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@petrifyne
They offer a -- surprisingly sheepish smile, though not out of place on their rather delicate features: not so unlike a well-made doll, lovingly crafted, or a sculpture well-carved. Their hands gently touch...of all things, a stuffed animal, which they've been absently playing with for the past few minutes. Ah. Small pleasures.
"Ah -- er -- that is, I meant to say...did you need something of me? I'm not occupied at the moment."
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( Shiny... )
The sparkles have been upped significantly!
“So…are my shoujo sparkles convincing you that I’m adorable yet?”
“They are indeed! I can even hear the little sparkly noise in my head.”
( Shiny As Fresh Metal. )
Makes sparkly eyes at someone.
Sparkles back at! (Albeit sleepily.)
petrifyne:
Mistakes have been made yet again. Hi hello it’s ya boi Matt again and if you like snarky mages who refuse to talk to most of society, exist holed up out of time and space, really like guns, and are arguably part snake(?) vampire, then I’ve got the Fate OC who is extremely up your alley – Aers-Maurem Alche-Veure Es Florestis, also known as Lord Florestis or simply Eris, a disaster magus in their mid-twenties. They’re extremely lawful chaotic, well-meaning, and entirely too emotional and expressional for a magus, but here they are nonetheless.
They will have other verses and such added over time! Like or reblog this so I can check out your blog!
“Guess who slept for a month? Me. It’s me.”
It’s been more than a month, Eris.
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hey i’m a dumbass it’s midnight n i just
so all i can do since school literally starts today is crop icons or maybe use a phone art app for art which is ridiculous but ibis paint just might save my life so my commissions page is over at @knightresources i will still draw things i just ... i’ve been drawing on ibis paint lately as it is but anyway yeah i just gotta fix this in whatever way i can
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( Pretty-Eyed Lord. )
@petrifyne asked —
“Here - it doesn’t require you to place it within the sunlight, it only needs water.” They clear their throat, offering the small arrangement of potted globeflowers outward: plants they’ve adapted to their usual state of living, kept indoors and out of sight. “They tend to grow - quite happily, for better or worse, where I’ve kept them. Perhaps they could brighten an office or some such.”
Tending to flowers was not the professor’s specialty. He wouldn’t let them die, of course; he would put his best effort forward to ensure they were kept watered and cared depending on their needs. The only problem was his “best” effort wasn’t the best. In his lifetime, several potted plants had withered under his nose. One plant would be accidentally watered too much, another not watered enough. It was then that he allowed Gray to take overseeing whatever plants he had, which if he were being honest, there were currently none in his apartment to avoid that issue. Yet there were those like Eris that made it so his office and home was a bit more lively.
“Only water? Ah, I see…” Seemingly uncertain, gloved hands reached out, accepting the potted brilliant yellow flowers. They were beautiful, yes. It was all the more reason he didn’t wish to accidentally kill them with his not so green thumb. “These are… This is a nice gesture,” he answered, looking from the globe flowers to them, “Did I miss a special occasion? I cannot say that I am normally given flowers by anyone.” Unless there was ulterior motive, but he thought it might be safe to assume their intentions were innocent. “Though I am not ungrateful. These will have a home on my desk for the time being until I can figure out where to put them.”
“No special occasion, no.”
They wonder, distantly -- are flowers supposed to be reserved for such things? It seems unfair to both the plants themselves and to people receiving them. (After all, flowers have no sense of "special", they simply grow and bloom.)
"Globeflowers are quite low maintenance. They can be left to their own, and they'll happily grow away in their pots or in a yard...they're bright, sun-colored little worlds in the form of a plant. And they're resilient. -- they're about the only things that kept me from going fully mad a time or two as well, so I suppose I'm a little biased in thinking they're good gifts, but they are rather...soothing to look at."
They gesture vaguely, smiling bright as they can manage: the flowers symbolize gratitude -- an ideal thing, perhaps, to hand to someone who at least bothers talking to them without immediately stiffening or turning away. (They don't say this much, however, merely keeping their jovial grin.)
"Did you know plants respond well to being spoken to? Things like commentary, loud voices, even loud music...plants grow better with the sound of a person near them. It's quite cute -- but, ah, I'm rambling again. My apologies for that. I simply...quite enjoy my plants. The thought I can give them to others is nice, given all my family does."
♡ ↷ MITSKI'S ' BE THE COWBOY ' LYRIC STARTERS .
feel free to change pronouns , tense , et cetera to suit personal preference . trigger warning for sexual content , toxic dynamics , & strong language .
GEYSER .
you’re my number one .
you’re the one i want .
i’ve turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come .
i’m a geyser , feel it bubbling from below .
hear it call to me , constantly .
hear the harmony only when it’s harming me .
it’s not real .
it’s not real enough .
i will be the one you need .
i just can’t be without you .
WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP ME ?
i know that i ended it , but why won’t you chase after me ?
you know me better than i do .
why didn’t you stop me ?
why didn’t you stop me & paint it over ?
i look for a picture of you to keep in my pocket , but i can’t seem to find one .
look how i remember .
OLD FRIEND .
we nearly drowned for such a silly thing .
someone who loves me now , better than you .
that pretty friend is finally yours .
i’ll be around on sunday , if you’ll meet me at blue diner .
i’ll take coffee & talk about nothing .
i’ll take anything you want to give me , baby .
i haven’t told anyone , just like we promised . have you ?
every time i drive through the city where you’re from , i squeeze a little .
A PEARL .
you’re growing tired of me .
you love me so hard & i still can’t sleep .
you’re growing tired of me & all the things i don’t talk about .
sorry , i don’t want your touch .
it’s not that i don’t want you .
sorry , i can’t take your touch .
it’s just that i fell in love with a war , nobody told me that it ended .
it left a pearl in my head , & i roll it around every night just to watch it glow .
every night , baby , that’s where i go .
there’s a hole that you fill .
LONESOME LOVE .
i call you , to see you again .
so i can win , & this can finally end .
spend an hour on my makeup to prove something .
walk up in my heels , all high & mighty .
you say ‘hello’ & i lose .
nobody butters me up like you .
nobody fucks me like me .
in the morning , in a taxi .
why am i lonely for lonesome love ?
why am i lonely ?
REMEMBER MY NAME .
i gave too much of my heart tonight .
can you come to where i’m staying & make some extra love ?
i need somebody to remember my name .
all that i can do for them is done .
i need something bigger than the sky .
hold it in my arms & know it’s mine .
just how many stars will i need to hang around me to finally call it heaven ?
i need someone to remember me .
to finally get somewhere i can be all done , somewhere like heaven .
ME & MY HUSBAND .
i steal a few breaths from the world for a minute .
i’ll be nothing forever .
all of my memories & all of the things i have seen will be gone .
me & my husband , we’re doing better .
it’s always been just him & me .
i bet all i have on that furrowed brow .
at least in this lifetime , we’re sticking together .
i’m the idiot with the painted face , in the corner taking up space .
but when he walks in , i am loved .
COME INTO THE WATER .
come into the water .
do you wanna be my baby ?
are you waiting to touch me ?
you look so good .
maybe i’m the same as all those men , writing songs of all they’re dreaming .
would you tell me if you want me ?
i can’t move until you show me .
i didn’t know i had a dream .
i didn’t know until i saw you .
NOBODY .
my god , i’m so lonely .
i open the window to hear sounds of people .
venus , planet of love , was destroyed by global warming .
did its people want too much ?
i don’t want your pity , i just want someone near me .
guess i’m a coward , i just want to feel alright .
i know no one will save me .
i just need someone to kiss .
give me one good honest kiss , & i’ll be alright .
i’ve been big & small & still nobody wants me .
PINK IN THE NIGHT .
i glow pink in the night in my room .
i’ve been blossoming alone over you .
i hear my heart breaking tonight .
do you hear it too ?
it’s like a summer shower , with every drop of rain singing .
i love you .
i could stare at your back all day .
i know i’ve kissed you before , but i didn’t do it right . can i try again ?
A HORSE NAMED COLD AIR .
a lake with no fish is the heart of a horse named cold air .
who , when young , would run like a storm .
i thought i’d traveled a long way but i had circled the same old sin .
WASHING MACHINE HEART .
toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart , baby , bang it up inside .
i’m not wearing my usual lipstick .
i thought maybe we would kiss tonight .
baby , will you kiss me already ?
though i’ve closed my eyes , i know who you pretend i am .
why not me ?
BLUE LIGHT .
somebody kiss me , i’m going crazy .
i’m walking 'round the house naked .
silver in the night .
out there i’m a sharp knife .
are you that blue light ?
TWO SLOW DANCERS .
does it smell like a school gymnasium in here ?
it’s funny how they’re all the same .
we’ve both done it a hundred times before .
it’s funny how i still forgot .
it would be a hundred times easier if we were younger again .
we’re just two slow dancers , last ones out .
the ground has been slowly pulling us back down .
you see it on both our skin .
we get a few years & then it wants us back .
to think that we could stay the same .
Some possible alternate faceclaim icons under the cut because I finally found smth suitable for dark-hair variant Eris
AU where Eris hair never like. Gets fucked into oblivion. Or where they just dye it??
( Mister Lance, Again! )
@petrifyne // deal with my modernverse u punk
“I come with gifts,” Lancelot announces lightly as he sets a to-go cup of coffee on the counter near the shooting range’s entrance. “Seeking audience with the king.” Eris gets a small smile in their direction when they appear, a gesture toward the coffee offering (can’t come into another’s domain without that, after all). “I heard you were enjoying your downtime too much and came to give you trouble. Have you gotten anything new lately that you’d like to show off?”
"I do indeed -- a new maiden all primed up for her debut!"
Their hands are swift, pulling a gun case from behind the counter: all new projects, of course, rested comfortably in such containers until they needed to be handed over to a customer. A nice bed for the sleeping princesses and maidens of their little court. (They know, they're eccentric: it is the allure of this place. And the allure of themself, if their constant suitors are anything to judge by.)
"Ermione here is a new model -- a semi-auto pistol, fresh up and finished about a week ago. She's a bit feisty, but if you steady her, she won't buck you too bad. Sturdier than a Walther, but a little more light in the hands! A good girl, she is. Even had her fancied up."
The enamel on the pistol's grip does indeed bear some tribute to her namesake: daughter of Helen and Menelaus, enshrined in opera forevermore. (A ship on one side, a fainted woman on the other -- the engraving really was a nice job, if they do choose to pride themself.)
"She's good for being held tight due to her makeup. Water resistant, won't slip much if your palms sweat. A quiet girl, too -- optimal for if she ends up bought off by someone for self-defense or leisure. Ah, and she's a little speedy in her actions, so that might startle you a bit. She'll need a reload fairly quick. Gets hungry, she does."
Like a parent talking proudly about their child, they list features in a way that sounds almost like they're describing a person -- after all, their girls (their guns) are made by hand, all on their own time. Such speech is understandable of them.
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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship
Character solidifying!
1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?
(( Inbox Call!! I'll do these after I sleep a bit! ))
Eris has a top five "ideal heroes" list, aka the people they've looked to in times of stress or worry, and due to using folklore to cope with hardship and trauma growing up --
Queen Gwendolyn, the badass war-queen.
Argonaut wrangler, Jason.
Brynhild, the valkyrie strayed by love.
Suzuka Gozen, the clever fox.
the fifth slot is like. Tied between several people but there you go.
They, are doing their best. Please note this isn't the list that counts people from modern history! That's a separate entity entirely.
everyone else: sees Jason and wants to yeet him
Eris, immediately: I must Hold him. I must Protect him. I must Save him.
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(( Starter Call! ))
They may or may not be lost. This is bad, very bad. -- such is to be expected, when they’ve got all about nothing going on in their head in regards to the layout above-ground, in any place outside of the Sea: they wring their skirt, inhaling softly and tilting their head to the side. Maybe there’ll be someone nearby they can ask for help? They do have a map, after all.
