#empyreau

[purebloodoath]

He did not know if he should even ask, if the other cared to be bothered, but Miquella decided to approach with a relaxed air. "Are you planning to do anything on this eve of the new year, Ansbach?"

Despite being the captain of the dynasty's company of knights, Ansbach could be something of a recluse at times - a quiet soul who liked to be alone with his thoughts. Perhaps it was this prolonged isolation, the several days in which his company had been absent, that had piqued Miquella's curiosity.

He sat in a chair in a corner by the fire, unmasked, needle and thread in one hand and his cloak in the other, as he carefully restitched some of the frayed embroidery. When Miquella approached, it was with wide golden eyes that Ansbach looked back at him, blinking in surprise as he parsed the question.

"The new year... It is this coming morrow?" He'd completely lost track, which perhaps answered the godling's question all on its own.

[laperlina]

#5 and #18

let aqssa yap !!! ♡ @empyreau

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

i already answered that here saying lestat and astarion !

so bonus i'm gonna mention a character i WOULD rly love to write and that is

DAVY.

'do you feel death?'

mf. JONES !!!!!!!

i just feel like i'd rly kill it with him idk idk. i'd up all his tortured soul and violence and cursed horror show ship crew and monster creature feature bc that's just me teehee !!! and i'd loooove to do really fucked up warped magical realism stuff with the Locker and everything. really world build around it and his time as a human too. liiike just look at the brand i curate here !!! i feel like it's so obvious that you can see the vision !!!

18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community?

i don't haaave a lot of critique for the rpc just cuz i'm still floored by the fact that imo it's so much more improved from how it used to be. i have mostly positive things to say abt it. i guess in general though i do wish people took reciprocity to heart a bit more. like this isn't a problem for ME at all but. i feel like it doesn't hurt for ppl to rly understand that it only takes 2 seconds to send an ask to someone and make their day, let them yap, put in effort into getting to know the people on your dash and let them shine. if you want to be seen on your dash, why would you not help others also feel seen ?? dont be one sided. put effort into others. the diff between rp and fan fic is that rp is a LOT more of a social activity and reciprocity and consideration goes a much longer way here. again this isn't rly a problem necessarily but smth i think we can all strive to be better at no matter what.

like it brings me so much joy to see other people's creativity and get ppl to talk about what they like. like that's my leo moon love for putting spotlight on others taking it to a crazy degree and also just the fact i care so deeply about all of you and WANT you to feel that. but i think we should all aspire to be a lil more leo moon in that sense and really take time out to make ppl feel heard, invest in their stories even if it has nothing to do with you, bc it's just fun and exciting !!!

[luminaryofblood]

❛ it would be a bloody business, one that might harden hearts against us. ❜ (from Miquella)

"I will bear the brunt of their ire," said the Lord of Blood, lying beside the empyrean with naught but blankets. Shifting onto his side so that he could gaze fully upon Miquella, his gaze was half-lidded, and adoring.

"I specialize in bloody business, do I not?"

His words were accompanied by a light chuckle. As he reached his arm around Miquella to hold him close.

[zcrayas]

@empyreau asked:

With the stems tied together with a bow of wispy pale gold fabric, the bouquet of wildflowers held a soft glow. Plucked from high and low about the Haligtree each flower had its own faint sweet scent, just enough to notice but not overpower. "The breeze whispered word that you admire flowers," Miquella said as he held out the bouquet in offering. "I hope they are too your liking."

" Oh! I do, very much!" an eager confession is quickly spoken from behind humbly crossed hands. Green hues peer from behind their cover, already studying the flora in awe: some were familiar, while there were many she has never seen. And the scent, even combined from many species, lingers pleasantly around them.

Fingers unfold, and reach for the bouquet as soon as it is offered, bringing it close to her face. With closed eyes, she may indulge in the sweetness as " Thank you", is spoken against the petals of foreign origin. A little while longer, before head lifts from the colors. Her words, as innocent and naive as the freshness of blooms: " Did the breeze truly whisper such? And how would it know... I have never seen flowers like this, to be honest!"

[travmsoldat]

Though I do not have Helga anymore (and I could kick myself for that) I'm so happy to see people from way back when rise from the ashes recently! Though I didn't really disappear from the RP scene here myself I have been chasing that old feeling ever since and I know that spark is still around somewhere :)

JENN! i feel the exact same way when i notice ppl from way back when still around!!! it's so nice to see folks (like you) still at it -- along with all the new ppl of course! but i know exactly what you mean about that old feeling, my friend Al ( @ababwa ) and i have been talking about it a lot recently (over discord). tumblr's still great and everything, but i really do miss how everything was back then. there was sooo much activity, sooooo many creative and weird ideas, and plots that were so thoroughly developed and followed up on and lots and lots and lots of writing, like deep, 10+ threads every day that had ongoing plots and titles (rmr everyone was titling our threads just bc there were so many just for one partner??), everyone (like 80 blogs and more at once) sending a million asks a day back and forth, connected universes and timelines across accounts, and adventure chats where we all rp'd sound bites of our characters for like hours a day. obv we're all older now and life gets in the way but mannn. nostalgia bites back hard doesn't it!!! it's NOT like there's none of that now -- don't get me wrong, there's still so much lovely things to see every day here. but i think you really had to be there to know just how much fun and communal tumblr rp was 2012-2016ish? and the best part about it was that it was so ... cringe but free ?? sometimes ?? there was no inferiority complexes about who has the best graphics / icons / themes and stuff because we all just had the same stuff and were all just super locked in on writing really deep threads and stories -- again, NOT like there's none of that here anymore. but there rly was a spark that i loved abt that era in particular that i'm trying to carve out for myself here and find again. :) i knowww saying all that makes me sound like some old lady. it's not like back then was perfect at all (god knows how stupid the drama was too). but it's kinda like how ppl talk abt when tumblr was at its prime too bc it coincided with that era. to me, the scale and universality of how creative and active and writing-heavy tumblr rp was back then is something i haven't seen in any online community ever since. i'm excited to see what this new world of tumblr rp has to offer tho. and i'm glad i still get to see ppl like you around having fun and chasing that spark. :3

[a-tarnished-soul]

A Miq divider?!

Miquella Divider! sorry it took so long;;

[vicarlunares]

cont. — @empyreau

St. Trina looks upon her whole. Her skin shivered under the passing breeze with all the uncomfortability of a fresh wound soaking under wet bandages. A body cleaved from golden essence, all she hath ever known was this pliant vulnerability that came with its own aches; bone && blood deep.

Sleeping eyes peer open, her face fixed into a pleasant smile. For all that she suffers, she could not hate. There live no such notion nor drive within her body to do so, for her furtive heart swelled with an immense affection to carry all of which Miquella has none.

" You recognize this now? " St. Trina's voice never raises above a sickly whisper," of all that you've given, is the lands far and few in between truly beyond you, dear? "

No accusation was raised, but she must ask," what was the point? "

[h-a-unted]

[ Be advised, friendly care package inbound for Target ID: Zoe Baker ( @empyreau ) ]

"You're Baker, right?" She had heard the rumors here and there, didn't really think it was real until the girl was succesfully saved. Not that she didn't believe in Redfield, more like that whole Baker Family situation felt like a really bad trip...

Though was she one to talk, dealing with The Cradle and The Guild itself?

The world got crazier and crazier with each passing moment. These small wins were much appreciated. Internally, Anderson shakes her head and, though she keeps her mask on, a smile forms. A hand is extended to the other for a shake, if Zoe so wishes.

"You're a legend for surviving literal hell, somehow." Anderson pauses, clearing her throat in the process. God, she feels so awkward, trying to strike a conversation, despite this being her own decision. For some reason, she wanted to talk and she would do it, even if it was for a minute. "Are you holding up well? If there's anything you need, Specter Two is here for you, alright?"