#undecided verse.

[orchidmurderess]

"hey. you. what are you doing?" the boy asks @heimskringlas in a deadpan voice, tilting her head the slightest to the side. kyoka doesn't understand where she is or what's going on, and seeing this stranger doing something particularly confusing isn't helping. // sc.

[divisicn]

@tristanacer asked "Sooo...I did someone a favor and they gave me this portrait as payment. Apparently, it is valuable. No idea what the fuck it is though." He held it up for her to see.

"Oh my gosh, you have a Funyarinpa!" She beamed, looking closely at the painting. The last time she saw this painting was on a cruise ship several years back. She looked towards Tristan, who looked really confused, eyes going between her and the painting. "You don't know what a Funyarinpa is?" Shiloh gasped. "Apologize to the Funyarinpa right now, you horrible horrible man."

[dixoniisms]

➵ "ya got somethin' ya wanna say, or are you gonna just keep starin' at me?" the archer grouses as he picks up the squirrel he'd hit, tying it to the few others hanging from his belt.

[calledemrys]

❛      𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘      ------       to   be   more    powerful    than     any  man      you   know      …       and   have   to   live   like   a     shadow .       to   be    special     and   have   to   pretend   you’re   a     fool .     ❜

˚  ˖   * ⋅   ⊱   @etrnty   /   ♡

[seraphbled-blog]

“i didn’t think anyone could love me unconditionally, no matter what mistakes i made. and then you showed up; you broke everything i believed into pieces.”

OPEN TO MUTUALS.

[sunthieving]

         ❝  let's just assume that everyone here at the moment doesn't like me ! ❞

@scythereaping​ —    sc.

[barredpast]

@lostindrink replied to your post:

i’m right here guys

                ❛  ——— cool. take him. he’s all yours, pal. ❜

[regisinfernus]

@beeeans

Eyes hold a hue of blue, consciousness pushed aside, and it is obvious there was another resting behind the tongue of the King. Another who would control that muscle and force it to twist and turn at their whim, without struggle, for the rightful owner was unaware they had it stolen from them. 

Heeled steps echo throughout the halls, a steady stride he never rode. No hitch in his breath, no pause in his step. No brace was clamped around his knee, no hindrance to him. He looks out of sorts, as though this palace he restlessly walked through was not his own. The monarch was searching for his heir, the final King of Lucis. The end to a mighty line, the final point in the plot of the Astrals. Their beautiful martyr. 

He is caught in the kitchen, certainly attempting to steal the sweets his adviser had set out to cool. No words are spoken, a solemn stare locks on the raven-haired boy, and he steps forward once more. Hand latches around his wrist, forceful and harsh, and pulls him behind him. 

“You hadn’t arrived at my summons. We have much to discuss.”