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Just a heads up, but the wraiths will all be moved to a sideblog @voidbloodcd

#because they got their own stories #so y'know #fuq it

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“If you want to make it in this world, you can only look forward. No time for regrets.”

So hey, I finally finished that edit of human!Kazuma. Take him.

#Ink on the Page (Visage; Kazuma) #Fel's Edits

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WIP of Kazuma’s current edit.

#Ink on the Page (Visage; Kazuma) #tbh this is turning out better than i thought

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Made an interest checker inspired by @zorkaya​. Figured it was about time I did something like this! 

Here it is!

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Made an interest checker inspired by @zorkaya​. Figured it was about time I did something like this! 

Here it is!

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I think today I will do an edit of Kazuma’s human self.

#i'm in the mood for arting #not writing #so here we go lol

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Made an interest checker inspired by @zorkaya​. Figured it was about time I did something like this! 

Here it is!

#reblogs this here too

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Hello, hello! Felwynter here! With a small favor to ask, do you mind liking/reblogging this post if you’re fine with interacting with a magic based OC? Izumi’s been around for quite some time, but currently makes a living as an English professor by day, and a magic instructor by night! I look forward to writing with all of you! Currently, I have a Genshin Impact verse, with more on the way!

#self promo tag.

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zorkaya​:

“Why don’t you kiss me to know how my lips taste?”

“Is that permission then?”

#zorkaya #I Can't Seem to Find My Way Home (IC; Kazuma)

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madamhatter​:

At the technicality of her being the one who should intervene, a thought buds in the informant’s mind. However, in the same fashion of indifference and impassivity, they remain with their glass against their bruised lower lip. None of the liquor washes over their palette nor and scorches their throat.

Instead, the cool glass alleviates -  - it alleviates wildfire of irate festering and ever consuming the longer they spent another moment in the presence of such blind arrogance and self-centrism. 

“The bartender, the only one here, can only be as much of a peacekeeper when he only has two ears here and over four mouths in here talking, more than sixty glasses clanking, and perhaps another hundred things to keep in mind of.” Little thought is given to the man behind the counter, whose form is briefly watched by Simeon before glancing down at the table.

And though dullened earthly irises registers no thought or reaction to such a figure – had their eyes lingered any longer, some might dare say Simeon would’ve spent some of the night watching them. Those mad enough would even say they looked preoccupied by him. By this stranger who they have never met before nor spoken to. 

Oh, how odd. 

“The décor is what this place has going for it, ” agreed Simeon. “And the location itself is perfect, it is a meeting place where both those of the docks and those of the stalls can go. It isn’t far too exclusive for one side or the other.” And that was all that the informant could muster about Lunazul positively. 

“Say, when you mentioned a fight,” they diverge the conversation elsewhere, trying it smother out of the fire eating away their calmness, “how long has that been since your last one?” 

They turn their cheek towards her, the glass returning down onto the table, still holding it. 

 “Don’t take this as me doubting that ya’ do,” they clarify with clearing their throat, rethinking how they regarded the fact, “just curious as to what would even prompt ya’ to go for it.” “And,” they snicker,  “how badly the other party looks–” 

Slurred words interrupt. “Glory” Hick. “found high in the red sky.” A song is recited by hot drunkard’s breath,“Topaxi rise, Topaxi rise–!” 

The song is alive and it returns memories. Memories of stomping feet against the ground that move past rubble and death. Heavy smog and smoke filling the air, coating a young woman’s throat, choking on the smoke and ash of fire consuming her world whole. 

The drunk’s hand brushes against the small of their back, their shoulders twitch as if restraining itself. 

The patron turns the back of their head to the woman, all focus springing onto one of the notorious loud-mouths from the neighboring table.

“…” And long did Simeon hold their gaze, bringing together what they’d call a ‘reprieve’ from this madness. But, for the man was the target of their gaze, a pit of fear begins to grow. Those eyes — he recognizes them like his own father’s.

It was a dead-man’s gaze. Milky glaze of a corpse whose body flies communed and bred in, where the putrid rot diseased the very air someone would breathed, and unhinged expression in the moments before death were forever etched onto their stiff and icy body. 

The hand immediately flinches away from them and long does the phantom keep their possession over the man. Staring, staring, staring long into their eyes, warning just how close they are from dropping from the brink of their self-control. 

The man staggers back, clenching the mug in his left hand.

Simeon calmly turns out to their conversation partner, smiling calmly, face looking as typically bored as it usually does. 

“As you were saying?” 

“It’s been a while. Kinda can’t get into fights ‘nd all that. Might reflect badly on other people.”

Juliana felt that same phantom pain that lingered in her false arm. Some days she could swear that she felt her old limb, even knowing that it was long gone by then. She got used to the new arm, but...Damn if she didn’t feel odd with it. Hence why she always kept it covered up with a sleeve and wearing a glove to conceal it. She supposes that she could be worse off, after all, she could be dead instead of enjoying a drink.

[How fortunate, that you’re here while better people than you are in the ground rotting or buried in some unknown spot. And even then you remember hearing about bodies being lost. Just some kid who didn’t know what the hell she was getting into.]

“I prefer keepin’ to myself. When work doesn’t keep me busy, then I’m making work for myself by working on my airship. I do have to keep myself in shape and up to date with hand to hand routines, maybe with a knife or sword if I ever need to use one. I’d be...bad at my job if I weren’t.”

[Yes, you’ve got to be ready to kill someone at any time. You can do it with your hands, or from behind the helm at an airship. Not that you’ve killed much else but sky pirates every now and again. Fresh faced girl joining a war to work on airships and prove she wasn’t some spoiled brat. What did you get out of all of that? Nothing but pains that shoot through what’s left of your old arm and nightmares with the smell of burning flesh and scrap metal.]

“Nothin’ special about me, if I have to be honest.”

#yni tag tba. #juliana ic tag tba.

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BEFORE  SHIPPING  WITH  ME ,  YOU  NEED  TO  KNOW   //  

i  will  get  invested  almost  instantly. 

i  will  invade  your  inbox  //  im’s  //  discord  etc  for  plots  //  headcanon’s  //  and  general  yelling  about  our  ship. 

i  will  tag  you  in  gifsets  //  images  //  posts  that  remind  me  of  our  ship.  

i  will  send  you  almost  every  meme  you  reblog  //  pop  into  your  ask  IC  spontaneously.  

i  will  get  on  your  nerves  eventually  but  that’s  fine  we’re  fine  it’s  fine.  

i  won’t  force  anything  on  you  that  you’re  not  comfortable  with  and  will  always  discuss  any  uncomfortable  //  triggering  subjects  with  you.  because  as  my  rp  partner  and  friend  i  respect  you  and  your  boundaries.  

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#one day i'll use this icon #one day

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I’ve made the choice that Lars will be officially singleship with @phantasmaw​‘s OC Sovann. I honestly can’t imagine him with anyone else and at this point, nobody else would get him the way Sovann does. 

#No more romance for this dragon man #but he will be your friend #or father figure

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namelessxflowers​:

“Usually. USUALLY! If ya keep this up I swear I’ll be damn sure to make this fight end how it unusually tends to end, preferably with your sorry ass buried six feet under!”

“Hah, what’s the old sayin’? ‘I love the kinda woman who can kick my ass’? You know you’d go crazy in a day or two without me to keep you company and occupied.”

#This Ain't no Place For a Hero (IC; Benjamin) #namelessxflowers #ben vc: you know what you signed up for

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“I believe that I should be pampered, is that too much to ask for?”

#I'd Rather Die than Give You Control (IC; Serina) #aka serina is in the mood to be cared for and loved on

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namelessxflowers​:

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“…….Ya better wipe that shit-eatin’ grin off your face right fuckin’ now, or so help me-”

“What, you threatenin’ me with a good time? We both know how our fights usually end Cyclops.”

#This Ain't no Place For a Hero (IC; Benjamin) #namelessxflowers #ben vc: lol lmao

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He’s going to say nothing and just look at those results with the smuggest of grins.

@namelessxflowers​

#This Ain't no Place For a Hero (IC; Benjamin) #dash comm