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@distoretion asked:

Dis 🤝 Arda 4’10” (This is Known)

Since you asked in a comment about Trent's full height in demonic form (unfortunately there is no demonic avatar to represent his shape). Also Arda is there for funsies.

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(Closed starter- @the-mind-of-xelyn )

It wasn't abnormal for Willow to be out this late, roaming the streets all alone. It was the safest time for them to be out, at least as far as Willow was concerned. Tonight the stars were bright and they wanted to find a comfortable spot to just watch, preferably one where the grass wasn't so wet.

They'd decided a swingset would do just fine. They used their sleeve to wipe the moisture off the seat before they sat down. Grabbing the cold metal, Willow looked up at the sky, occasionally allowing their feet to kick. The swing gently swayed back and forth. It was quiet tonight, peaceful. Willow closed their eyes, acutely aware of their surroundings. They loved nights like this, nights where things were calm and they were clear headed. They could take in each sensation, everything that surrounded them, and just let themself feel.

Maybe that's why the stranger caught their attention so quickly. Willow hadn't heard her, she was far too quiet, but the android had sensed her presence. Something they could really only do in a calm headspace like this one. They tilted their head to the side, curiously watching the petite woman. It looked like she hadn't spotted Willow yet. What was she doing out here? Was she lost?

Silently, the android abandoned the swingset. Normally, they would leave a stranger alone, but she looked small and harmless. Maybe she needed help. With that thought in mind, Willow crept closer to the woman until they were no less than 10 feet away. "Hello," they absentmindedly wiggled their finger tips, head tilting to the side as they softly spoke," Are you lost?"

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@distoretion asked:

"Sketch!" Tor and Arda please

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@amused-bouche sent in a starter:

i don’t know why i’m talking so much. i haven’t said this many words in a row in forever. @ Arda from Myles

A contagious giggle escaped Arda's lips and she shook her head. "I don't mind, I like talking with you." Rocking gently back and forth on the balls of her feet, she clasped her hands in front of her dress and smiled at him. "You have some very interesting things to say. Tell me more about yourself."

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@distoretion asked:

🗣 Arda and Trent 😊

send 🗣 + 2 muses on my blog for a conversation between them

Craning her neck to look up at the very tall masked man, Arda stared with wide, wonder filled eyes and a gaping mouth. "You are big, mister," she said in awe.

Trent hadn't even noticed the girl until she spoke, suddenly looking down to see where the voice was coming from so he didn't accidentally step on the poor, tiny thing. "And you are very small, little one," he replied.

Arda smiled up at him. "Why do you wear a mask?" she asked with the same tone a curious child might use.

Trent couldn't exactly tell her the full truth, so simplified it to satisfy her. "It makes me feel safer."

Arda nodded her head, seeming to understand right away. "Sometimes people staring can feel scary," she said. "Hiding behind a mask probably makes it feel a little less scary."

"Exactly."

She frowned. "But doesn't that make more people look at you funny?"

"Sometimes," he answered. "But I still feel safer with the mask on."

Arda shrugged, supposing that was fair. "What about the black stuff all over you? Is it soot? Do you work sweeping chimneys?"

"No," Trent chuckled. "In my culture it provides protection," he answered. "We apply blessed ash and soot to the skin to seal in power and keep anything that can harm us out."

"Oh, how fascinating!" Arda put her hands together under her chin excitedly. "What culture are you from?"

Knowing he couldn't tell her he was a demon, he decided to twist the truth just a bit once more. "It's not one many have heard of, and hard for most to pronounce."

Sensing that he didn't want to tell her, Arda didn't push the issue. "Well, I am very glad to have met someone so interesting today. Thank you for being so kind and answering all my questions!" She beamed up at him.

Smiling softly he gave a slight bow to the short woman. "You are welcome, little one."

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@iunarmemories asked:

😈 — what chaotic decision would your muse drag others into? Errol + Arda

Errol would ask someone to run away with him, start a new life, travel, leave everything behind and go somewhere where no one knows their names.

Arda would drag someone out to go dancing with her and try to sneak into clubs where the bouncers won't let them in through the bathroom window.

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@distoretion asked:

😶 What’s your solution to the infamous Trolly Problem? For Alma, Arda, and Errol.

Alma frowns. "I would attempt to save as many lives as possible, so I suppose sacrificing the one would be my answer... I don't think I could live with myself afterwards, either way."

Arda looked sick to her stomach just thinking about it. "I would set the track to save as many people as I could and then I would run super speedy fast to the track with only one person and cut them free so everyone lives!"

"I don't think that's one of the options you-" Errol starts to argue but Arda cuts him off.

"LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU," she yells loudly, covering her ears.

Errol narrows his eyes before rolling them and moving on to his answer. "I'd set the track to kill as many as possible and then go and kill the last one myself. Why, you ask? Because I'd be the one that tied them all to the tracks in the first place because they'd all be corrupt politicians and the like and deserve to rot in hell anyways."

Alma gives Errol a look of disbelief. "If Arda can't choose to save everyone, why do you get to choose to kill everyone?"

Errol places a finger on Alma's lips, making him very uncomfortable. "Shhhhhh, it's okay. I make the rules."

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@distoretion asked:

Tor snorts and tugs her in the right direction. “Don’t worry, my uncle there so I know the layout pretty well.”

"I am glad you know where you are going," Arda nods, fully trusting Tor. "I am not very good with directions," she admits as she follows him, still holding his hand.