#missallanea

Sora thought he was a good swimmer. He had grown up on an island, after all, swimming was like second nature! But much like his first visit to Atlantica, he found himself having to learn all over again. Which wasn't quite as awkward this time... Instead of having his whole lower half replaced with a tail, Sora was still in mostly the same shape. Just a little bigger... and bluer... The tail was taking some getting used to, but at least he had his legs.

And yet, compared to the locals he saw swimming in the waters nearby, Sora must have looked like a complete disgrace. They were all so fast! Cutting through the water like it was nothing.

Terror Mail received from @missallanea ↳ "I don’t play fair, remember?" / claudia

Brows furrowed as he looks over his shoulder at the other as his hood is snatched. The horns he kept so diligently kept hidden. ❝ Yeah no I see that. ❞ He huffs as he reaches forward and snatched the hood back. His secret revealed. Horns were once hidden so well decorated with jewelry. Outside of that and the hidden tips of his ears he didn't come off as elven.

send me a 🚩 and i'll share my unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes. bonus points if you include a specific topic to talk about, like follower count, softblocking, graphics, etc.

//I've already talked about this before but the sheer level some people are willing to go to just to not say who they want (especially when one side or both are multi-) or give some vague suggestion towards is astounding. Like, come on people. We are not mind readers here. Sometimes it is easy to tell who you followed for, other times not. I can't just sit here and take a wild guess and say, 'Oh, they probably followed me for this character.' because I don't know.

And the worst part is it's just so fucking easy to click on the blog, see what muses one has, and say 'I want this one for this character.' Bam. A fucking five year old can achieve that and meanwhile some grown adults on this site can't even manage that. It's sad man. I almost want to pity their low-level intellect.

And there's a difference between those that just don't care who gets thrown at them and ones actively not telling you who they want because when you do give them someone they don't want, they'll just pretend it doesn't exist and wait for another chance to not say anything in the hopes of getting the one they want like bro just fucking say who you want in the first place. It's literally that easy.

"girls talk too much."

It .. was definitely something, that was for certain.

She can definitely say it was a first, seeing someone come through one of the many labyrinth doors here versus spawning just out of nowhere, into their existence. She blinked a few times in succession, really pulling in the situation and processing everything. He was going about everything like it was a regular old day for him.

For her, this was something she never experienced before. And so, she couldn't help her stumble in figuring out just ... how the hell he was able to do that.

@missallanea asked: "that's a frying pan. right there. can you see it?" / Baby bird @ Stolas

stars! // accepting

They were on the roof of the palace, sitting on the pillows he'd covered with a blanket that Stolas had set out earlier. Via hadn't stayed up this late just yet, and he knew it was a big deal for her. He'd promised to show her the stars, and the night had finally come.

She hadn't quite made it all the way to midnight, but he'd promised if she fell asleep, he'd wake her up.

That gave him enough time to get everything set up perfectly so he could make sure it was a good surprise for his little girl. He got the telescope all focused and set up, to make sure they didn't have to waste time when they should be looking at the stars.

Stolas scooped Via into his arms, and opened a portal to the roof, stepping out into the little observatory he'd created.

"Starfire," he murmurs, stroking a hand over her little headfeathers, opening a portal to the heavens. "It's time to wake up, time to see the stars."

He watches as she let out a little yawn, one hand lifting to rub at her eyes as she wakes up, immediately perking up when he mentions seeing the stars.

Stolas had showed her how to use the telescope before, and she went right up to it, looking through it to spot the constellations she knew.

"that's a frying pan. right there. can you see it?" Via says, and Stolas couldn't keep the smile from his face if he tried.