#evietales

chrysafenios. i don't see many eternals writers anymore, but also i barely follow any m/cu writers. chrys is this oc i have hiding in my multi, i picked pe/dro pa/scal for the face and he is based on chilean mythology, history & the upbringing of the generations of chileans above me. it's very cute because i rarely write muses where i can showcase my own customs & particular ways of speech. also he is my only polyam muse i think. and he is so hot. i really cooked when i built him it's kinda wild

my girl a/rya s/tark from a/soiaf. i am TERRIFIED of the g/ot rpc for some reason, but god, i've wanted to try my hand writing a/rya so many times. mostly because i think it would be healing for me. i found myself relating to her a bit TOO hard throughout the series. it hit really close to home. i don't wanna get into it any further LMAO

There was a guy at the bar who was relentlessly hitting on @evietales. The nurse doing her best to play polite and smile despite the drunken leaning in of the other. She'd laugh anxiously and sip at her drink before trying to find an exit-- and the only reason Wyatt hadn't stepped in yet was because he was caught up at the bar. But he was watching, he was aware. He knew if it was necessary he could make a judgement call and have the guy excused from the Birdhouse for any type of behavior. Which is exactly what happened not long after Wyatt finished with a round of shots for a bridal party. He'd smiled at the woman who all giggled at his jokes before he stepped out from behind the bar to walk over. He came to a stop at the table Becky was sat at with this stranger-- he knew the former because she was in here every so often after a stressful shift just trying to unwind. They'd talk. They wouldn't talk. It was a mutual friendship that he was willing to protect.

He came to a stop at the table and grinned almost too wide, too charmingly, but he had to lay it on thick, "Hey there, Becks." He looked at her and only her, "You got a minute? I could use your taste buds for a cocktail I've been whipping up... and I'd love your company." The guy started to protest and he quickly shot him a glare, "You, sir, I think need to get a cab and go home. I've already closed out your tab and charged your card in the system." He paused, waited for him to grumble then looked back to Becky, "Come to the bar?"

🍎 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝕶𝖊𝖗𝖘. (always accepting!)

-`𖤓´- ❝ 𝖔𝖈𝖍, 𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙... to you, it may as well be someplace plucked from a fairytale. ❞ harlon wears a dreamy sort of smile, warm and wrinkled with age. he's grown fond of these little talks-- and of selene. the two of them, tucked within this quiet corner of the marketplace, just out of evening's reach, have found solace in company. ❝ a wee village, called stonehaven. long gone from this poor earth, i'm afraid. long gone. swallowed by time... and the wicked tempers of men. but it was a fine place, a dream. life lingered in every furrow. even the shadows seemed to have minds of their own. i miss it quite dearly. ❞

❝    woahhh    !    ❞        brie   throws   her   hands   up   in   mock   defense,        smile   already   on   her   face   and   laugh   already   in   her   heart    !        ❝    they   don't   give   me   that   kind   of   authority   around   here,    ❞        backstage,        live   on   ple,        she   means,        ❝    and   even   if   they   did,        i   don't   think   i   have   the   heart   for   it.    ❞        she   takes   an   absentminded   sip   of   the   bottle   of   water   she's   been   nursing   all   night        (        the   partying   will   come   soon    !        after   the   show,        for   now,        hydration    !        )        ❝    you're   going   to   do   amazing,        i'm   sure,        no   need   for   arrests   or   anything   like   that    ❞

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 .ᐟ

oh how the turns have tabled. maybe this will be therapeutic LOL

❝   good   for   you.   ❞   she   is   a   pessimistic   thing.   daughter   of   never   enough        ;        child   born   of   a   snake's   unhinged   jaw   determined   to   swallow   the   world.   sons   are   born   in   the   shape   of   endless   possibilities.   daughters   are   born   in   the   shape   of   gold,   meant   to   be   traded   between   hands   until   they   reach   the   end   of   their   value.   the   impossible,   a   concept   she   does   not   chase   but   makes   with   blood-stained   hands.   the   impossible   is   the   shape   of   a   one-eyed   brother   and   a   father   who   could   not   love   her   if   he   tried.   ❝   come   on   then,   wonder   girl,   believe   for   the   both   of   us   if   you   have   to.   i'll   just   be   sure   to   bring   my   dagger   to   the   fight.   ❞

@evietales : esme

SHE KEPT THE MUG OF ALE close to her nose , the scent masking the less pleasant smells of bodily odor and piss . the tavern wasn't the most savory of ones in the town but it was the one where people didn't ask questions --- and how the patrons were far too drunk to notice her underlying wolfish musk past the less appealing scents .