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[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @voidfragments / WHAT'S SHI QINGXUAN THINKING?

💭 qr had his turn now sqx gets to drag him in return

      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ──  '𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙚. How miserable does someone's life have to be for them to become a rampaging ghost and make it everyone else's problem? Has he no shame? Were I his ancestor, I'd be rattling around in my grave if I found out he was running the mortal realm amok. And in such a tacky manner too! I mean really, bodies strung up in trees, creepy green lights, eating innocent people-- what's the point of it all? Aiyah! Well, I'm not scared of him. Just... a little grossed out.'

     Or, perhaps more succinctly: 

     It can't be that bad-- EWWWWWWWW YOU LIVE LIKE THIS!?

[predvestnik]

@voidfragments ( Wanderer ) ♡'d this for a starter.

       ❛ Oh? Look where it has led you, after all. ❜ Intriguing, Tartaglia muses to himself with his features pulled into something arguably cocky as the hood protecting him from the overwhelming climate is lowered, revealing the Eleventh ever so casually.

Not in hiding nor actively chasing, the irony of such encounter is heightened by the diverging positions the participants are in. Tartaglia smiles, sharp and to show teeth — Sumeru is his bridge to cross on his way to another nation, but, however brief, there's still amusement to derive from at the entrance of the House of Daena. ❛ Still walking and breathing, that's something to take pride in. ❜

[house-of-tales]

@voidfragments liked for a starter, and the wheel of fate decided that Klee and Lumine(Abyss) should meet!

"Uh...who are you?" the little girl was confused to see the other, she seemed familiar but not exactly? At least Klee thought she would remember someone with such odd clothes...

Wait, where did she read about looking for someone with strange clothing and blond hair?

[deiscension]

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 ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ── Pinches her nose behind an unfurled fan and looks everywhere BUT at Qi Rong. "Ahaha- what a surprise!" Acting as though she's not the one who's decided to take a stroll right into the heart of these ghost-infested woods. But really, it's not HER fault! She couldn't just let her juniors assume she lacked the courage to face the evils of the world. Never mind it had come up during a bout of drunken teasing. There was integrity at stake here. And now perhaps a bit of her sanity.

"Well now! I'll be on my way. No need to follow. You, ah. Keep doing what you're doing. Or-- don't actually."

[fatelied]

"beautiful things grow a certain height and then they fall and fade off." (nice to lin ling for the sc/ic! sorry i took so long lol)

     The ripple of discomfort that flows through Lin Ling is more instinctive than anything on purpose, because it's not like he's scared of Nice after seeing his ghost of all things pop up—okay, maybe a little scared, but that's besides the point—, but because the chill that a spirit brings is mandatorily icy and awful, even if the spirit itself is not. Although the words themselves make Lin Ling cast Nice a helpless look, unable to do more to comfort the ex-hero even if he tried. 

     "Are you talking about you?" Comes the hesitant query. Lin Ling turns back to his papers, shuffling them for the nth time for absolutely no reason. He may have been preoccupied with a certain blonde before Nice's words pulled him out of his thoughts. "Because you can technically grow higher. Have you ever tested the limits of... you know..." Lin Ling awkwardly gestures to... all of Nice. "Your current, uh, situation?"

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[fatelied]

[TXT] : are you mad at me? (and another one from cxs to lg. imagine 10 🥺 emojis after it lmao)

A low groan. Lu Guang stares at his phone, puts it aside, then his phone vibrates with several more notifications of what he knows will be pleading emojis.

He heaves out a sigh and closes his eyes briefly before finally deciding to grab his phone and text Cheng Xiaoshi back.

[text -> xiaoshi]: no [text -> xiaoshi]: im gonna nap [text -> xiaoshi]: dont freak out

[titlacahuans]

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"feels like you might be lying." said lightheartedly as ritsuka munches on pocky, with a cheeky little grin. (for muse of your choice!)

Unprompted.

"I will tell you a little secret, mija." lowering his cigarette, he leans in close to share the words, a black claw emphasizing each with a small tap on the table, "Mesoamerican gods do not lie." it's an irrefutable statement. Spoken, he leans back on his seat again before continuing, "We might hold back some words and dance around others in occasion, but we will never lie to you face. It would be shameful and dishonorable, unbecoming of a true god. So, you're free to try and glance beyond the initial meaning of any of my words, but never doubt their veracity."

[grislyintentions]

"ah, freminet. hang on a moment." how lucky for elizaveta to have caught him just as she reentered the hotel bouffes d'ete. she raises the bag hanging from one arm, rummaging through it with her free hand briefly before producing a small clockwork toy in the shape of an armored crab. "this fellow caught my eye," she explains as she offers it to freminet. "i thought, perhaps, he could be a new friend for you and pers, if you'd like."

Apart from Lyney and Lynette, receiving gifts from others is a rare occurrence for Freminet. Mostly because it didn't feel right to accept things from others without offering anything of use back. And what if in future, the favour they ask for in return isn't something he can fulfill?

But Lynette has been lecturing him lately about not seeing every gesture that way so...maybe it's okay?

"A-Are you sure, Elizaveta? It looks expensive..."

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