#spiritmarking

[niightwcves]

// just made some picrews of some of my fav ships

[a11sunday]

from: continued. featuring: iselda & astarion, @spiritmarking verse: bg3.

as they progressed towards their goal, she's had opportunity to observe the others she's welcomed into her party. all of them have been capable warriors, and some sneakier than others and could only trust so far as knowing they wanted the same thing. but, they've proven to be a well-balanced bunch, and she's not too eager to sever alliances unless given a reason to.

astarion gave her just that reason the other night. mouth parted, fangs poised over the vulnerable expanse of her throat. she still doesn't believe that he would have been satiated with just enough to quench his hunger if he succeeded in catching her offguard.

from whatever misplaced goodness of her heart or more likely having found him too useful to spurn away, iselda agreed to him remaining so long as he kept his hungers away from her and the other members of the party.

with every pump of her heart, blood streamed from the wound in her thigh, warm and sticky through her clothes. she shoots him a glare that says she'd beg to differ, but is quickly realizing that making the trek back to camp in such condition left them too vulnerable to attack.

"just know that if i weren't so spent, i would have fixed it myself." iselda finally relents, wincing as she leans away, allowing him a better look at her injury. "also know that i'm not so spent that i won't drive a stake through you."

[diisccvery]

@spiritmarking continued

His pride had cost him greatly, the image of their beloved vessel and companion burning before him still replaying in his memories. Even when hidden by fabulous disguise, the fact he couldn't shout his own goodbyes to her to save his identity would haunt him for the rest of his life.

To not be able to share in mourning, to swallow his thoughts.

He has never had to worry about his mouth running off more than it could back up, used to the loneliness, even with temporary companionship, Usopp never really minded those around him.

Well, with one glaring exception.

As the crew began to turn in for the night the deck became emptier, the lights hanging high above mingling the stars that began to come awake for the night. Walking up to her he's nervous, he owed her just as big an apology as he had owed Luffy and the gang.

Pulled into a sway he stumbled lightly, catching his feet as fingers intertwined with hers, second hand gliding down her back to hold her as the waves presented them with the wildest of orchestras.

"I know..I.. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking right. I've never had, this y'know? The Merry felt like a place I could truly call my home and watching it crumble apart without being able to prevent it.."

It reminded him of his mother. Not that he had the strength to say it out loud.

"I'm sorry I left you, I'm thankful the guys took care of you. You..you look alive."

Happy. Finally herself.

Chuckling nervously at the reminder he grinned scratching his nose as a cough followed.

"You gotta admit I looked pretty cool standing up to the ca-" His sentence dies upon her gaze, the atmosphere shifting as he's tugged down towards her.

"Kaya.."

As she graced him with the tender touch of virgin lips they stopped moving, rough hands holding onto her tighter, pulling her hips closer to his own as the space between them became inexistent.

[localcryptidmuses]

@spiritmarking ♥'d for a starter for marceline

"Look, I can respect the aesthetic or whatever, but your outfit could use some work... Right now, it's kind of a homeless, washed-up rockstar look..? You should commit more to the rockstar look. I think it would suit you." she says, to an absolute stranger -

[ambitiouslyher]

from: continued.

there are a variety of things she could do differently. she could have had her guards meet him in the driveway before he even managed to park his bike. she could have had them drag him in and toss him on the rug that was far more replaceable than the vintage couch she bought at an auction in italy. she could have called one of her on-call physicians to come and tend to him. but, nina doesn't do any of those things.

she's here, nearly toppling over next to @spiritmarking when she finally gets him seated on her couch. it's unbecoming, but she's always made jason her own personal problem, just as much as he makes it a point to keep that special space in her life.

pushing her hair back, she reaches for her claw clip on the coffee table, sweeping her long black hair together as she darts to the bathroom for towels and supplies. from there, nina carries on the conversation; "so, i can watch you fumble around and make it worse? as entertaining as that sounds--" she returns with towels that she lays down on the cushions, pushing him forward so she could drape a couple behind him before allowing him to settle back once more.

"--i would prefer spectating somewhere that isn't my private home." one of them, at least.

brandishing fabric scissors, nina unceremoniously cuts up the middle of his shirt as soon as they get his jacket off his shoulders and tossed somewhere behind the couch. "you coming here..." she mutters as she assesses his injuries. stitches she could do, but if there's anything worse internally ... maybe she would have to make a call. "was business in the neighborhood, or --? have you finally lost all sense of self-preservation?" there's no real threat there. he likely knows by now that if she really wanted to get rid of him, she'd want there to be a challenge involved. not him weakened and basically placed at her mercy.

"here--" she lays the first aid kit, complete with what would be needed for stitches, too, on his lap. "guide me. it has been a while."

[musexmosaic]

 🍒  + lightsideofseoul

positivity meme

aaaaah Caden! I love Caden so much! One of the kindest souls I've met on tumblr and I've been around a long time, lol. One of the first people I spoke with since I made this account. Now we just sit and watch our muses be silly with each other. Caden always makes me smile and is just such a joy to see on the dash. My muses love Caden's muses just as much as I love Caden.

All I can say to everyone is: RP with @lightsideofseoul !!!

[bulsoitan]

eyes are wide as he watches @spiritmarking dance, body twisting and spinning with ease. ( her footwork is impeccable -- it makes jay a little nervous as he tries to mime her movements carefully, his hands mimicking the way her own flex and twirl across her face. ) ❛ that, ❜ he starts, laughing softly to himself, ❛ is... very impressive. i dunno if i can do all of that on the first try, so --, ❜ he looks to mira, wincing slightly, ❛ go... go easy on me, okay? ❜ ( ♥︎ )

[foundwild]

it's not usually his type of music, but as the set winds down, matthew finds himself... intrigued. ( maybe because he's too much of a coward to speak up. ) his hand flexes around his drink, and matthew stands in silence for another moment before he approaches @spiritmarking with a slight chuckle. ❛ i don't think i've ever heard music that angry, ❜ he teases, voice a little gruff as he leans against the wall. ❛ there's gotta be a reason, right? ❜ ( ♥︎ )