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𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝:  𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

[1]𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝙵𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍: 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎: 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜; 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎

[2] 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝:  𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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Indie Sync the Tempest. Written by Luci~

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After two months of privately debating on this. I have decided to archive this blog. The new blog is almost ready and I’ll be reblogging the promo here shortly and having it in queue for a few days . I hope to see and write with you on the new blog!  

#OOC ♝ Luci

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❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

#Chess Game ♝ Meme

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#Chessmaster ♝Headcanon #Out on Mission ♝ Queue

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emily-lotus​:

Just how cruel was this boy? He was willing to use her as a hostage to kill someone like Jade. And the colonel was going to fall into the trap because she’s one of the few things, besides a hoard of rappigs, that Peony can call family. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

Why was she so weak? She couldn’t use artes. All she was good for was sitting around looking pretty for company. Even though Peony hated that. He hated how she tore herself down. She wasn’t like other aristocrats. She didn’t have and natural talents except reading.

She heard noises from outside. One of the guards.

“Over here colonel!” He shouted out.

“Excellent, be sharp. We are dealing with a very formidable foe.” Jade cautioned loudly. What was he up to?

Lips curled in a wicked grin at the sounds outside the door. Oh, how excited he was to be the one to do the necromancer in. He almost took glee in it as he raised his hand to hover before his mask, ready to weave fonons to his command. A flick of his eyes down to the helpless princess as he laughs softly, just like the seventh.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the show is about to begin." His lips curl as he watches the door again, fingers itching for it all to begin. "Be sure after this is all done to go be a good little Messenger to the Emperor. That way you'll have some use outside of being a witness."

#Emily Lotus #/if you need any help i wouldn't mind/ #/i know too much about Abyss/

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feraliix​:

the redhead shot the other a slightly pinched expression that softened out minutely a moment after, attention shifting back to the board game. luke knew he wasn’t made for war, for fighting; sync was using that part of his brain for this, & as far as board games went, that was all well & good, but with the concept of actual humans being sacrificed… 

a grimace passed over his lips for just a moment before a thoughtful one took its place, & luke moved to open his notepad to a new page. his pen scribbled a note, & he turned it around to show sync.

 “what if sacra sacrifices cost you victory instead?”

"Then you'd be just like The Commandant. " Sync moves his next piece before looking over the board. Sync motions with his hand, half shrugging as he talks. Really who was he of all people to talk on the moral ramifications of sacrifice? He wasn't. His own morals were as fake as he was. "That's just how things are. In war, on the battlefield, someone is going to die. You, your allies, or your enemies. It's naïve to believe that somehow you'll come out without losing someone or something."

How comical. Two replicas playing chess and talking on the sacrifice of a race that thought them as lesser. He can't even stop the snicker that leaves his lips. It was funny.

"What do you care? If I remember correctly, you sacrificed so many fellow replicas, and for what? For the originals?  I wonder how that's going?" Green hues are cold as they stare the other replica down, calm and collected. "I guess you aren’t as bad as the originals. You offered up your own life unlike those who rather push all their issues onto a bunch a infants. Must have been easy for them. Get rid of the straining and annoying replicas while also saving their asses. And don’t get mad at me, I’m being honest, unlike the Commandant.”

#feraliix #/sorry he got talkative/

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@specialgels​

“Is this all your blood, Sync?” Etude’s hands were stained slightly from the blood that soaked the tag they found earlier, but they didn’t care. Carefully stepping around the trail of blood they had follow, they slowly approached the other and tried to see if Sync was injured. Where he was injured.

“What happened back there?” A pause, recalling the words to the Heal arte and slowly starting to draw in seventh fonons for that purpose. “Obviously I could see that there was a lot of blood, but…”

His eyes were closed as he rests his head against the alleyway wall. The disconnect was strong within the order, and the dropping of landmasses and the multiple kidnappings of the Fon Master had made it even worse. Sync knew why he was targeted out of all the God Generals. He was after all the youngest, the least experienced in battle.

Catching him by surprise left a bitter taste in his mouth, but it hardly mattered anymore. Or so he'd like to say. If he returned to the Order injured, and his only excuse being that he was caught off guard, not only would his pride be destroyed, he didn't want to think of the words of the others. The only good thing was that the offending knights of the Fon Master Faction were as dead as dead could have gotten.

A gloved hand curled tight against the stab would in his abdomen, trying to keep any more of his blood seeping out. His body hadn't given out, but who knew for how much longer. Dying here and like this was not what Sync wanted.

Eyes shift up at the sound of footsteps, watching the green-haired teen as he kneeled by his side. A small snort of a laugh. "I'd say 10 to 20 percent of the blood is mine." The feeling of fonons aid the healing of his wounds, Sync relaxed slightly. Did Etude have the ability to heal the injury that resulted in so much blood?

"Just some fools that thought they were stronger than they were." Eyes shift to the tag in Etude's hand before he closed his eyes. "They just surprised me was all."

#specialgels #/i believe in you Yuki/

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emily-lotus​:

She looked up at him. She wanted to apologize but that was even stupider. She watched him, let him talk.

“Then why even bother? What is it you really want? Money? You have enough power, that much is evident.” She wanted to know. Especially if she were to die.

A chill ran down her spine as he spoke. She watched him. How could anyone be this cruel?

“J-jade will come for me. He’ll be able to take you down with no issue. He’ll come.” She was sure they were coming up with a plan while scouts look for…wherever they were.

Sync sneers at her words. Really how stupid could this woman be? Was she not smart enough to piece together what the ultimate objective of this risky plan was?

"Oh, I hope he does. I really do. Maybe I won't kill you. It'll be way more fun for you to see him die first." A laugh rings out, soft and gentle and so unfitting for the sadist of a God-General. His shoulders shake with laughter before the replica leans down close.  

"Are you scared? Don't worry, now that I've thought it over, I won't kill you. I'll let you live your miserable and useless life till the very end with the knowledge of just how weak you are. How someone died because you were so powerless." A giggle as he stepped back.  

#Emily Lotus

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emily-lotus​:

She thought for a moment. She was just a appointed heir to the throne of Malkuth, she wasn’t even born an aristocratic. She struggled against the ropes. She looked back at her captor. He wouldn’t go after Jade. Not so brazenly. Guy? Maybe. According to Jade they have a history.

She bit her lip. That would be the only thing that made sense. But Guy wouldn’t come for her. He had no reason and Peony wouldn’t be able to convince him. Guy had no reason. She didn’t know everyone else. She only heard tales of the adventure. Anise was busy as well and Natalia. And once more she didn’t know them. That left Guy and Jade. But surely Sync wasn’t dumb enough to take on Jade alone. Not when that was the most cunning, brilliant, if not mad, military officer Malkuth has ever had.

"Wow. I guess the stereotype about brunettes being smart was wrong. No wonder all you do is sit around and read.  You are practically useless." What even did she do all day? Waste everyone's time?

Sync pauses before moving beside the woman and looking down at her, trying to gauge her thoughts. Whatever they were he had a feeling she wouldn't understand his reasoning. "I could kill you right now, I don't need you alive anymore." Lips are curling into the most vicious grin. He wanted to see her squirm just a little for his own sick amusement. But how could he go about it.... "But it'd be more fun to kill you in front of your would-be savior, don't you think, Your Highness?"

#Emily Lotus

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@emily-lotus here:

Green hues watch her as if her answer is obvious. "You read a lot, yeah? Why don't you use that brain in your head and think it over. Why would you be kidnapped? What do I have to gain from doing so?" Sync wasn’t one to do things without reason or purpose, this all had a goal in mind and this all was his plan. It wouldn’t fail. 

Arms cross over his chest as he looks to the only entrance and exit to this place. He had already had a fonic glyph set on the ground as a trap. All he had to do was wait. 

#emily lotus

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Two new verses

Kaiadas Thuellai ♝Genshin Impact

Fury like a Tempest ♝ Crestoria

#Fury like a Tempest ♝ Crestoria #Kaiadas Thuellai ♝Genshin Impact #/they're not as fleshed out as i want but im waiting for the games to progress more to add to it/

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@awkwardxstars​ here:

The scent of blood was heavy in the air, drawing the attention of the young teen as he stepped behind a nearby tree. A wounded man. It was none of his damn business, so he could keep walking. But something about this stranger seemed familiar.

Stepping closer, the masked teen watches as the spear is held up, weighing his odds and knowing it'd be simple to win a fight if this injured person were to try. Weak. With a scoff, he kneels down and overlooks the injuries. Healing was not a skill he prided himself on. If anything he knew he was downright horrid at it.

"And you probably shouldn't be either."

Sync kneels into the bloodied ground, brows knitting in concentration to cast the healing arte.

"You're lucky I'm in a curious mood, otherwise, I'd have left you to die."

#awkwardxstars #Crestoria Verse ♝ Elder Brother #/this verse is pretty much place holder till cresty adds my boy to the story/ #/but hello! here is one asshole teen for you/

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@asterisque​ here:

A hand moves to bat the one assaulting his hair, grimacing as he crossed his arms. Now his hair was going to be a mess and Vicious' glove would be covered with hair gel. 

"I mind that you messed my hair up." Now he had to fix it. Eyes shift under his mask as he decides to answer honestly. "You don't need to do that. I'm strong enough to handle myself with you butting in like that. But thanks.." 

#asterisque #Out on Mission ♝ Queue

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The words dig under his skin, and they dig deep. To be considered horrible in an area and to be compared to the Seventh was enough to bring forth rage, instead, he bites back the anger and crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s not that I can’t cook, it’s that I don’t like to. It’s a waste of my time when I can simply eat field rations or something from the mess hall.” Van had taught him the bare basics then left him to fend for himself on his own meals. Perhaps to someone like Anise, his food was bland and rough to look at, but to Sync it was what he needed, energy to fuel his body. 

Grabbing the messed up plate off eggs, he threw them away. While he was normally against wasting food, he wasn’t in the mood to eat eggs. “If you had let me pick the dish instead of your disgusting idea, it wouldn’t have been so bad.” With that said, the masked teen turned on his heel and back into the kitchen to make something worth wasting the time to make. A nice cream stew. 

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      “Both Ion and you are horriable at cooking. Both of you.” Anise stares in disbelief at the dishes in front of her. Burnt, oddly colored, random eggshell, how is this even possible? Asch can cook, Largo is an amazing cook, Dist knows how to make sweets- Did Sync really not get any kind of cooking training? She thought for sure he would have been taught some of the basics as a part of survival training.

      “You are a step above Ion, he can burn tea.”

#chxrishxd #/sync is going to prove you wrong anise/

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Going to be writing a drabble and then date with my lovely s/o

#OOC ♝ Luci

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Manipulative Characters in Roleplays

piiiety:

I’ve kind of always wanted to write this rant, so here we go:

You know when there’s that character in the RP whose bio says that he’s supposed to be ‘manipulative’ and ‘sly’ and really good at reading people and clever and stuff?

Those characters are supposed to be brilliant puppet-masters, and they’re supposed to be able to manipulate other characters. The admins wrote that character that way for a reason, and the person playing the character should have the liberty to use their character in a realistic way. So when you’re playing against a character like that, don’t have your character guess the manipulative/secretive character’s motives just because you want the ‘good guys’ to win. Especially if you’re playing someone who’s supposed to be easily manipulated.

#OOC ♝ Luci #Out on Mission ♝ Queue