#discityblues

The troubled youth moves swiftly throughout this strange new world as he wasn’t sure how or why he was suddenly here, he nimbly jumps over things while trying to seek out answers of where he was.

The jewel shard embedded in his back shimmering due to his rush of emotions as he continues to run, all the while keeping his guard up as he didn’t want anyone to notice him.

He uses the shadows to his advantage for cover as he looked around to see if anyone or anything was nearby, once he hears noises, he hides.

An inhuman squeal of pain bellowed from the colossal demon when the icy blade formed on Sypha's gauntlet sank deep within its gut, snapping off as they wrenched it in a way that sank it deeper after cleaving off cleanly. With a swift movement, Sypha's other fist ignited with fire and lightning punched the cloven blade even deeper with a virulent blow that sent the demon careening to the ground and tumbling like a ragdoll. Sypha straightened as the beast uttered a gurgling death rattle, melting away into tarry sludge and tainting the soil where it'd fallen.

That was the last of them. Dozens dead; another battlefield decimated by the Mystic Warlord.

Send 🕜 for our muses to fall asleep in the same bed after they got drunk! // @discityblues

Visiting new planets came with their minuses and bonuses. In this case, well, Darkfang found himself a drinking companion. The best way to meet the Mech, whenever it came to organics. Yes, he'd teased her for her small size, but in the end, he ended up carrying her to his ship with one servo carrying the left overs of high-grade engex.

With a few staggering stumbles, he placed the drink next to his berth and flopped chassis first onto the berth, with Serpent lifted up in an open palm. No squish the organic, no, especially in a new planet. "Mmm, My helm's spinning... Wow, I think you have two heads..." He muttered out, while sluggishly shifting onto his side and he placed her near his helm.

➤ 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻 … @discityblues

A pale hand，clenched into a fist slams against the wall，causing a soft thud that echoed through the empty hallway．Zero’s gaze，EMPTY ﹠ UNCHANGED，met Hecate’s similar one．The air crackled with charged silence．Space between the two had nearly 𝔢𝑣𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑．

❝ What’s the matter.ᐣ ❞ The gray⎯⎯haired asked，her tone sounding dispassionate，as if COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS of her current situation．Any other individual would try to break free，to run away，but Zero remained frozen in place．

The golden orbs lazily glide over，studying the opposite figure from head to toe．Perhaps she’s waiting for the other sinner to do something，anything that might give a hint to the reason for their 𝖚𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 clash．

@discityblues &&. SAID... "You know what you're missing. A bowl hat." Loki now has a Bowl hat. It was not there a second ago. It was just introduced onto his head. Wished into existence. (From Deren)

❝  what  —  ?  ❞   is  as  far  as  the  god  gets  before  he  registers  the  hat  suddenly  resting  atop  his  head.  loki  blinks,  reaching  up  —  fingertips  ghosting  across  the  fabric.  not  with  the  intention  of  creating  a  copy,  but  rather  to  simply  confirm  what  he  already  suspects.  just  as  she  said,  it  really  is  there.  the  trickster  turns  his  attention  to  the  stranger,  an  unreadable  look  upon  his  otherwise-expressive  countenance.  that's  a  pretty  terrifying  ability.  (  is  she  actually  a  human?  )  the  implications  alone  are  already  awfully  foreboding  —  the  casual  way  that  she  employs  it  infinitely  more  so.  usually  his  preferred  method  of  dealing  with  troublesome  people  involves  a  knife  in  the  back  when  they  least  expect  it.  although,  loki  supposes  it  would  be  smarter  to  keep  on  his  best  behavior  for  the  time  being  until  he  knows  what  kind  of  game  she's  trying  to  play.  maybe  even  find  a  way  to  spin  this  to  his  advantage?  maybe.

whatever  the  case  may  be,  he  can  at  least  begrudgingly  admit  some  appreciation  for  her  taste  in  hats.

❝  hmm?  not  bad.  ❞   the  trickster  strikes  a  pose,  hand  resting  dramatically  on  the  brim.  ❝  although,  why  stop  there?  i  think  we  could  go  even  flashier  —  a  feather?  a  ribbon?  ooor  maybe  a  whole  outfit  to  match?  ❞   hey,  if  this  is  happening,  he  might  as  well  have  fun  with  it.

@discityblues asked: Frieren gets a smooch on the forehead from the wisteria tree deity that makes wishes come true. (YingYing)

The   kiss   to   her   brow   comes   as   quite   the   surprise,   she's   never   received   one   before,   not   in   all   her   many   years   of   life.

   (and   she   may   have   liked   it)   "......my   forehead   is   tingling   .....   but   I   don't   mind...."

"That bounty wouldn't have taken any time at all to complete, and you know it."

Despite their protestations while seated diagonally across Zmeu's lap, the man's bulky arms wrapped around them securely with every refusal to let go. This arrangement was... odd, really. If anything, Sypha hadn't wanted or needed a companion to accompany them on their crusade against Carmilla after leaving their friends behind, but when they'd crossed paths after he'd put down a boyar in a local hamlet who had been outed as a vampire, they'd wound up fighting together and utterly obliterating the corrupted forces who'd turned their hearts to darkness long ago. Though the hamlet had been freed and a new leader chosen, Zmeu was branded as a traitor for turning on the man he'd once sworn his life to. A tale as old as time, and one Sypha had encountered a thousand times over when they and their monkish brothers had traveled across Europe to chip away at the stranglehold Dracula had gripped the whole of Eastern Europe in.

And now, on the promise of safety through evading his captors, Sypha had expected this arrangement to fizzle away once they'd put enough distance from the beleaguered little village. Instead, he'd followed them from town to town in their search for Carmilla, transitioning to accompanying when his affinity had become undeniable.

If anything... the formidable guard could hold his own and didn't hold them back, becoming a shield for the bombastic wizard and someone who could keep up with their admitted recklessness.

It was... odd. Usually, their enchanted cape was enough to keep them warm against the elements, and the odd bit of wards and barriers did more than just prevent them from becoming uncomfortable because of inclement weather. Human warmth was... different. Sypha remembered how they used to huddle for warmth with their monkish brothers, but they were well and truly family. This was different. Though they had half a mind to dissect as to why, as Sypha gazed long into the hypnotic, dancing flames of the campfire, their eyelids inexorably became heavier.