#spiritedxreflections

     The young woman had used this day to finally get some well deserved rest and time to herself. She spent some time window shopping and picked up several sewing supplies to fix her quilt later tonight. Upon leaving the shop, she had encountered someone... who looked out of this world.

              GuardianXRedEyes               &               SpiritedXReflections

          Summon Spirit Ratatosk                              Emil Castagneir  

It was not your fault but mine.

            And it was your heart on the line..

                                      I really fucked it up this time...

                                                          Didn’t I my dear?... Didn’t I my dear.

{❄} “...Emil? Why... why are you squishing my cheeks?”

{☔} “...Ratatosk? No, not him. The other one, then?” Yvonne had told her a basic summary of the situation with their summon spirit, but she’d regrettably forgotten his name. Not exactly a great way to make an impression...

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: Emil. Can we talk about Emil? Ok, good. I fucking love Emil. Like, he’s one of my favourite fictional characters of all time period, and one of the characters in fiction I relate to the absolute most. He’s underappreciated a lot of the time, and I just. I fucking love him ok.how they play them: good! every rper has their own way to writing him (obvs), and it’s clear you put a lot of time into thinking about his actions and words.the mun: Brah. I think we’ve only known each other a couple years, but it feels like we’ve been friends for ages. Super chill, easy to talk to, and always fun to write with.

do i;

follow them: duhrp with them: alwayswant to rp with them: always always!ship their character with mine: that highkey depends on the verse. Normally? Not really, unless you count Yvonne kinda seeing him as a little brother. In mer/selkie au? yeah. totally. and if we throw in ratatosk then don’t even get me fuckin started i am goddamned t r a s h for that ship and i love it

what is my;