#scriptedfates

[purr-ince-blog]

“Can you explain memes to me?” - Corrin

     X [OPEN]

     Adrien paused, steaming spoonful of the camp stew halfway to his mouth. “Uh.” he said intellectually. 

     “It’s uh-they’re…kind of like…” he was struck suddenly with how much he missed Nino, “A bunch of inside jokes that the whole internet knows about?” 

[avumilitaris-blog]

@scriptedfates | Starter Call

{📚} “Whoa! I didn’t realize you were there! You didn’t get hit by that lightning spell I cast, did you?”

[tactofties-blog]

&&. Tact Talk.

@scriptedfates liked for a starter! 

“See, that’s what I thought at first too! But look closer!” Tanned finger traces over a faded map contained within a WELL-LOVED book. As he speaks, his voice remains just as loud as he is enthusiastic. “The strategy they’re trying to show in this isn’t right. They didn’t take the nearby forest into account at all and that would give them the advantage of cover while leaving their enemies completely bare!”

[acelin-blog1]

Acelin stumbled forward, the featureless dirt road blurring below him, the edges of his vision darkening. He realized in some distant way that he should be worried, but he couldn’t muster the strength to care. He only knew he had to keep moving. He couldn’t stop. His escape had been comprised almost entirely of that rare commodity, luck, and he wasn’t keen on relying on its continued viability. 

All at once, the ground rushed up to meet him, and Acelin found himself face first in the mud at the side of the road. Acelin groaned, the dull throb of pain in his side flaring to a biting pain at the impact. He tried to stir. Any delay could mean his death, and his pulse pounded an insistent rhythm in his skull. Even as he realized this, though, Acelin’s vision was slowly darkened until, mercifully, everything was blackness.  

[outrealmed]

@scriptedfates !

               ❛ Kiran! I need you to send me back -- I can’t work under these conditions. ❜

[convxction]

“So, it is a challenge. Who gets more fishes is the winner.” he picked the scoop and grinned at Corrin. “Let’s see who will win, Corrin!”

Festival time! @scriptedfates (Corrin)

[outrealmed]

       He knew there were matters that needed his attention -- that if he didn’t leave soon Fredrick or one of the servants would seek him out -- but it was becoming increasingly difficult to tear himself away from his wife, and without warning his fingers carded through her wheat-gold hair, caressing the strands between his fingertips.

      ❛ ... ❜

@scriptedfates !!

[purr-ince-blog]

“What’s going on here? Where am I? Who are you?” - River

X [OPEN]    

 “I’ll explain it all later!” Cat Noir said, “But it’s not safe here, we have to go. Come with me.”

     He held out his hand.