#heavensarch

      she had waited so long for her dear friend to return to her. the months seeming so long and so lonely. but worse, the jealousy, the feeling that once more she had been passed over, overlooked, because sophitia had always been everyone’s favorite. so perfect, so kind, so devout. the gods chose her and took her away from her. a mysterious woman had brought her back, battered and injured. she should have felt worry, concern. should have. instead she felt something else, and she couldn’t even name what it was. it took a few days of badgering sophitia’s parents before they felt sophitia was ready for visitors, even if it was sophitia’s oldest, dearest friend.  ❝ you're back. are you okay? ❞

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actual picture of kaycee and i having to hug it out after we angst dump about our muses on one another. the perils of playing parents who have fucked up situations. @heavensarch

@heavensarch / @eternallyretold is a fantastic roleplayer. kaycee puts so much love and attention in to her characters and her writing is always so good. we've written for years across various fandoms and when i found out she was an sc fan as well i was so happy. i love every thread i have with kaycee and she's been such a wonderful edition to our tiny soulcalibur community.

Her milkshakes bring all the bans to the yard, & tumblr’s like “you’re gonna get flagged, damn right you’re gonna get flagged, ya can fix it, but appeal to it first.”

ONE SHIELD-MAIDEN BEFORE ANOTHER , Gwendolyn took time to analyse the other amazon before her -- both wielded the DEFENSIVE SHIELD , yet Sophitia opted for the SWORD instead of Gwendolyn’s choice of the spear . No matter their similarities nor differences , one thing was for certain -- the other was a FORMIDABLE OPPONENT . So much so that any fight , like one between TWO PSYPHERS , would result in injury on both sides . Whilst Valkyries were not as well versed in the art of PEACE as opposed to the art of WAR , the princess would rather have a talk than spill blood on her native home’s border . ❝ WHO GOES THERE ? You’re crossing into Ragnanival , home of Odin , and the king does not like surprise visitors . ❞

IT’S SO FUCKING GROSS I HAVE NO IDEA WHY ANYONE WOULD MAKE THAT

       “ again ?! ” emerald eyes narrow at the familiar visage. how many times would he be haunted by the image of his mother, a pale facade to manipulate him. drawing his sword, he took no time in resisting her image this time. “ who dares use the guise of my own mother against me ? i won’t be deceived ... not again ! ”