#amourias

delete them

me going thru my inbox:

- Vois comme tu t'écroules sans moi

Comme je m'écroule pour toi

Vois que je m’écroule sans toi

Que tu t'écroules sur moi…

Je tombe.

NEW YEAR’S KISSES & DISSES  //  accepting!

@amourias​: 🎉 + diss / a joke from erik fjfndJFNSKXN idk he’s probably drunk

       Miya hasn’t known him for long — a few months, maybe, but it’s not like she knows him. Yet. Still, there are always waters to test, limits to poke and prod to see just how far they can be pushed. This is one of those times.

       After a laid-back sort of evening, bits of conversation accompanied by some alcohol here and there, they had traversed outside onto the second floor balcony of a rather large pub as it neared midnight. She was quiet as they stood there, sober for the most part, but Erik had quite a bit more to drink than she had and it wasn’t difficult for her to take note of the effects.

       A distant countdown begins throughout the small Fiorian town and Miya gazes into her glass, internally tossing around an idea ( but also curious if a kiss at midnight is even customary in this world ). Midnight hits, fireworks burst and magic fills the air, lighting up the deep blue sky. Her approach is gradual and by no means swift; she wants to give him time to react, to process, instead of simply stealing a kiss from intoxicated lips.

       But she’s rejected and, well, she never thought she’d feel so relieved.

       The traveler withdraws casually, seemingly unaffected by the diss as she takes a sip of the sweet alcoholic concoction the bartender had whipped up. Propping her elbows upon the banister, Miya leans her weight on it as bright blue eyes glance at her companion, reflecting the brilliant flashes of colored lights overhead. It’s hard to place his expression and she’s sure he’s already heard her thoughts, but she still attempts to ease any tension.

soooo--- i'm finally feeling sufficiently emotional™ to be sappy. i love you --- i adore your portrayals and feel like i gain five years each time i read one of your headcanons. your love for your muses just.... comes through, seeps through my laptop screen and right into my heart. your ability to write so many different characters amazes and inspires me --- so many muses means so many reasons to be salty. and while in fact, i love to salt with you, i also acknowledge that it is .... exhausting to start writing a muse and to have to write up a lengthy canon divergence post first because canon did yet another child dirty.

before i go off on a weird tangent, let me say something else: i am thrilled for the verse we are plotting together and by thrilled i mean --- i am rubbing my grabby little hands because i am so, so glad to write it with you. i am also extremely!! excited for meredy's and not-meredy's epic adventures!!!!!

   tears pooled in chestnut hues, her breath was racing and she was sure she would never catch it.  her chest was ablaze with not only RAGE but pain as well. she couldnt help but to glare at him. his words only CUT through the walls that she had built in order to protect her fragile heart from HIM. eyelids shut briefly, allowing her eyes to dance behind them. they danced with MEMORIES rather than movements though and she felt as if it would never pass. the time felt as if it had slowed almost completely to a S T O P.  pale, cracked lips quivered and burnt as the salted tears leaked down into the exposed skin. levy hated him in the moment. in so many moments.  a loud huff escaped the blue haired mage, frustration boiling over inside her. she was crying because of him. and as usual ? there was no emotion from him, no visible trace of empathy or any sort of remorse for her heart. which had been shattered to the point that there was NO fixing it anymore. no amount of glue would hold it together. 

  her eyes darted away from him, from the man whom she had loved for what seemed like the eternity. for the man who broke her heart time and time again, and who she would choose time and time again. she wanted to SCREAM with every fiber of hate inside her at the very moment.  and to make everything so much worse ? he could HEAR every single thing that was going on with her. every thought, every memory, every movement, the way her heart beat, and the way her lungs were COLLAPSING on her. lips parted to speak, only to shut.  as much as she wished the love was enough ? it wasnt. it never was, and it never would be. not for them, not for their relationship.  she wanted so deeply to believe in the way he loved her, she wanted to be wrapped in his body again, and to thrive off the way his laugh filled the room, the way his eyes were so purple they reminded her of caves of amethyst. she wished to be ENOUGH for him. but it never seemed that she was. 

   despite everything he had put her through, she loved him and there was no lie to that. 

meme

chelia had two different associations for lucy when it came to people. her older cousin, sherry (who lucy had a Complicated past with, having met and fought with her on galuna island) and wendy (who lucy had a much less Complicated past with and was one of lucy’s friends). no matter what, though, lucy smiled at the other and felt the excitement went both ways. after all, this girl was one of wendy’s closer friends and that was not something to be ignored.

“that goes both ways, chelia!” lucy assured the girl. she smiled at her, her eyes warm as she looked at the younger mage. “wendy has said a lot about you!” and then, there was a glint in her eyes. a thirst for knowledge because despite the girl’s youth, she had a great power.

M A A A A A A A A A A A N D Y

first of all - kinda unrelated, but something i’ve always wanted to tell you ; the whole vibe and aesthetic of your blog and your muses … literally my favourite thing ever on this whole site. it literally brings tears to my eyes. got me quaking and crying over here.

ANYWAY ASIDE FROM YOUR GOD TIER EDITING SKILLS — YOU ARE … an angel??? BABY YOUR MY ANGELLLLLLLL !!!! like honestly. you make me laugh so much and you indulge my bullshit whenever you’re around and i love that in a friend, cause i know im a meme i know i suck ass but you support that and i suPPORT YOU. 

a truly beautiful , kind , funny , friendly , wonderful , more positive adjectives i can’t even think of cauSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH — SOUL. truly the best. am i worth ur time? never. do u still give me ur time? yes. the sign of a true friend. of a real MVP. —– we don’t interact much but HONESTLY im chill with that. you’re just so perfect im happy to sit and watch ur muses flourish. you are just so welcoming and i remember that from like my first week here and that means so much to me, truly. 

your talent with your muses and your writing is unrivalled, it truly is. your love for them actually makes me want to be a better person, you’ve put so much love and thought into them that i will accept NO OTHERS. you’re amazing. you’re creative. you’re literally perfect?? like damn???

mandy? more like … MAN - i love you so damn much i ache - DY … amiright? ❤️

EDIT:

MY PHONE JUST SENT ME THIS. AND THEY RIGHT. THEY SO RIGHT.

 plotted ask that i will not forget about !!!

his blood seeped through the gauze, staining her gloves. there weren’t many supplies available out here, they were lucky to even have this first aid kit to begin with. sorano took off her gloves and let out a small breath. “ my name is sorano. “ the angel replies before reaching for her cape and tearing off a piece. she presses the cloth on his wound with a bit of pressure that no doubt would increase the amount of pain. there was no way to avoid it, she felt a slight bit of guilt. “ can you lay down for me please? sorry if this hurts… i just need your wound to clot. “