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[astral-heir-blog]

King Horik^^

[King Horik: Our muses are enemies]

There was something about this... child that pissed Larcei off. Normally, she didn’t pay kids much mind; they did their own thing, and she did hers. However, this girl... For whatever reason, her words punctured Larcei’s skin like a needle on fabric, and they weren’t afraid to cut across either.

There was a weight to the girl’s words: the weight of the utmost arrogance. The tone of someone who carried themselves in the highest manner despite having no substance on which to carry that manner on. Hollow arrogance, the worst kind.

They grated and ground against Larcei’s normally thick skin before she finally snapped.

And now here they were.

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Chocolate

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Delthea’s eyes glowed at the sight of chocolate. The little villages rarely had chocolate; it was a delicacy that she had only tasted once or twice in her lifetime. She grinned. “Chocolate? It’s not nice. It’s amazing!”

She reached for one of the chocolate pieces before popping it into her mouth. Almost immediately, her grin grew wider and she was on the verge of taking another piece. However, she stopped, remembering that Sumia was still there. She paused, making eye contact with her.

“So, who are you?”

Sumia was happy to see someone excited for the treat she had presented. Chocolate always felt like a safe bet. She had met few who did not like it and it seemed this time she was in luck again. Delthea seemed to eagerly take some of the chocolate that was offered to her. 

Sumia waited quietly to see if she wanted another one and when she stopped, Sumia moved it a bit towards the girl. “You can have more. Please, eat as much as you’d like.”

Sumia curtsied as well as she could. “I am Sumia. It’s nice to meet you.’

[chevalier-dargent-blog]

Lilac Primrose: How confident is your muse in their battling abilities and their words?

Flower Ask Meme

Lilac Primrose: How confident is your muse in their battling abilities and their words?Extremely so. Seth has been training for probably over 20 years at this point. He knows he is skilled in both matters of diplomacy as well as swordplay and battle tactics. While he is not a boastful man, he is well aware that he is more than competent at his job and takes pride in his abilities.

[dreamsofknighthood]

🐺 - A memory about being alone

// (@aimless--archer​ - you also asked for this one!)

Forsyth sits with his backagainst a tree, head tilted up toward the evening sky. Night is falling, andacross the field he can see the manor and its barracks, lit by candlelight thatis both warm and inviting. But there’s nowhere he wants to be less, and as heplucks a weed forcefully from the earth, he sighs.

The words still ring in hisears, despite the near-silence of the forest.

You will never become a knight.

It is not the first time he’sheard them. Usually, it’s in Python’s playful tone, but he doesn’t need to benear Python right now; doesn’t need to hear that this is the way the world works,and that there is little point in trying to change it.

But to hear it from a noble –one of his Lord’s men – that stung, and Forsyth had struggled to keep it together.

Out here, it’s calm and quiet,and there are no voices to haunt him, nobody to affirm the truth of it. Forsythcloses his eyes, crushing the weed in his grip and dropping it to the ground. I’ll prove them wrong, he thinks to himself,almost speaking the words aloud. I just needthat chance.

Whetheror not that chance will come, he does not know, but one thing is certain; the worldhas not defeated him yet.

[excalibursage]

(Comfort) "Tell me something: why were you crying?"

Luthier jumps, hurriedly scrubbing his cheeks in an effort to hide the tear tracks.

“I-I wasn’t crying,“ He mumbles, his voice muffled around his sleeve. “And why do you want to know why?“

You’re the one who caused it, I think… He ponders his own feelings for a moment, trying to figure out a valid reason for why. I remember fighting with Delthea… and then training for a bit. Ah, well.

He turns away from her, hiding his face with his bangs. “Go away, Delthea. I do not wish to talk right now.”

[excalibursage]

>person icon thing< Alm!

“Delthea, are you trying to mock me for being friends with Alm?!” He demands in exasperation. “Yes, he is my friend- one of the first few that I have! And yes, that includes the cats!”

[beyondthegodsrpg]

Beyond the Gods

Saludos damas y caballeros. Jester les trae nuevas noticias de nuestro proyecto favorito: Beyond the Gods. Sí, es el nombre de nuestra historia, pero... ¿qué hay "más allá de los dioses" para nosotros? Vosotros, jugadores, que escribís vuestro destino desafiando el mandato divino en cada post. Precioso, lo sé. Pero dejando a un lado la poesía, en nuestra ambientación hay un rey-dios, un deicidio y seres que hacen temblar a las deidades. Hay mucho que descubrir más allá de lo divino.

Y hablando de ambientación. Hemos posteado en nuestro tumblr una parte de nuestra ambientación para que por fin sepáis de qué estamos hablando exactamente. Recordad que tratamos fantasía oscura con tintes de horror cósmico, así que habrá secretos que será mejor no desvelar.

Hasta aquí puedo decir hoy, pero traeré más información dentro de poco. ¡Recordad seguir nuestro tumblr para enteraros antes de nadie de las novedades y tenemos los ask abiertos para cualquier duda!

[excalibursage]

Existential // Drabble

// Delthea's actions approved by mun @beyondthegods

Please suffer :)

-S-

She thought he was having one of his existential crises again.

Of course, laying down on the battlefield wasn't exactly the brightest idea; she was positively sure that he knew that. Of course, he should know that! He scolded her every time she would sit down after a long, hard battle with the enemy.

“Luuuuuuu,” She calls, nudging him with her big toe to get his attention. “Hey, you should get up now, you know? We’re about move on, and I’d hate for you to miss out on it!”

No answer. He just continued to stare off into space.

“Hey! Lu!” She tries again, nudging him harder. “I know ya like to think and get lost, but we seriously have to get up so we can move on!”

Still, no answer. Annoyance sparked in Delthea’s chest.

“Ugh, Luthier! Get up! We’re going to leave soon, so you better get up!”

She kneels beside him, roughly shaking his shoulder. Instead of pulling away from her touch, he just shakes with her movements limply, still staring ahead. He didn’t even blink.

“Lu…?” She gingerly reaches out, touching his cheek with her warm palm. Startled, she withdrew her hand, pulling it close to her chest in horror.

He was stone cold.

“Lu? Get up, Lu!” She tries shaking him again, even more vigorously, trying to get him to wake up. “Get up, Lu, you big dummy! Get up!”

Her magic flickered into sparks and the only movement was from her shaking him, begging him, to wake up. But his eyes only remained cloudy and glossy, staring into space. Just like his deep thoughts in the wee hours of the morning, but the spark was gone.

He was lost to the wind, never to think again.