#lastlycoris

[millenniumdueled]

@lastlycoris

nope that would be too easy to fix hahahaaaaaaa

[zagrean]

@creepy-crowleys @lastlycoris

More people to meet! Darkness, I'm realizing I've probably been introducing myself to more people than I've ever spoken to in my entire life. Is that sad? It seems a bit sad, now that I've gotten it in writing.

Well met to the both of you! I'm Zagreus. How are you doing tonight?

[witchofthescions]

turquoise: favorite sea animal?

Color Asks

Ever since I got a blessing that can let me breathe underwater I've spent so much time just swimming around looking at all the underwater critters and it's so hard to come up with a single favorite? There's so many things that live in the sea, oh my gods. There's so many more types of fish than I ever thought there were! And there's clams—have you ever seen how those things move?? It's wild! Oh, and starfish just kinda sit there, chilling. And anemones... I ain't sure if those are fish or plants or what but they're cool!

[holyhappyhour]

@lastlycoris

definitely the first one lol

[1awyerup]

Drabble + Conflict

" ... Were you even LISTENING to me, Martin? "

[When Parsley pipes up, the tone of his voice is disbelieving-- incredulous for all the world, although he speaks it so quietly. Tentative, almost like... it's a revelation to him, and he's unsure how to tackle it. Perhaps hypocritical in a way that his words cut Martin's off mid sentence. He doesn't let him finish speaking, taking his turn at being the one who won't hear it out in full. Clicking the pen in his hand once, twice, too many times before he stills his hand. The designer stutters in place for only a moment, golden eyes gone a touch wider, but it's a moment where those same eyes don't look in his direction as his boyfriend continues on in the same manner he was before. His smile doesn't even twitch out of place, and somehow? He's only the second most stubborn man Parsley has met.]

" 'Course I was. I'm sitting right next to you, y'know. "

[Martin says it so casually; it rolls right off of his tongue and the slightest shrug of his shoulder, careless like that. But Parsley is fairly familiar with the irritable sensation that sparks in his chest, a low burn as his brows furrow. He's familiar with the way Martin moves, always intentional. And he knows it’s a lie.]

" Yeah... I know. "

[They're sitting right next to one another, working on their own separate projects. Parsley, a recent case he's taken on that's proven to be more work than anticipated. Martin, with different scraps of cloth scattered around him in a frustrating halo of clashing patterns. Yet the lawyer can't help but eye the distance between them and feel its emptiness for the first time tonight. It only seems a larger gap to bridge when Martin sighs, heavy and pointed, and he finally looks up from his lap. Dropping the shimmery material he'd been fussing at. When their eyes meet, the businessman in him recognizes that look immediately. Parsley swallows thickly, an acknowledgment of the elephant in the room he can sense readying to charge through... and he already knows.]

[This will not be a discussion. This is going to be an argument.]

" Uh huh ... So what's with that look, then? I told you I was listening, didn't I? "

[It takes the whole of him not to flinch, not to let the sharpness in that question leave a scratch on his measured exterior. There's a wall that doesn't give beside him, with long red hair. Does he really want to get into that? Is it really worth the fight, tonight? For a long while, they just look at one another. Martin is still smiling, yet to a trained eye it's a grimace more strained and thin than usual. Disingenuous. His patience in this standoff is scathing, a silent opposition that hangs heavier in the air the longer he doesn't get a response. Parsley considers carefully whether this is an argument that needs to be had, and be had Right Now. It makes his stomach twist in the most GUILTY and slimy way that his gaze dares to tear away from Martin and dash towards the table, where his work sits unfinished despite the deadlines and expectations creeping closer towards it.]

[... He doesn't realize that he'd gone so rigid, back straighter than a ruler, until there's a noticeable slump in his posture. Until his whole body isn't readying for the confrontation it foresees ahead, and he doesn't look back at Martin at all. It's a reluctant retreat, but a retreat all the same. Reaching once more for one of the papers there on the tabletop, Parsley conveniently shuffles his body a bit further away from Martin on the couch in the process.]

" ... Right. Sorry. Just forget I said anything. "

[It's what he's good at, running away from the hard discussions. Still, it takes restraint he didn't think he possessed not to bite his reply out-- not to grind it from between his teeth, digging his heels into the carpet. It's a defeat that he can't surely describe, as if it were at his own hands, to bow his head and run away from something he started. It's shameful. And he's sure to remind himself that he chose that even as he dives headlong back into his work. That he chose this feeling, and more importantly, that he chose his career.]

[Knowing full well, of course, the things he should've been choosing instead.]

[pythiaba]

@lastlycoris : What's so special about those urls?

tend to be captor dudes and idk i just enjoy the way they talk and they seem to reblog a lotta stuff i end up liking

[valorxdrive]

2. First muse?

)_%@#()%)@$ UGHHHHH

...

An OC by the name of Blizzard the Hedgehog.

They were the clusterfuck combination of mildly self-inserty with it being my first time of RP, alongside of everything I found cool at the time in middle school. I was out here here being a rascal on the old RP forum that  all stemmed from too.

I can feel the back of my head burning even while talking about this. LMAO. While these are my roots, I have to brave giving them a good close up look. I wanted to just run around and have adventures back at that point. I didn’t even hesitate to bump into closed threads thinking everything was open long as it was in the RP of the forum. But somehow, being a rascal led to some folks who really wanted to brush up my RP skills over into a Naruto OC forum, and viola! It actually led to a time I massively enjoyed but also partially regretted due to not knowing better. LMAO

[tangooftears]

65. Favorite condiment?

Uhhh... I don't really... use them.

D. Does soy or teriyaki sauce count. I guess I never considered it a condiment until I had to come up with an answer and I like, actually reliably use those when it makes sense to.

Otherwise I don't really. Touch it. Not for any real reason other than "it's fine without" and "I don't really think about it".