Anyways to get caught up Iâm going to try to focus on starters made for me + threads and then asks will be last LETâS GO BOYS
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
Today's Document
AnasAbdin
noise dept.
Xuebing Du
RMH
wallacepolsom
tumblr dot com
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Mike Driver
cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
todays bird

PR's Tumblrdome

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
styofa doing anything
sheepfilms
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Czechia

seen from Germany

seen from El Salvador
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Spain
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Belgium

seen from Germany
seen from TĂźrkiye
@crystaliiize
Anyways to get caught up Iâm going to try to focus on starters made for me + threads and then asks will be last LETâS GO BOYS

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Hey everyone! Itâs ya gal. Gonna make some attempts to come back. Nothing is being dropped unless you want it to be, otherwise Iâll still be hitting up threads just slowly.
A more longer reason below the cut:
everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate. [mina] [modern?] || @crystaliiize
Mina didnât take much stock in this soulmate crap. What good would it do her? It wouldnât change her circumstances now. The part of her that would have cared wad been snuffed out a long time ago. In this life, soulmates were a pretty fantasy for the delusional.
Still, she found herself curious one day. If you wrote in a journal, you could communicate with the other half of your soul. What a farce. Mina had bought the journal on a whim and began to writeâ the words didnât really seem important at firstâ just a stream of conscious thought.
âI donât know who you are, but Iâm curious,â She scribbled away on the page, âI want to know what poor, unfortunate soul fate stuck with me.â
Soul mates.
They existed. Everyone knew they did. But the effort of actually reaching out and finding your soul mate pushed them into a realm of near myth. Too many people just gave up, and why wouldnât they?
You couldnât tell your soul mate your name. You couldnât tell them your gender. What you looked like. Where you were. You could just only... talk to them.
They were your soul mate, after all. Why would you need anything more than that? Especially if you knew that the person you were talking to was-- was them, the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with? But...
Gâraha blinked as he saw the writing appearing in the notebook. He had bought it ages ago and left it open on his desk at home, at idle after thought of what if and maybe. He had never thought heâd actually see anything appearing in.
His own pen hovered over the pages for a moment.
âThe kind whoâs curious about you. Iâm no one special though. Sounds like I might be perfect for you.â
hanakariiâ:
â YET, YOU ARE THE MOST INTRIGUINGÂ â ripped from beyond, the voice that called beckoning for her to follow it led her to this world. She could recall the gates being opened, light that burned the skin burying itself deep within. From that day forth, most were perplexed by the Bardâs presence, she announced herself simply as another wanderer - a stray without a home.Â
It was further than the truth, the collision in the The Ghimlyt Dark now but a distant memory as fingers were pressed to her temple. It was soothing in some ways, to sing a song that brought merry to those who needed it. All while striving to seek the truth in what felt so further from it. He remained a mystery that plagued her with a thousand thoughts, what was underneath that hood of his? Gentle eyes become sullen, this girl is not the same - the friend she sought in desperation but could not find.Â
âIf the stories are true, what a rotten lifeâ she speaks to no one, merely around them as her posture slumps. Exhaustion, it was creeping in more than she had thought perhaps pushing herself wasnât the best idea. Elbows that rest upon her knees, chin placed upon her palm as idly the wild furr of her tail swings. Then, she perks amusement laden upon her smooth features, nose even crinkling as she chuckles.Â
  âYou have every right to be concerned, when an enemy is silent that means they are up to no goodâ relations with Eulmore were neutral but strained, many seemed to have little to say but who could care when lost to their own pleasures? All the while, the realm around them continues to crumble further into ruin. âI shall find a way back, but, after some well deserved rest! I fear I am a useless champion if I fall asleep in the midst of battleâ the tip of her tongue sticks out, twinkling in lilac eyes is nothing but mischief as she teases. Sayuriâs laughter is roaring, filling the space between them despite all, her head shakes as she carries on.Â
 âWe shall grow old before our time with all this fretting, someday, we must enjoy ourselves though duty bound we are quickly becoming dullâÂ
âAm I?â He couldnât help but laugh at that, the sound a bit odd coming from beneath the hood. It was easy to imagine the way the curve of his smile reached his eyes - blue? green? With the crystal that covered his features, blue seemed like a fair bet, but the green would be a nice offset.Â
âI fear you havenât given the rest of the locals a fair try then, if you believe I am the most interesting one here.â
Her comments about Eulmore and Vaulthry were met with a soft sigh. Far too true, and he knew that, but there was little they could do at this moment. The threat they posed was ever-present, lurking over them and casting a shadow that covered all of the Crystarium - but could they live their lives in fear? Constantly hiding from the potential threats that lurked in the distance? What life would they be offering to the ones who called this place their sanctuary, their home?
The Exarchâs mouth curved into a wry smile. âI fear I already am an old man. A little extra worry wonât do me any harm.â
lcstkeyâ:
Hearing the inquiry, Artemis momentarily shifts her gaze between the stranger with his crystalline weapon in hand and the Nix and nods. She could see and anticipate that the giant frog is going to do another jump attack. The young keybearer hastily takes a few steps back, away from both the Nix and the overturned cart, to get out of range as a precaution.
Before the giant frog could push themselves off the ground, she tightens her grip on her keyblade and takes aim toward them, unleashing a strong Dark Blizzaga spell. The spell takes hold and freezes the creature thoroughly, leaving white and black-purple snowflake patterns on its skin.Â
Watching the arrow land on its target, Artemis raises her free arm to shield her eyes and look away from the intense explosion that resulted. The Nix stays down and releases its last croak before perishing. Bewildered, she slowly lowers her arm and briefly glances back at the archer as if silently asking if this sort of reaction was supposed to happen.
âHuh.â
While this had been the result he had been hoping for, Gâraha would have been lying if he said he had truly expected it. His plans were always of the âlooked good on paperâ variety; in theory something was supposed to work one way, but that didnât mean it ended up working that way in reality.Â
But this time it had, and how could he complain. They were down a frog and the strange woman with her strange weapon were safe. What more could he have asked for?
The miqoâte offered her a smile as he started toward her, bow vanishing and returning to shape of the staff that he kept carried on his back. âWell. Iâm glad that is dealt with. Arenât you?â he said, the last comment more of a gentle jab and a joke than anything else. After all, she had run off without really talking to him.Â
âYou have run off so quickly before I hadnât even been able to get your name.â He spoke amiably enough, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. âIâd almost say you were avoiding me! Haha - Iâm Gâraha Tia. And you?â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
brightblessedâ:
 âIâŚâÂ
 Why had he suddenly said such things? He tried to keep his feels close. Despite how awful he was at hiding them or controlling them, he tried his hardest. Nobody needed to see him fall apart. Nobody needed to see him vulnerable. He didnât want pity or worry. People seeing him as something other than a weapon⌠That just invited problems. Like them seeing how fucked up he actually was. Or⌠him getting too close.Â
 Though he was already close, wasnât he? Too many people now had touched his heart. He knew that the pain would be unbearable if he were to lose any of them. It terrified him to no end. He never wanted to be close to people. Not after his family. Not after so much pain. It scared him more than Primals or death itself.Â
 âForget about it. I said something foolish.âÂ
Crimson eyes narrowed as Gârahaâs tail flicked behind him. It was hard for him to hide the irritation that was rippling behind his skin; for better or for worse the miqoâte was a bit like an open book, with everything rippling over his skin and barely hiding beneath the surface. Being so easy to read was a bit annoying, especially now that he had entirely ditched the persona of the Exarch, but-- it was better to be easily read than to... never allow anyone in.
Right?
âYou didnât, and Iâm not going to,â he said, tone just a touch too stubborn. Gâraha crossed his arms over his chest as he frowned at Roi. âWhy do you do that? Why do you start to open up and then immediately just shut down?â
wondrous-tails-ffxivâ:
Lore bit his lip, ears wilting back ever so slightly. âYou donât have to apologize,â he murmured, lips curving into a half smile, âI happen to like listening to you talk about Allag.â
There was an awkwardness between them since heâd woken the other from his slumber in the Tower - one he knew lay mostly in Gâraha attempting to readjust to life as himself and the self he had been. The orange crystal in his pocket felt like a lead weight for a moment, Lore knew he felt off kilter for similar reasons - not that heâd spoken of that to anyone at all.
He shook himself and offered up a warm, sweet grin at Gârahaâs words, bouncing on his toes lightly like some excitable kit.
âI promised I would take you adventuring, did I not?â he murred lowly, taking a step forward, raising a hand to adjust Gârahaâs scarf briefly, if needlessly, âIt is one promise I intend to never break.â He stepped back and canted his head toward the doors, ââSides, La Noscea is always a fun time!â
He grinned wider at the disbelieving snort that came from one of the other Scions (Hoary, you bastard) in the bar. He really hoped no one decided to regal Gâraha with any of his unfortunate exploits in that area..
âYes, we should!â
He didnât miss the way Lore reached out to gently adjust his scarf, and Gâraha found himself giving the other a lopsided grin for the moment. It was such a small, silly gesture, one that felt far more intimate than it truly was. It was comforting to think that Lore could forget himself to that level around him, even if it was just for a moment.Â
âYou did,â Gâraha said with a small smile. Of course, everyoneâs definition of an adventure was different - but he wasnât going to argue if exploring and looking into another archeological dig was Loreâs definition, especially when it came to him.
The slight snort that came from Hoary had Gâraha giving him a slight side glance and he couldnât help but wonder - was Lore lying? Or was it more that there was something else there he wasnât being told. Gârahaâs memories of La Noscea and Limsa were of a pirate city that tended towards some of the more...Â
Hmm.
âLetâs go then,â he said with a bright smile. Gâraha held his arm out for Lore to loop his through, well aware that he might have been putting out some confusing signals - but how could they figure out where they stood with each other if they didnât just... feel it out together, clumsy as they might as been. âItâs a date.â
stcrmscngsâ:
   Feeling the other man attach to his sleeve, Vel glances back, his breath catching as he expects the worstâ the fire licking right at their heels, perhaps. Though his legs had carried them both far enough from the blaze to avoid being entirely surrounded, as they had been, his lungs still strain as the ashen air whips across his face. But no, theyâre still far enough that the conflagration is but a threatening glow behind them and not threatening to swallow them whole that very second.Â
No, it seems that Gâraha simply wished to hold onto him, and Velkyn certainly wasnât about to deny him that. Brows drawing together into a deep furrow, he carefully pries Gârahaâs hand from the fabric of his sleeve and holds it in his own instead, fingers lacing with the other miqoâteâs and giving a careful squeeze as he once again begins to lead the way.
For better of for worse, Gârahaâs got him.
The warrior fixes his gaze ahead, picking their path through the forest by following the tracks of the animals who had been quick enough to escape the flames. Broken twigs and trampled roots made for an already beaten path, and the instincts of the creatures who had trod them werenât far from Velkynâs own.Â
Get to the water. Thereâs a river nearby, wide enough to have a good chance at stopping the burn, with an open plain on the other side. A far distance for the flames to jump, with nothing substantial to jump to. Itâs the best they can do.
The moment he hears the sounds of the water ahead, Velâs ears perk, his tail twitching sharply back and forth as he finally looks back to Gâraha, eyes burning bright with adrenaline and anxiety. âAlmost there. Can you swim?â
Even if he couldnât, theyâd have to manage. There was little other choice. Vel just needs to know what to account for.
As they reach the edge of the water, Vel wades in without a second thought, still guiding Gâraha by the hand. The current isnât too harsh, he notes as he steps further and further in, the water rising about his waist before the bottom drops out from beneath his feet. That is to say, it isnât too harsh for him, at least. If Gâraha is a strong swimmer, it shouldnât be a problem, but in the event that he isnâtâŚ
Well, Vel hadnât let go of him yet. Nor was he about to.
He could swim. Perhaps not as well as Velkyn or Alisaie - but they were also the two who had received the blessing that allowed them to breath underwater. No one else could really swim as well at that, but he at least wasnât as bad as Alphinaud or... Urianger.
Gâraha stumbled as he ran behind Vel, squeezing his hand tightly- but equally being drug along in the otherâs panic to get them as far from the fire as possible. He didnât blame him. It was better than being carried along, at the very least.Â
The ice cold water was a rather abrupt shock to his system, and he gasped as they forged further in - up until the moment there stopped being solid group beneath his feet and he went from being waist-deep to under water. For a moment Gâraha found himself flailing, arms desperately slapping around as he tried to pull himself back above water.Â
He could swim. It had just been-- maybe just a bit.
With a slight gasp he surfaced, shaking his head as he twisted around to look back at the flames. From here, it seemed far less... just less. Dangerous. Threatening. And the unnerving knot that had twisted in his chest began to lessen as it became easier to recall that it was only in his memories that the fire had been a threat.
Memories were just that, though. He couldnât change them, but they couldnât hurt him. Not anymore.
â... What started the fire?â He didnât know this area well enough - could it have been natural?Â
primalvesselâ:
Well. That wasnât so bad then. And heâd be lying if he tried to say that it hadnât actually been nice to just sit and speak plainly with someone. Plus he was going to be coming away from it with a new perspective things as well as some assurance that he didnât seem to be some kind of aetheric time bomb. He should probably be thanking Gâraha.
And then all thoughts - be they of gratitude or otherwise - fled his mind when gentle fingers scratched behind his ear as he stood up.
There was a long moment while Gâraha stuttered out a reply where Maru just stood and stared at him, slightly disappointed that heâd stood up and it had prompted the redhead to stop the pleasing attention. Conflicted then, between going on his way as he said and stopping to find out what that had been about and if maybe Gâraha would like to continue, Maru hesitated.
As the scion suspected, Maru hadnât been doing anything that he needed to get back to - his attempt at leaving was to avoid any awkward hanging around, not a desire to really be on his way anywhere in particular.
Awkward silence did then descend and after it had dragged on for a minute as Maru fought with himself, he finally raised a hand in a wave goodbye and turned to take his leave even though he had no idea where he wanted to go. One moment he was there, the next he was gone but his mind lingered on that touch, fleeting though it had been.
Maru wasnât on the ball as much as he might like to be but it did make him wonder - just how much of their conversation could be applied to the two of them?
Did⌠did Gâraha like him?
No. One touch, unintentional as it was, didnât mean anything. It couldnât. RIght?
Maru didnât seem like he was going to be moving anytime soon-- because he was shocked, because he was offended by the touch that Gâraha had absentmindedly indulged in. Any moment now he would snap out of whatever stupor he was in and he would be mad-- he would yell, most likely, or worse was that he would just be... disappointed.
Red ears flattened as Gâraha stuttered something out before hastily retreating, hurrying from the makeshift infirmary into the heart of the Rising Stones - and from there, vanishing, escaping out into the cool Mor Dhonan air so that he could allow himself to cool off.
He was an idiot, and as more time passed he could feel his face starting to burn, turning a brilliant shade that came close to matching his ears. He was an idiot and he needed to start watching himself better. Bad enough he made that mistake once; he didnât need to make it a second time.
After all, Maru... didnât see anyone of them in that way. He had already said so himself! So why would Gâraha possibly think that he could be an exception?
@crystaliiizeâ said:Â He reached out to take Velâs hand, fingers entwining with the otherâs. Mostly he just wanted to be close, mostly he wanted to lean against Vel and know he was there - but maybe he also wanted to see how Vel would respond when he pressed a gentle kiss up against his cheek as well.
unprompted // always accepting!
   Vel no longer flinches or pulls away when Gâraha touches him. It was never anything personal, to begin with. All those years ago, when they met in the shadow of the Crystal Tower, Vel had been a different man, his faith in others more than badly bruised. It still is, actually, even now and thereâs no denying that. Trust doesnât come naturally to him, and so the soft and vulnerable things like this are often lost somewhere in that disconnect.
But simply because something is difficult, it doesnât mean that it is impossible. Gâraha has managed to wiggle himself into one of the many cracks in the warriorâs heart and there he would stay, with Velkyn unable and unwilling to evict him.
The hand that seeks his is met with acceptance into a warm, scarred palm. Dusky fingers lace with Gârahaâs and curl over, fingertips settling over the other manâs knuckles as he holds his hand in earnest. His grip is softâ not squeezing or clutching or scrabbling for purchase, but simply a gentle grasp. An answer to the red-haired miqoâteâs seeking. A wordless murmur of Iâm here.
And here he would remain, as long as Gâraha wanted him.
In the very next breath, lips find his cheekbone. Velkynâs ears flick forwards, perking up as his tail gives a startled swish behind him, soft white fur bristling as warmth floods his face. His hold on the other manâs hand squeezes gently, even as he turns his face away. He tugs the other man closer to himâ close enough to rest his chin atop his head and properly obscure his face from view as he winds his free arm around his middle.
   âRahaâŚâ Though affection bleeds freely into his tone, the admonishment is framed with a growl nonetheless, his voice muffled as he nuzzles into the other miqoâteâs hair. âyouâre gonna be the end of me one of these days, yâknow that right?â
After all the blades and teeth and bullets that have failed to kill him, itâs only fitting that he falls to the softest of kisses.
He knew Velkyn. He knew what he was, what he always would be, and what he never could be. He had been born, raised, and molded to just cause pain, and that was part of him that would never go away. It was him, and to pretend like it wasnât - to act like that wasnât part of his core - would have been doing him a disservice.Â
But he was more than that. He was a friend, one who had given Gâraha the strength to stand at his post for a century while he waited for him. He was a lover. He was protective, kind, and caring, and the fact that he could cause pain did not overshadow or soften those aspects of him.
Gâraha squeezed Velâs hand as he pressed a kiss against his cheek. The actions were followed by a small laugh, something almost close to a giggle, as his ears flicked down for a moment as he felt Vel nuzzling up against him. âI could think of worse ways for you to go,â he mused, knowing full-well that the other was exaggerating and yet still more than happy to play along. âDrowned in kisses, smothered from cuddles. Iâm sure Taturu already has a grave marker ready, and Yâshtola with a few well-prepared words.â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
moonflowersmailboxâ:
Even though she had asked for a compliment, he still made her blush by agreeing. Definitely a good choice then, she told herself, smiling back and then paying as soon as she slipped her geta on. So long as they returned their clothes by the same time tomorrow, they would not be fined. This meant they could walk around at night too, if they desired it.
Moonflower put her hand on his offered arm and they exited the shop. âYes,â she agreed happily. âAnd thereâs so much we could do! But first, I think we should get dango and tea, and I know exactly where to go. Itâs this way!â The kimono prevented her from taking long strides, but that was fine. If it became necessary to run, she wouldnât hesitate, but going at a more sedate pace would be a good way to really absorb their surroundings.Â
As they walked, she commented, âYou wouldnât think that the rest of the country is closed to outsiders, just by looking at this city.â
He wasnât quite sure what she was talking about with dango (though he wasnât so slow not to know what tea was, thank you very much) but Gâraha just nodded as he followed along. It didnât escape his notice that she couldnât really walk as fast as normal in the dress she was wearing, but it wasnât something he commented on. But was that the point of this? The style? Were you supposed to just hobble around? That hardly seemed... efficient.Â
The topic shifted easily, moving from them to the city they were walking through, and Gâraha found himself frowning at those words - closed off. He had dealt enough with cities that viewed themselves as above the rest of the world, closing their doors to the problems that plagued elsewhere. Eulmore...Â
Was this the Eulmore of the Source?
âTheyâre wrong for being that way. None of us is immune to the effects of what happens elsewhere. Burying your head in the sand doesnât save you from the inevitable.â
thenobleandsalaciousâ:
âI know youâre not⌠I just want to be selfish, just for a little while.â Sheâd say softly into his neck. She truly couldnât fathom that this was real, that he was here. She couldnât stop the silent flow of tears of joy she felt as she just held him. Upon hearing of his eagerness to leave the Tower, she would raise her head and nod, âRight, right⌠letâs help you see Mor Dhonaâs infamous Gloom, yeah?â She grinned.
Her words brought a low chuckle from him as he started to get to his feet. It had taken several minutes, but his body was finally beginning to feel real. This was real. He was truly here, back in the Source... back in a world he had thought he would never be able to see before.Â
It was hard to truly say how he felt, as it was hard to deny that part of him believed that perhaps he didnât deserve this. How many people had lost their lives defending the First? And how many of those lives had been lost because of him, be it through action - or inaction?
âI fair recall Mor Dhona looking rather beautiful,â he said in an almost absentminded voice. Perhaps not the friendliest place, but there had always been an eerie beauty hidden beneath its core that drew him there.Â
That... and the Tower.
âYes. I would like a chance to see it again.â
Hey there! A small question for ya! We've never interacted before and I was wondering if you preferred having plotted with people first before discussing relationship (platonic or romantic) things, or if you're okay with just sending an ask and hopping right into it!
Hello anon! Sorry for any delay in answering this; holidays are time consuming.
And honestly I'm fine just hopping right in. My dms are open (even if I am Slow) so you can always slide me a message there, but if you just want to send me an ask that already assumes a relationship I'm fine with that too.
binding-lxghtâ:
âBefore the Light cameâŚ? UmâŚâ Minfillia frowned, looking down for a moment as she tried to think. Eulmore wasnât exactly known for its well-documented history of the days before the Flood. In fact, sheâd been mostly ignorant of it all until Thancred had stolen her away.
However, she learned much with Urianger and Thancredâs help. She now knew about the Warriors of Light and the various civilizations that had existed before the Light had ravaged everything in its path.
âI donât know a lot, but Amh Areang used to be a large trading kingdom, wasnât itâŚ? Same with Il Mheg⌠and then Eulmore wasnât always a place of gross decadenceâŚâ Minfillia frowned before shaking her head, â⌠Thatâs all Iâve been able to really learn. They⌠must have been lovely places, though.â
He wasnât a native of the First, which meant his own knowledge of events prior to the flood were limited to what he had been able to learn from local gossip, and the bits and pieces he had been able to pull together from the tomes he had unearthed. In short - there wasnât much he knew that truly went beyond what Minfillia herself was telling him.
The Exarch nodded, offering her a slight smile.Â
âWhen the Flood came, a thousand years of history was scrubbed clean. All that remains of that knowledge and the memories of those who came before us is here.â Not... entirely true; there were still ruins to be explored that held their own secrets, but he doubted there would be any diaries of eulmorian natives hidden deep within them. The most valuable clues and insights came from the most mundane sources.Â
âWe can never replace what was lost, but we can do our best to try to remember them and honor what they lost.â
lxght-brdndâ:
Mâfirhi pouts at him. Pouts. Why does being around Gâraha make him feel this carefree?Â
âIs my company that repulsive?â he asks, only half joking. It does seem like GârahaâŚ. really doesnât want him around and he can almost literally feel his heart sinking.
Wow, he must be more tired than he thought.
Still, part of him wants to keep needling the other miqoâte. It feels nice to have his attention, even if itâs just annoyance.
âOh trust me, I know how well you can hold your own,â Mâfirhi assures him even as he falls into step with him and stubbornly refuses to leave. He ignores those darker thoughts and grins at Gâraha. âBut Iâm bored and you make for good company, so youâre stuck with me.â
âI want to be alone, Mâfirhi.â
It was the other miqoâte that was causing his thoughts to be the confusing whirlwind they already were. The other miqoâte that kept on acting like maybe he felt more towards Gâraha than just being friends with him - and it both raised Gârahaâs hopes while equally terrifying him at the same time.
Mâfirhi couldnât feel that way about him. He needed to, had to, be with someone better.
âMâfirhi-- please. Go back home.â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
offers aisling x g'raha for the kid meme
send me a pair name and Iâll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. | @aprisatm
Name: Killian Lavigine
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Lithe, a little bit taller than his dad but way shorter than his mom, pink hair, pink/amber eyes
Personality:Â Talks a big talk but is a bit of a coward/mamaâs boy. Will piss people off then hide behind his mom.Â
Special Talents:Â
Who they like better: Aisling
Who they take after more: Gâraha
Personal Head canon: Often wears hats if going somewhere new or around new people as heâs slightly ashamed of being a male âvieraâ; his bunny ears areÂ
Face Claim: Yata Misaki
G'raha &. Hades (I have no clue)
send me a pair name and Iâll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. | @anamnesiis
Name: Pandora
Gender: Female
General Appearance:Â Silver hair, blue eye. Only one eye; an accident had her losing her other one. Hyur.
Personality: Very respectful towards both her parents. Very quiet. Doesnât tend to speak unless spoken to. Incredibly quick to defend both parents.
Special Talents: Sheâs rather exceptional with a blade and at manipulating aether.
Who they like better: Both
Who they take after more: BothÂ
Personal Head canon: She was a child badly injured during a rejoining who managed to just barely survive. Her entire family died and the Exarch, out of a sense of remorse, wanted to raise her. Emet-Selch probably wasnât hard to convince. Probably less a child and more sort of like... a child soldier indoctrinated by them but she loves them and they do love her.
Face Claim: Iri Flina