#naftis

[bluehealr]

@naftis​​  cast  sending  : “ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼  𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙰𝙸𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙾𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚂,  familiar  and  comforting.  tiefling  sat  upon  the  shore  ,  shoes  cast  aside  ,  letting  cold  waters  brush  against  her as  wash  in  and  out.  overhead  an  endless  expanse  of  sky  ,  light  by  stars.  under  it,  jester  feels  so  small.    "  It's  not  that  I  don't  want  to  be  protected  fjord  ,  but  you  know  how  when  we  all  first  met?  you  guys  decided  i  was  the  cleric.  so  that  means  ,  that  i  have  to  look  after  you  guys.  "  her  words  prattle  on,  dancing  around  his  question.  she's  good  at  pretending,  at  playing  her  role.  freckle  features  give  way  to  the  smile  she's  practiced,  the  one  she  knows  how  to  wear  so  well.  hues  to  shift  to  him,  how  he  looks  so  at  home  ,  so  at  ease.  fjord  had  never  had  any  walls  with  her  ,  not  really.  and  now  maybe  ,  she  owed  him  the  same.  

"  i  just  .  .  .  i'm  not  pretty  like  my  mama,  or  strong  like  yasha  or  beau.  and  nott,  she's  really,  really  smart.  she's  the  brains  when  we  solve  our  cases  or  come  up  with  our  plans.  "  her  words  are  sad  ,  softer,  despite  the  laughter.  "  and  you  know,  even  though  i  really,  really  hated  avantika?  she  knew  what  she  wanted  fjord,  and  she  went  for  it.  "    everything  flowing  so  freely  from  her  now  like  an  endless  down  pour.  "  and  i'll  never  be  like  any  of  them.  i'm  just  .  .  .  jester."    she  had  tried  to  squeeze  herself  into  molds  of  others  ,  to  be  polished  and  desirable  like  her  mother,  but  she  would  never  be  the  ruby.  arm  rises,  wiping  at  eyes  with  embroidered  sleeves  of  her  dress.  “ and just jester . . . isn’t really worth protecting. i  don’t  know  what  i  would  do,  if  anything  happened  to  any  of  you,  but  especially  you  fjord,  because  of  me.  “ 

[gcssipping-blog]

- ̗̀  SCREENSHOTS BY GLC !!

last night, it seemed that twitter was the platform of choice for @fmuestelle to vent, but her regularly scheduled melt down was made a bit lighter by friends @fvckelysia and @naftis coming in with a few ribs. at least she SEEMED to end her night on a high note, so we decided to do the same with this post. here are a few of our favourite tweets from the night featuring the aforementioned hasan nafti, @vctv, and a very cryptic and intriguing tweet from celebrity photographer @tonyluciano-rp. why so S A L T Y, tony ??

[fmuestelle]

naftis replied to your chat: @estelleacosta: I would very much like to be...

i’m glad u enjoyed that

how dare u call her out like that i’m crying omfg 

[gcssipping-blog]

- ̗̀  SPOTTED BY GLC !!

16 AUGUST, hasan nafti and morgan hudson leaving the titan @naftis​ @nsfmorgan​

[bluehealr]

@naftis​​  cast  sending  :  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe .

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂  𝙰  𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷  𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙽  painted  upon  the  tiefling's  feautres  ,  as  nimble  fingers  give  a  tug  to  ensure  mistletoe  will  not  fall  from  cabin's  door  frame.  violet  hues  dart  around  what  she  can  catch  of  the  deck  ,  making  sure  captain  of  the  vessel  is  out  of  sight  for  now.  jester  had  decorated  the  nein  heroez  much  earlier,  covered  in  twinkling  lights  ,  festive  hues  of  red  and  green,  and  tinsel  adorned  most  railings.  Winter's  Crest  had  been  her  favorite  holiday,  since  being  a  small  child.  Marion  and  herself  would  spend  extra  time  together  on  those  days,  decorating  their  home  and  eating  treats.  While  there  was  no  snow  in  Nicodranas  or  here  on  the  sea,  Jester  had  still  found  ways  to  make  things  feel  festive.   And  part  of  that  she  ensured  was  the  mistletoe,  now  hanging  in  door  frame  that  led  to  their  shared  cabin.  She  had  managed  to  pick  it  up  on  their  last  stop  in  port,  doing  her  best  to  keep  it  hidden.  jester  waits  as  patiently  as  she  can  ,  knowing  fjord's  routine  well.  violet  hues  take  notice  of  fading  paint  around  the  door  frame  ,  and  she  sets  to  work  bringing  her  art  back  to  life.  pastel  colors  bring  to  life  her  memories  ,  time  spent  with  the  rest  of  the  mighty  nein.  a  way  to  keep  the  group  with  them.  Winter's  Crest  meant  time  for  reunion,  and  there  was  so  much  she  wanted  to  tell  all  of  them.  She  could  only  squeeze  so  much  in  with  her  sending  spell,  and  being  in  person  again  would  be  like  old  times,  all  the  time  they  had  spent  on  adventures.   she  lights  with  excitement  as  she  catches  familiar  face,  quickly  abandoning  paints  to  the  side.  small  frame  leans  against  the  door  frame,  hues  glancing  up  at  the  half-orc.  ❝look  fjord  ,  i  wonder  who  placed  this  here.❞  eyebrows  raise  at  him  ,  finger  pointing  towards  mistletoe  that  hangs  above  them.  ❝  i  guess  this  just  means  that  we  have  to  kiss,  or  like  we'll  get  bad  luck  forever,    you  know?  ❞  she  stands  upon  tip  toes  ,  lips  pressing  gently  against  his.

[traavelers]

@naftis​ said: 🎁

   “ Fear’s only a choice -- one that we all must make someday. “

The Menagerie Coast is all Mollymauk can ask for, if he’s honest.  From the magnificent colors of the guards’ custom uniforms, to the sparkling waters of the ocean, to the glorious company of Jester’s world-renowned mother, he can say with the most confidence that Nicodranas is his favorite city so far.

He’s admitted it to Fjord while the pair have been sitting here under the light of the moons, speaking in hushed voices of what the next step might be.  They were, after all, here for him, too.  For something from his past.  Considering the tension in his shoulders, Mollymauk can assume the half-orc’s past holds a surprising amount of pain.

Gently, he gives Fjord a gentle shoulder nudge.  A small smile.

“ So know you’re not alone in this. “

rain clouds by the arcadian wild

[beaubalt]

Her eyes don’t as much roll as they do turn up to look at Fjord with an agitated visage. Where else would he find her? This is the exact location they said to meet. Although she was getting more worried by the minute. The Nien are her family now which is not something she has extended experience with. Not the kind that she truly cares for, at least. She has TJ even though the monk knows she’s let him down somehow. They aren’t together. Left with a family that willingly gave her to another group that never really wanted her around. At least he was a son, that’s what her parent’s always wanted anyway, not her.       “I’m here, just like I said I would be. What took you so long-- caught up with someone?”    She snarks playfully, crossing her arms to calm her worry and create an air of nonchalance. 

@naftis​​  ;  “ i thought i might find you here. ”

[bluehealr]

♡   ┈  @naftis​  gets  a  starter  !  

𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚒𝚜  𝚊  𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  ,  paint  stained  and  splattered  is  her  skin,  while  inky  blue  strands  are   disheveled  from  warm  sea  winds.  jester  lavorre,  radiant  sapphire.    journal  is  replaced  with  canvas  and  easel  ,  at  least  for  today.  paint  brush  is  balanced  delicately  in  one  hand  ,  while  the  other  holds  a  pastry  (  a  little  stale  ,  but  she  doesn't  mind  ).  canvas  is  brought  to  life  in  shades  of  blues  ,  greens  and  browns.    a  keepsake  of  these  moments  in  time.  her  focus  the  captain  ,  trying  to  capture  all  the  little  details  she  loves  about  him  the  most.  but  it  isn't  enough  ,  because  she  will  never  be  able  to  paint  the  way  he  makes  her  heart  race  ,  the  way  he  fills  her  with  butterflies.  the  hope  he  gives,  the  way  he  loves.  it  is  all  she  has  dreamed  of,  and  so  much  more. brush  set  aside  ,  wondering  over  to  fjord.    pressed  on  tip  toes  ,  she  gives  kiss  upon  his  cheek.  ❝  i'm  going  to  make  sure  everyone  knows  that  like,  you're  the  best  bad  ass  pirate  on  all  the  sea  with  this  painting.  ❞  she  grins  at  him  ,  that  mischievous  spark.  ❝  but  also  like  the  most  handsome  too.  it's  totally  the  tusks,  they  way  they've  grown  out,  y'know?  ❞  she  continues  ,  her  words  trailing  on.    her  home  is  not  a  place  ,  not  this  ship.  but  instead,  her  home  is  fjord.  where  he  goes  ,  where  their  adventure  will  lead  ,  she'll  be  right  at  his  side.