#peachprosed

"what you lookin' at?" // the biggest manbaby .... emman

The Au’ra swishes the flask in her hand around- its half empty by now, though the motion still send a couple drops splattering against the ledge she’s perched on. Her free hand supports her chin as she sits cross legged, her tail hanging over the edge and swinging lazily back and forth like a slow pendulum. She raises a brow, an almost smug expression of amusement settling on her face. “..Seems li’ im lookin’ at a rather grumpy lil’ lordling.” Solana laughs, seemingly largely unbothered by the slight hostility the stranger offered as a greeting. Wasn’t the first time she’d had this sort of attitude aimed at her, especially in Ishgard, where it seemed as if half the population mistook her for either a very small bipedal dragon or a heretic. Still, if nothing else, fucking with stuffy pearl-clutching nobles who near fainted at the sight of scales provided good entertainment.

So this was it, this was the end.

The Tribunus held no delusions regarding the severity of his situation. He may have been alive physically, but his life was over, whether it be rotting in prison or being faced with a firing squad that was in his future. The Resistance would keep him alive for information and to stand trial and, if he was truly unlucky, he would be forced to bear witness to Valnain’s liberation.

He would not bemoan his fate, nor would he plead for mercy. Menenius had long-since accepted that this would be the price of failure, the price for following Noah.

No, if there was anything he regretted -- and he did, indeed, regret -- it was having failed to save his troops or secure them a means to escape from Zadnor. Their lives had been in his hands... and now they were doubtlessly either dead or captured as prisoners.

And, of course, this was saying nothing of the immense guilt and shame he felt at having failed Noah himself. If the Resistance expected that he would be forthcoming with information that could be used against Legatus Gabranth, they were sorely mistaken, and no amount of “coercion” would “persuade” him to betray him. His teeth gritted in a momentary grimace upon recalling his younger friend’s face from when last they had spoken; but it remained for only a scant moment before his half-obscured expression fell back into weary stoicism.

Lyon...

There was some comfort in hearing that neither Lyon nor the Beast King’s favorite pet had been found. Good; that meant there was still a chance that the pair would recover from their own injuries and find freedom somewhere far from here. Slowly, and deeply, the Garlean Elezen exhaled. Finally his arm was relocated back down to his side, and his exposed gaze returned to the woman that was caring for him.

To her question, his brow furrowed in contemplation of how best to respond. His Garlean pride and upbringing urged him to reject any further aid from the enemy, and there was a prickling sense of indignation that they had bothered to tend to his grievous wounds when he hadn’t asked them to. But, on the other hand... he wasn’t in a position, nor physical shape, nor did he have the energy within him to play stubborn over something as minor as the offer of water.

With a gulp to swallow down his apprehension, Menenius finally nodded. “...Yes.” Worst case scenario, the drink would be poisoned, and his demise would come now rather than later.

fifty ways to kiss someone. | accepting |

#32...to wake yours up

Alta is stunning, as always, and Tura feels so damn lucky to have the woman in her life. As she stares down at her sleeping partner, the Oronir smiles softly and reaches out to trace the shape of her jaw.

It's not the first time she's done this, early riser that she is.

And every day she thanks Nhaama that she has this sight to gaze upon.

And like every morning before, the urge to touch overcomes. The sun, now fully above the horizon, shines through their curtains in beams of soft light that frame Alta's eyes and draw Tura closer.

Alta's lips are soft and Tura thinks she could kiss them forever and never grow tired of it.

"Goodmorning, my love," she says softly when Alta stirs at the kiss. The smaller woman stretches and smiles and gives her own small "mornin'," that brings another grin to Tura's face.

The words are almost neutral, almost offhanded - if they didn't trail into bitterness. Colette shook her head, as if clearing her mind of any wayward thoughts, and let out a long exhale.

"I - ... guess I was wrong. To expect anything."

Kratos’s response was a measured silence as he regarded the young girl. When he did reply, his voice was calm, not having taken offense to her bitter tone. “He is more like his mother,” he replied. “Anna always saw the best in others. Though, I suspect he might be more like his dwarven father.”

Dirk had taken in and raised Lloyd himself, despite having no obligation to do so, and as far as Kratos could tell he had done a fine job. Better than he could have ever given Lloyd. Of that, Kratos was certain.

(barbie mermaidia starters!) @peachprosed

"Weeeell, it's not real yet☆!" Ramuda pulls the design concept sketches away from her and holds the drawing pad to his chest conspiratorially, with a smug little smile, "I'm glad you like the sketches but i'm not going to go any further unless you can pay my deposit~" He rips the last page, with a sizeable number written on it, and folds it in half to slide back across the table to her.

The Positivity Meme

🌟 - I love seeing you on the dash!

Mun: Awww thank you and I know this is late since I've been hella busy

"Matcha," she promised. "You said you enjoyed that, right? I hope."

No matter how engrained the thought may have been in her mind, doubt fluttered to the surface. She wiped the condensation from her palm on her jeans, continuing onward as if she hadn't let her uncertainty slip.

"So! Are you a 'birthday dinner and a movie at home' kind of guy, or a 'let the hibachi guy know it's your birthday so you can get some free sake' kinda guy?"

Charlie flounced down across from his desk, crossing her legs in the office chair and stabbing her straw through her own cup of boba tea.

Happy Birthday, Li! 

“I enjoy matcha.” Li answers her question with raised eyebrows.  Her uncertainty did not go unnoticed.  “It is good for the body.”  Well, the non-sugary kind without tapioca pearls was, anyway.  He lets himself indulge a little and takes a large swig.  “Thank you. You are very thoughtful.” 

It was hard for his birthday to go unnoticed at the office: It was plastered on the announcement board in the waiting room, someone had stuck a party hat sticker on his portrait behind the front desk, and there was a fat cake in the break room.   However, he does wonder if Charlie learned about the day by those obvious context clues or if she’d done some deep-dive Googling.  Li wasn’t sure he wanted to know. 

Li thoughtfully chews on a tapioca pearl as he mulls over her question and Charlie gets comfortable.   There was a time he would have shooed her, as the office was an inappropriate hangout location, but Charlie proved to rival Li in persistence.  So, he now tried to fulfill her needs as quickly as possible so that the clinic can be Charlie-free once again. 

which of your muses is the pickiest eater?

Liddell, because she'll basically refuse to eat anything that she doesn't love and throw a huge fit about it, and get violent if you try to force her to eat it anyway. This is true of Rosia too, but she cares about her image, so she's more likely to quietly sulk and pick at the meal.

what is your process for creating a new muse?

I haven't made an OC in 10-ish years, but when it comes to picking out canons to write... 1. I usually have to be drawn in by the aesthetic of the character and their source material first. I tend to write characters whose world I want to spend time in and explore more than the source material allows. 2. I tend to gravitate towards characters who are hyper-competent either socially or at their chosen skill, with a huge personality flaw. Bonus points if they are aware of said flaw and actively choose not to work on it. 3. I have been known to occasionally change one significant aspect of a characters mannerisms or arc and slap a "hc-based" on their bio

which of your muses needs / wants a hug the most?

Rei! She is severely depressed and her support system is very lackluster! Also tbh probably Hyouta, but you'll never get him to admit that. And Nagomi.

do any of your muses have issues remembering things?