#smallestyilessemage

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‘ I’m like a scarf trick, it’s all up the sleeve - ’ (and the smoll mage proceeds to pull out a blue flower from his sleeve for you. what a smoll child.)

Death of a Bachelor starters

       DISBELIEF PLAGUES STARSTRUCK features as Nicolette stares down the rose held delicately in the other’s hand. Perhaps the greatest question is why it is suddenly offered up in her direction — as if he’s GIVING it to her, and for the life of her she can’t imagine why. Either way, she’s a little more concerned, and AMAZED, that he’d pulled it out of his fucking SLEEVE, of all places. How it didn’t die shoved in his shirt, she can’t possibly fathom. It’s a GODDAMN MYSTERY and she’s silent as she accepts the gift, placing it behind her ear for safe keeping.

     ❝ Uh… thanks… ❞

[forseeing-exalt-archived-blog]

So heeey - what's your opinon of Laurent now? - TOTALLY NOT RICKEN IN SUPER AMAZING DISGUISE HONEST.

Drop your Muse’s name in my inbox and I’ll reveal my Muse’s opinion of them… | Accepting!

Most admirable quality: The most admirable? Probably his inclination to assist others before even thinking of himself, but I can think of many others.Most attractive physical feature: Well... um... I can’t pick just one. If I had to pick one, I would say his eyes.Most annoying habit: Not giving himself credit. He never does, but I guess that’s just a part of who he is.Something they would like to do with them: Go on dates, cuddle with him, make sure that he never feels alone again.

By the way, Lucina is not convinced that this is not in fact Ricken. Sounds too much like him. And she is pretty sure that he’s asked this question before. Because she is sure this is in fact Ricken, that is the reason she is answering. (Unless this was Laurent himself.)

[ruinguard-blog]

time to book it

@smallestyilessemage

In the silence of the library, if one strained their hearing they could pick up the soft turning of pages, the scratching of pencils on paper, the tapping of wandering minds and fingers, and the barest muffling of laughter. Toriel sat in the far corner of the library, books stacked to her side on the table but her attention was focused not on the various books on snails and Koi’s history but on the joke book she had found and placed on her lap. Though she attempted to quiet her laugh, snorts and giggles erupted in short bursts from beneath her hands. While she was too far for any librarian to hear her, her laugh was audible to anyone browsing the nearby sections.

[armorfile-blog]

"I understand the want to be taken seriously, but you future kids should smile sometimes too! Soo ➚ !"

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➚Tickle them

          Her mood had dropped; she felt a sense of homesickness being separated from her comrades and her family. Always, she had carried a brave expression, masking internal emotions that would often arise. She fought be be as strong as the armor she carried, after all.

          However, her state had apparently become obvious to the other Sheppard. The younger generation carried their own burdens, but his statement was correct. ❝I appreciate your concern b- w-wait, what are you doing?!❞

          She wasn’t a stranger to being tickled, although she had to admit that barely anyone had dared to get in such close range to the other. The Sheppard was only human; like anyone else she found herself squirming, attempting to withhold her laughter and gasping for breath each time a single syllable would leave her mouth. 

                 ❝O-okay, okay- ! Hah- You win, I-I’m smiling- haha!❞

[galeforxe]

smallestyilessemage:​

“G-golly…I hope nobody got too angry. Oh, but hey! I didn’t know you were here, Cynthia! Sure is nice to see you again! Are the others all doing okay too?”

“Well I do go wherever the wind takes me.  As far as I know everyone is just dandy, although the lack of correspondence from Owain is slightly concerning.”

[kalosregionslittledarling]

>> smallestyilessemage

“Wow, today’s windy…”

[ Serena muttered under her breath, using one hand to hold down her skirt before she accidentally flashed everyone nearby her. At least she was wearing skin tight shorts underneath it, though. But still, that would’ve been embarrassing. She used her other hand to hold down her hat, and ran over to the nearest bench. She plopped down and took her hat off, holding it with her mouth as she put her hair up into a ponytail. Though, she was caught off guard when something had hit her in the face and startled her so bad she fell off the bench. She let out a squeak and caught whatever it was that her in the face, and stared down at it. ]

“Oh, it’s someone’s hat…”

[ She took notice to someone running over in her direction, and a small smile formed upon her lips. ]

“Is this yours, by any chance? It kind of…hit me in the face, if you couldn’t tell. It caught me off guard so bad it knocked me off my seat.” She giggled.

[fallxnidol]

smallestyilessemage replied to your post:RICKEN HAVING A CRUSH ON KEIKO IS THE CUTEST THING...

((ooc note: wheezes I’m glad u think the m!a is cute too pats ricken - u can respond to the closed thread when you wish to!))

This M!A just further proves the point that Ricken is a precious cinnamon bun who needs to be protected at all costs <3

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lost boy // smallestyilessemage

smallestyilessemage

There are so many places to be and so many people to see when you enter a whole new society! Shops, theaters, parks, gardens... they’re all so big and exciting. Then, of course, there’s home. Apparently here there are apartments for all of the citizens to stay at, which is great. Unfortunately, though, Gregory wandered so much today he’s currently unaware of where he is, and has no clue where “home” even is.

Well, Greg is definitely a trooper and so is his frog! They can travel anywhere, any time to find the apartments they belong in. But it’s getting late, the sun is beginning to set, and he’s already getting sleepy. It was a long first day, and he saw a lot of things. For a little boy to go through so much, it isn’t surprising that he’s already so worn out. “I’m getting tired...” he yawns, looking down at his frog. “Are you tired too? You look tired.”

This certainly is a predicament, since he wants to sleep but has no idea where to find his own home. Luckily, something he’s learned to resort to is ask for directions. Finding a young man standing only a short distance away, Greg walks up to him with his frog.

“Hi, mister! Me and my frog need help getting home. Can you tell me how to get to...” he stops, thinks, and scratches his head. What was the name of his apartment building again? Oh no. “Um... I don’t remember where I have to go. Can you still help us? We’re kinda lost.”