#grumpyseraph

@grumpyseraph

”En guarde, nerd! This is war!” Aster’s voice: “Don’t fight over me, guys~”

And here we finally have ignisxxfatuus give-away prizes! Rocther asked for a Richter and Kratos paper children (the Kratos being for grumpyseraph !!). Of course, if you let me do as I want, you’ll have something silly... But I hope you’ll like!! (I noticed too late I was on the wrong side of the paper and the inks are totally off aaaah DDD:)

Also, smol grumpy grumps:

     The noise in his ears was unbearable, his whole body tingling with the vibration of whatever was happening, his lungs felt tight and impossible to fill, no matter how desperately he tried to suck in the air —was he still surrounded by air, anyway? He was rising from the ground, the girl —right, that crazy woman had tried to kill Master Van!— nowhere to be seen, although all of this was certainly her fault! The headache he had been sporting ever since that voice entered his mind was growing, a sharp throb behind his eyes, painful, and he still couldn’t breathe. His head was spinning as he almost passed out, falling, falling down.

     His face collided with cold stone, cheekbone feeling like it was bruising immediately. A shaky breath filled his hurting lungs, then another, until his chest started a more steady rhythm of rise and fall. Still his head hurt, but he could feel his senses coming back to him as he wondered, still struggling to determine which side was up and which was down, what the hell had happened moments ago.

     Carefully, very carefully, Luke tried to sit up, head still spinning from disorientation, the left side of his face throbbing where it had hit the ground. Bracing both hands against the floor —this looked like the marble back home at the manor—, he started looking around, wary of turning his head too quickly. What surrounded him seemed like ruins of a palace, an ancient one, judging from the inscriptions decorating the leftover walls that looked like chants from a children’s book, almost, written in a language he had never seen. At the far end of what must have been a reception hall, years ago, something floated in mid-air, and Luke felt his eyes bulge as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. A woman, fast asleep judging from the peaceful look on her face, encased by something that looked like a seedling, a giant bulb of sorts, both of them shrouded by a cloud of pulsing green light.

send my character a ★ and i’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Aster (we need to do something with Judith too tbh, just saying)

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted DAD | dating or blind date | married (for the puns!! okay no I said nothing) | friends with benefits | unrequited love (hahahahahahah) | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Mun asks;;

                      ♦: What’s your relationship with your Muse?

grumpyseraph

I GOT IT.

LLOYD FOREVER YOUNG WHEN DERRIS KHARLAN CIRCLES BACK TO THE PLANET AND KRATOS ACTUALLY AGED SOMEWHAT (being a hunk of mana out and space, time could move differently enough from one place to another)