  tredd is incapable of reasoning, getting to know another soul that isn’t axis or sonitus      && even then -  he hates them too.   gaze is met with an expression that’s typical for furia:    calm. unamused.  serious.       //     lo  and  behold,  tiredness  crashes  against  this  elite  glaive.

&✰.              @arvious

[shieldbound-blog1]

@arvious

           vexation tears a sharp exhale, jagged irritation that sours a usually complacent expression ( directed not towards her, of course, such a thing he’d never dream of, but towards his own incapabilities that aren’t for a lack of trying ). shoulders roll, attempt to ease tautness strung across them; fingers a struggling flex to resist the urge to run back to well worn ruts and ignore such a glaring weakness.

           ❛ just... show me again. ❜ please lies in the inflection, as does the obstinacy that he’ll grasp magic yet despite it being a thing unrelenting against brute force. a little nurturing is necessary, that’s all— hopefully crowe is in possession of enough patience for it.

[daemonmade-blog]

@arvious || sc.

     THE TRAIN OFFERS BUT LITTLE distraction, solitude enhanced by the surrounding strangers; it was a cruel waiting game, but crucial nonetheless.  ❛  looking for something? ❜  he sounds as he senses a figure entering the coach — one that happens to reek of Lucian ambiance, that is. the daemon offers half a glance from his shadowed seat, his cue yet to be delivered by his master.

[haatelis-blog1]

" -- I fuckin' hate you!"

The words pierced him, far more than any blade that had entered his body or any bullet that had tore through hardened muscle. It had been enough to be a lasting injury while sights took in the prone figure of a thoroughly defeated crow. She'd pushed him, beyond the point of taking everything she fed him. Rebellion, damaged property, hurting others, hurting herself, the range at which she'd rebelled had escalated to the point of personally enlisting with the Glaive itself and leaving his home. She made her own rules, followed what she wanted and she'd wanted to be a soldier. But to hear her feelings spill outward only encouraged features and his jaw to tighten. 

"Yeah. I know. Now get on your feet or lay there and choke on your own blood. War isn't about getting special treatment, your body breaks you put yourself back together." A rush of flame had features tilt away in time. Typical; she had lashed out letting her feelings get the best of her. 

"Get the hell off my field. We're done for today." And in that same motion he buried her, back turning as if exposing himself. It had been more than that, a testament to the extreme lack of fear toward her abilities. If she tried attacking she'd be reprimanded further, but he knew she'd been broken all the same. But she'd shattered him first. Slamming the sliding door that had led outside, he had disappeared further within his sanctuary.