#nomadiisms

[numinous-vagary]

Anonymous asked:

Mistletoe + Mirage and Hallow!!

SEND MISTLETOE + THE URL OF ONE OF MY WRITING PARTNERS FOR OUR MUSES TO FIND EACH OTHER UNDER MISTLETOE!

Mention: @nomadiisms​

Mirage loved holidays. Holidays meant themed shows, themed costumes, special decorations in most of the cities and towns- it was all a lovely change of pace, and the wonder certain holidays instilled in everyone was always a delight to witness. This year however, they weren’t traveling alone. This year, they were with Hallow- and Mirage simply couldn’t pass up the chance for holiday themed mischief. As they’re walking about the small city, re-stocking on their supplies- mirage spots mistletoe hanging from an archway, and they can hardly stop the mischievous little smile that threatens to cross their face. Whilst distracting Hallow by pointing to a shop window and pretending to be very enthused about some ridiculous idea for a new show, they cast mage hand behind them- sending it to grab the delicate little plant, and sneakily bring it over so that the it hangs just above their heads. “mh, fine, fine- maybe it’s not my brightest idea.” Mirage sighs, giving up on her ‘idea’ a bit quicker then usual- then, the changeling feigns a look of curious surprise as they point above Hallows head. “hang on, angel- whats that above you?“ This time they can’t contain their amused, smug grin as Hallow looks up- and then back down at them with a look of exasperation. Mirage tries their best to look innocent- despite the very obvious magical hand holding the mistletoe above them VERY obviously belonging to her. “huh. how ODD. well, you know what that meaaaans~” Mirage winks, holding back a giggle as they lean in and take Hallow’s chin in their hand. “you gonna kiss me or not, angel~?”

[ethereal-jule]

Anonymous asked:

👀 Porrima just squeaks in surprise and covers his eyes before trying to turn around and leave, his face turning bright red. "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" ;; @nomadiisms​

send 👀 to catch my muse skinny dipping

It had been a spur of the moment decision, the- well.. skinny dipping. Such things were not usually how julian spent his time, but when given access to a hotspring to rid him of the usual chill, with no one else around... well, there was a first time for everything, and he had been terribly chilled... He’d not expected anyone else to join him- let alone someone he was familiar with- a slight flush raising to his pale cheeks as he sank down enough in the water to hide anything indecent- “i-it’s, um. it’s quite alright-” Julian manages. He was quite flustered as well, but seeing the others reaction had him almost more amused then anything.. Before Porrima could make his escape, Julian rests his arms on the edge of the pool- a small, amused, smirk rising to his flushed face. “... i take it by your reaction that you don’t wish to join me then?~” He teases, tilting his head to the side.

[silva-vinandi]

Anonymous asked:

It didn't take a genius to see that Talyn was acting a bit differently today than any other day. And of course, being raised to prepare Azkin's vessel, Hallow had to know a bit about him. Today was his birthday, and now that he thought about it, the aasimar remembered seeing people celebrate stuff like that. Talyn seemed more hopeful? Happy? He'd made it another year. Hallow didn't really know what to do, other than make tea for him and awkwardly present it to him. "Here." ;; @nomadiisms​

Indeed, Talyn was grateful that he’d made it another year. There was hope in his chest that maybe he’d make it another. He was occupied with his current activity - it was too cold to do outside chores today, so instead he set upon repairing his old scarf. He was just finishing up by using his teeth to cut the thread when his eyes flicked over and took note of Hallow setting a teacup down on the side table next to him.

Interesting. Hallow didn’t seem the type to do something like this for other people. Least of all Talyn.

“Oh, thank you Hallow.” Even so, Talyn seemed grateful. He doubted that Hallow would do anything to hurt him. He was specifically instructed to keep Talyn alive, after all. So, he felt no danger as he picked the cup up and sighed in content as it warmed his hands.

He sipped it, and the tip of his tail curled upward, a sign that he was pleasantly surprised. Happy, even. Though it begged the question: Why now? Out of all the days to do something like this, only to have it done on his birthday... He never recalled telling Hallow about it.

“I.. have to ask... Um.. h-how much do you know about me..? I think I’d be really stupid to think that this was just coincidence.”

[kolak-magiya-a]

@nomadiisms​ asked:

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱   + reverse ;; nomadiisms, Xadai to Porr, probably after a close call with some fire??

It was his fault. That was what ate at him the most.

One moment, things had been fine. He was here on work, but Porrima didn’t need to know that. He had shadowed his target, a scuffle had taken place, and Xadai had to flee the scene, unaware that a candle had fallen in the fight and set fire to the building rather quickly.

In just a short time, the building was up in flames. People were screaming as they rushed out in a panic. Xadai himself fought against the crowd, heading inside looking for Porrima.

There, hidden under a table. Xadai made his way over, and crouched down beside it.

“Porrima, we have to go!” He called, reaching out for the rabbitfolk as the boards on the floor above them creaked and groaned.

[unsungxheroes]

[Minosh] Bounties and Bargains

@nomadiisms​

 Although Minosh had never warmed up to any of the mountain dwelling folks - namely dwarves, but anybody who chose to leave behind the big blue sky in order to pass their years in caves, mines and underground tunnel systems warranted his suspicion - this he would have to give them: The air up here was something else. Crisp and clean, a somewhat earthy scent void of all flowery sweetness but instead subtly spiced, laced with the notion of crystal clear waters and distant snow. He could smell it even here inside the town, mixed with the salty sweat of its inhabitants, the fumes of cooked meat and the smoke of fires burning in the blacksmith nearby.

  Alas, no matter how much the unusual breeze blowing through his hair intrigued him, Minosh could have thought of a dozen other places he would have rather spent his days. Not everybody in this part of the mountains had built their homes beneath ground, but still he couldn’t help but feel a little claustrophobic at the sight of those gigantic hilltops towering over him like ancient gods watching his every step.

  His gaze trained on the three wooden cups before him, he tried his best to ignore the looming presence as he quickly started to shuffle them around. Blue fingers moved with quick precision, always aware of the location of the pea hidden within one of the cups but trying to conceal it from his small audience. Finally, he leaned back, crossed his arms and allowed the cups to come to rest in a neat line next to each other.

 “Well, well, well. Which one is it? Did you pay attention?”

[ceruleanscarred-a]

@nomadiisms

Moving through new towns was always a gamble. Would people ignore the towering blue, or would people stare and comment under their breath, possibly confront or harass her? She was on her guard as she passed through the town she didn’t even know the name of. But there was a sense of nervousness about her...

Lately she’d been feeling uneasy, she’d been having trouble sleeping as her mind was plagued with the possibility that she could be considered a criminal, and if there were people after her. It was possible, she was guilty of murdering a man in cold blood after all.... True it was to protect herself, but he hadn’t stood a chance.

As she scanned the small crowd in the street, she spotted someone. For a moment she forgot that it was early winter, and only saw the cloak as a sign of wanting to be hidden. Who were they hiding from? Were they looking at her? She couldn’t tell, and that made her anxious. But anxiety wasn’t a feeling she was very familiar with, so instead of moving on and trying to avoid the stressful situation or possible interaction, she was just.... staring at the cloaked stranger across the street. Wondering if they would move....

[chcsings]

@nomadiisms​ said: ““This place is cursed… I can feel it in my bones.” ;; from haemon!”

   “ Seems like a nice enough village. “  Even as he said that, though, Riley could feel a strange sort of feeling shoot down his spine as a passerby glanced at him.  While the streets were considerably cleaner than in other places he’d been in, something seemed to lurk just underneath the surface.

Unsettling, at the least.

“ Perhaps a drink would help soothe your nerves, “ he said nonetheless, offering his traveling companion a smile.  “ Or -- are you more of a soup person? “

[spiderpriest]

@nomadiisms​:    "I think you're lying."

         His lips press together in a flat line and his gaze moves from the other man ( a tiefling, he thinks?? he’s never met very many but the one on their boat certainly isn’t furry ).   The two share the somewhat - dry space under an awning while a summer storm pours down just past the edge of it,   trapping Camael in the unwanted conversation.

       Of course I’m lost,   the priest,   slightly battered and having made rounds in the large city all day trying to find where his companions were staying,   thought to himself when asked by the stranger.   He’s been lost much longer than today,   but,   today specifically he’s unsure his own whereabouts in the city and his nerves are frayed from the ordeals of the past few days.   Hence why he fidgets and adamantly avoids meeting the man’s eye. 

        ‘   I’m ... look,   don’t concern yourself with me,   I’ll find where I’m going,   ‘   Camael sighs after a pause drags out between them.