#scintillaeki

[herosburden]

Title: The! Vis sliver supply! Is dwindling! Requestee: Premo! That’s me!

Desc: There’s been an influx of newcomers lately!! Many of them cannot be sustained by food and, and…!! Our vis sliver supplies are getting low! I’ve been unable to gather enough by myself… the lives of your fellow villagers may be at risk!! So I’m requesting everyone’s help.

There’s been an influx of vis sliver crystals in Silvermoss Cave, so, um… you may want to look there first!! But don’t fall in the pool, please!

The snow falls in a light dust, and the threat of heavier clouds on the horizon is out of mind for now. You intend to head out alone today, as you always would, and enjoy a leisurely walk with a job to do that doesn’t involve tracking game.

But, as you set out from the town hall with your borrowed supplies, you spot a familiar face. It’s him... the artist guy. Maybe you should ask him his name some time. He doesn’t seem busy, so you approach shyly.

“Hey. Um.” Your voice sticks in your throat a moment too long, so you open your journal where you’ve written down the task among various scribbles, pointing to the words. “We...we can carry more, with two of us.”

@scintillaeki

[first-hero-blog]

@scintillaeki , let me borrow that...

Teeth grit as the end of his pencil scraped against thin paper, ripping the page and causing an unpleasant sensation up his arm as he reached the last of his eraser. A frustrated breath was huffed out calmly through his nose as much as he wanted to let it out in a growl.

His head picked up from where he sat down at The Crystal, always taking in his surroundings when in public. He placed his pencil down next to his papers, all covered in sketches and measurements and numbers that he was trying to perfect in the morning when most people were at their jobs and the tavern was still quite quiet. But there was one person sitting down, not to far from him, some kind of beverage at the end of the individual’s own project that he was working on. 

“You there,” Gilgamesh spoke up as he took a few steps to approach--he was only two tables over. He picked up an eraser sitting next to the person’s right hand. “I’m borrowing this.” No room for argument of course, as he turned to return back to where he had been seated. Who knows if borrowing was even an accurate word here?

[illusixnry]

@scintillaeki

Perhaps it would have been wise to take two trips carrying firewood, yet Touya felt that was a waste of time. He could carry all the firewood, no problem, who cares if he couldn’t see past the stack of firewood in his arms!

And yet, he did care the second he collided into something. Muttering numerous curses under his breath, he tries his best to not only maintain his balance, yet not drop the firewood, which he failed to do in the end.

With the firewood tumbling to the ground, along with the boy who thought he could carry it all by himself, it takes him a few brief seconds to realize it wasn’t something he had walked into, but rather someone.

“I’m so sorry, you’re not hurt, are you?” Panicked, he quickly scrambles to his feet, hoping they were unharmed.

[woodguard-blog]

🌎 & ⛔️

🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it?

In the broadest sense, no. A lot of Ryan’s journey in canon is to stop change (that is, stop evil from taking over the world), because his world - and the world of his friends - was originally at peace. There’s always been a balance to maintain, and as a Druid, Ryan has always been taught to maintain balance (in his specific case, the balance of nature).

For the most part, Ryan doesn’t want to do anything drastic that would change the world or any of its balances; rather, he just wants everything to stay how it used to be. Better.

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

Laws are very different from guidelines in the sense that laws are enforced by a higher authority (i.e. the police or the justice system), and the forest elves never had that higher authority so having an enforced legal system is new to Ryan. He definitely sees the merits of certain ‘laws’, like punishments for murder or grand larceny, but for the most part everybody has their reason for doing what they do and Ryan believes that a black-and-white list of rules and punishments isn’t very efficient for a society to follow.

Having that been said, Ryan definitely doesn’t see the harm in breaking less moral laws, like if somebody steals food when they’re in need or crosses the street when the light is green. Hell, he does it himself sometimes; his reasoning is, as long as it doesn’t do harm to others and it needs to be done, then it should be done.

[herosburden]

The Chateau glitters in pious opulence, like the ghost of what Hyrule Castle’s great halls used to be. This is not the Goddess you know, but you kneel before her statue as she silently weeps. As if you expect her to speak to you.

Without your camera, you are forced to document the sights of this world by hand—pencil scratches harshly against paper as you crudely sketch the statue’s form in your journal, going back over lines multiple times in an attempt to capture her finely carved details. It isn’t working very well. And anyone looking on would see you looking between your subject and your drawing with increasing desperation, humming faint noises of displeasure.

@scintillaeki

[thefalsechild]

“What’s wrong with eating paint?”

“If you really think eating paint is a good idea, I recommend the lead kind.”

[fighting-instinct-blog]

“ for once i feel like maybe i’m not letting anybody down ”

poetry prompts

“That’s... good,” Sasume answers carefully, with a heavy sigh. She’s trying to not actively bite at him in response, but she can’t help her grumbling, “Wonder what that feels like.”

[thefalsechild]

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