#fateshaped

[evoluers]

*          ‘ can i paint your nails ? ’   question is uttered ,  perhaps a bit out of nowhere ,  as piercing blues eye her unpainted nails eagerly .  they pull a bottle of deep red from their bag ,  holding it out in front of the other to show .   ‘ i got this color earlier ,  but i just had my own nails done the other day .  it would be a waste to paint them over already . . . ’     /     @fateshaped for arabella  s . c .

[shiibakiiba-blog]

              It had been too long since Akiba was here; an impromptu family vacation, something that Kenshin had suggested, left Akiba away from home for quite some time. Even though he was reluctant to go at first, not too keen on the idea of spending a long amount of time around his father ( even though they both knew it was very needed ), he had to admit that it was fun. He hadn’t spent that much time around his dad since he was young. And it was always a treat to have Kouta and Azumi in the same place at the same time as well.

              However, there was a certain basketball player that he missed more than anything during the entire trip ( Tsubomi, of course, being the only exception to that ).

              It was a gamble, Akiba assuming Grayson would be home and dropping by without so much of a heads-up text. Jetlag having already set in, a yawn overtakes him as knuckles knock against the door. Circles are dark under his eyes; hair messily styled, brushed through with his hand, strands of hair sticking out; glasses having been taken off and hung from the neck of his shirt, too smudged to look through, yet Akiba couldn’t be bothered to clean them. He doesn’t notice when his fingers enclose around his wrist, rubbing it; he’s anxious. Why should he be? It’s not like Grayson would be mad at him for being away for so long, right? Right.

@fateshaped | Grayson starter !

[kiiruna-a]

starter  | @fateshaped​ ( CASSIUS )

     the requiting team were all incompetent. military men , unable to see priorities beyond strength & skill with the sword. auriel couldn’t help feeling frustrated with them as he walked down the call of the palace , down towards the knight’s quarter. who had to clean up when rotten eggs had passed through the bunch? him. a scholar & a wizard , he was expected to be able to handle anything that felt strange but couldn’t quite be explained. after all , a vampire had been the high queen’s right hand for a century & no one had batted an eye , until auriel had exposed her. he still became bitter thinking about it.      he wasn’t nervous , but he couldn’t say he was excited either. he was not expecting to be attacked , but he also wasn’t sure if ‘ bond with him , gain his trust ‘ was a mission that suited an introvert like himself. people had a tendency to avoid him , & he had a tendency to avoid them. he had once been very popular & well - liked , but that was more thanks to his mother’s efforts than his own. now she was gone , & people had forgotten that he had a personality underneath his many robes & frown induced by stress. he had become authority , a boss , & people rarely took a liking to those whose words were expected to be treated as law.      opening the door , he attempted a smile. after all , he was not here to scold anyone. “ i’m looking for cassius. is he here? “ 

[draconicrider]

@fateshaped liked for a starter

It wasn't the first time he was spacing out while riding around the seemingly endless Paldean meadows, knowing he could allow himself a momentary lapse of attention as he trusted his Pokémon with his life. Zephyr however still felt the need to growl at him to snap out of his inner musings, right before he took a sharp turn off of their planned path.

Ignacio was quick to lean to the side and strengthen his grasp on the handlebars attached to his companion's harness, all while wondering why the Pokémon decided to veer so drastically off course. But he caught on fast, when he realized the route looked very familiar, and that an equally familiar ranch was coming into view.

As they came close to a fenced enclosure where a certain number of oddly-colored yet non-shiny Tauroses were grazing peacefully, Ignacio pulled on the handlebars, making his partner screech to a halt. He hopped off his partner's back, just as something caught the Cyclizar's attention and he ran off enthusiastically. Ignacio barely had time to register that the owner of the place was coming to greet them that Zephyr was already jumping on him, licking his face and smothering him with all of his reptilian affection.

Ignacio chuckled, as he went to help the poor man his partner so mercilessly assaulted back to his feet. He was glad to see his dear upperclassman had not changed at all.

"He really wanted to see you, it seems. How have you been doing, Scout?"

[silveratonement]

24. What about your muse are you most proud of?

Munday questions! (Not Accepting)

24. Things I'm proud of

Frankly speaking I'm very proud of what Lorenz is and has become over the years. He will always be something of a main muse for me by sheer virtue of him having been around for so long, I got to write him in more stories than any other muse I picked up, and I feel I get to know him a little better every times my brain goes on autopilot while I work on my replies. In a way, he has really taken a life of his own, and it's the most satisfying thing in the world to achieve with an OC.

He is a character I could only create the way he is now thanks to the friends I met thanks to him, and he is not done growing yet. I want to thank you all for sticking around and seeing this idiot crash, burn, get back up and occasionaly take some harsh truth to his face.

[pyrecrwned]

          he’s lost in thought as he travels down the street ,  head ducked low against the cold ,  relentless wind .  he barely registers the people passing him by ,  feet moving on muscle memory alone as they carry him towards his home .  cecil is tired ,  and all he wants to do is crawl under the sheets and hug his dog for the rest of the day .  perhaps he could even get his familiar far enough to join him on the bed . . .  ah ,  that’d be nice .

          the thought brings a smile to his face --  but it fades like snow in the sun when he catches sight of that familiar face .  it seems to be the only one he can see ,  but then again ,  how could cecil ever overlook those features . . . ?  feet come to a harsh standstill ,  breath catching in his throat as cecil can do nothing but look at his old friend .  uruha .  as he takes in the other ,  thoughts and memories come rushing back ,  or their time spent together ,  of learning and discovering ,  of such magnificent scales . . .

          but thoughts turn sour ,  the good memories followed by the ones haunting his sleep --  by ropes and tears and fire .  cecil had befriended uruha in a different century ,  and then he had died .  surely the news would have reached uruha ----  how was cecil to explain being here ?  chest tightens as breathing grows more and more rapid ,  and in his panic ,  the witch does the only thing he can think to do :

          he runs .     /     @fateshaped