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[eunciia]

birthday starter┊@aeipathcy

Maudie had thought long and hard about what to give Niko for his birthday. Through a period of time she even debated on not giving him anything, maybe even just offering to hang out with him for the day if he was free. She could plan the day. She vetoed the idea though, not willing to over step and assume he didn't have other plans. The raven thought long and hard for weeks, stumped on finding something that would be heartfelt, but not too much.

She'd text him the morning of to wish him Happy Birthday and see if he would be able to meet up with her at some point in the day. A smile not leaving her face when he agreed, but still trying not to let herself get too excited about it. As she waited for him at their meeting spot, she scrunched his present around in her hands. Maudie had decided not to wrap it, it being something useful that he could use right away if he actually liked it; not that she'd be offended if he didn't.

The soft fabric felt warm in her hands. The fall weather was getting cold as they got closer to the winter months. She was proud of the black winter hat she'd knitted for him, hoping that it wasn't too much. She'd done a lot of knitting on a loom when the twins first were kicked out of the coven. The small girl really hadn't picked a loom up in quite some time, but for some reason she thought something small and homemade would be the perfect thing to give her undead friend. She wasn't even sure if it made sense to give him a winter hat, or if he needed one, but she hoped that he appreciated the gift either way.

#❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ closed starters ⊱ #❛ ❀ ┊ maudie ⊰ threads ⊱ #❛ ❀ ┊ maudie ⊰ in character ⊱ #❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ prompts ⊱ #❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ interactions ⊱ #aeipathcy #niko #i'm sorry i know i said i was sending an ask #i hope this is okay

[unladielike]

❝ Are you the type that likes candy? ❞ Reanne asked her abruptly as they passed by the candy aisle in the store. Once again, they had run into each other while at the grocery store, and with Halloween coming up, of course that question would pop up sooner or later. Her dark brown eyes glanced over towards her shorter companion as she drastically shifted the conversation into a different direction before Vivian could truly get a word in, ❝ you wouldn't believe me if I said that I have a friend who despises chocolate with every fiber of his being, would you? But he does. I don't understand it. Even if you give him a treat that isn't chocolate, he'll glare at you and force you to take it back. ❞

          UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    Given how Reanne seemed to talk a mile per minute, preventing her from getting the chance to even speak, all Vivian could really manage in response was a single nod while she turns to regard the candy store. It was only after she finishes relaying the information about her friend, however, does she whip back around with evident shock painted across her bespectacled features.

    "Wait, he despises chocolate?! That's absolutely blasphemous!" she then exclaims, allowing disbelief to punctuate her tone. "Seriously, I pity his taste buds if he doesn't have a refined enough palate to enjoy candy. Like, what an absolute waste that is... then again, there's no food I really hate unless it's made with expired ingredients, so maybe me being non-picky doesn't count for much, yet still... how can you even turn away free chocolate? Does he need a new tongue or something? Jesus..."

    Perhaps she was over exaggerating a bit, but at the same time, Vivian found it preposterous someone could have such a natural distaste for all sweets. Why, in her humble opinion, it was akin to saying you don't want salt in any of your meals.

@aeipathcy

#aeipathcy #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ thank you for the ask! tbh vivian is just like 'wtf??' rn because she cannot comprehend how someone can dislike chocolate ]

[strongwilledsoul]

It had been really too long since he had been able to spend some time with his favorite person. Fall and winter were not kind seasons for him, and as much as Reece was capable of handling him whenever, Lian hated making him look after him while he was doing his job. Today though, none of that was present. The caladrius was quick to envelope his boyfriend in a hug the second he saw him, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, ❝ I missed you so much—you have no idea! What have you been up to while I was huddling around the fireplace 24/7? ❞

Lian cuddles were the best.

Reece's arms found their way around the caladrius as if it were reflex. He folded his hands in the small of Lian's back and held him like that, giving him a squeeze between his elbows as reassurance. He felt a little chill run through him, and goose bumps prickled on his arms as his partner buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too!" As if that wasn't obvious. The nephilim was clingy at the best of times--all this separation had taken its toll. Lian didn't know it yet, but it was gonna take a crowbar and some choice swearing to convince Reece to let 'im go again.

"I didn't wanna go too far away, in case you needed company," a weird concession from a man who could transit universes in an instant, but Reece didn't think about it that way. "So I stayed local and ended up focusing on my college courses and stuff. My parents've never been so proud."

Reece dipped his head, burying his face in Lian's hair.

"You're not gonna be able to keep me away like that next year. I started goin' through Lian withdrawals."

#aeipathcy #Asks: Reece

[smokes-and-bullets]

❝ Yo, ❞ Reanne greeted him with a raised hand and a smile, ❝ what'cha up to this lovey-dovey season? ❞ Obviously, she didn't expect a guy like him to have any plans, but that didn't mean she couldn't blab about her own, equally non-romantic agenda for the next week, ❝ I got nobody to see or confess to, so I'm likely to be working and trying to take my mind off hating every couple I see. ❞

He hadn't seen Reanne in a while.

"Hey.." Raises a brow at her question but shrugs with an answer.

"Nothing, it's a normal day for me, none of that romantic valentines day none sense." Except maybe for the chocolate it comes with, he'll be stocking up on that.

"If all else fails darling, get chocolate. Maybe the day after when they're all on sale. Chocolate won't fuck anything up and it's good to boot."

Frowns a bit at her words, understanding the last statement well enough.

"Fuck them.. and their bull shit."

#aeipathcy #ask #Francis answers

[kingspuppet-a]

@aeipathcy​​ || Happy Birthday, Goro!!

❝ Here, ❞ was all she could say as she forced a small gift box into his hands. Reanne was not obligated to do anything for him, as they weren't exactly friends, but since she had celebrated with him last year, it'd be weird to not do something this year. She had found a nice pair of leather gloves, and since she noticed how often Akechi wore them, they might be a good thing to gift—he was probably wearing the same pair for what seemed like forever, ❝ I know we're not really friends, but it'd be weird if I didn't do something for you since I dragged you around to celebrate last year. Happy birthday, Akechi. ❞

          As soon as the box is pressed into his hands he’s giving it a skeptical look. Considering last year’s affairs he’s not surprised that she decided to make this a reoccurring theme. He finds himself unable to understand the motive behind it, though. Reanne was right on the count that they weren’t friends. It’s a wonder that they still make time for one another with the tension that constantly sits between them. And yet, she’s here presenting him with a gift.

          “I told you last year that I’m not fond of my birthday.” Or at least that’s what he tells himself to remain indifferent on this dreadful day.

          He’s tempted to return the gift and forget the interaction between them ever happened, but he’s quite curious about the contents. Reanne, despite knowing her for awhile now, was still an enigma. Her moods could flip the Tokyo Sky Tree upside down. She’s fine with Goro one day and they’re at each others throats the next. As irritating as she can be it’s also something that fascinates him.

          With a drawn out sigh and brows pinched together, he pops the lid off from the box to finally peer inside. The sight of the fresh pair of gloves that aren’t scuffed and wearing has his eyes widening. It’s only a moment before he recaps the box as he quickly schools his expression into something neutral before flicking his eyes back up at Reanne.

          “I thought you would’ve been more extravagant.” A slight quirk tilts up the corner of his lips. He can’t let her have the upper hand even on his birthday. “I suppose I appreciate the gesture...thank you.”

#aeipathcy #; Verse || A Life So Trivial ♟️ #//Getting Goro to say thank you is like pulling teeth asdfghjklkjhjkl #//He is silently grateful he just won't admit that to her or himself.

[s4crificial-a]

@aeipathcy​ said  ;   ❝ Why are you so willing to stick by me? I would've thought I'd have disgusted you to the point of you ditching me by now, ❞ Reanne asked as bluntly as always. Again, they had somehow run into each other right outside the cafeteria, but this time, she wasn't so happy to humor the idea of sharing a meal with him. As much as Beck had listened to her over the phone and let her grab as many plates as she wanted last time they ate together, it wasn't right. The girl couldn't place it, but it wasn't right to keep doing this—to take advantage of kindness when she wasn't likely to get better (yes, she was that convinced she wouldn't). Cleaning her spoon of the vanilla ice cream she was eating, she turned her gaze to him, ❝ really, Beck. I don't think my problems are worth sticking around to help fix, and binge-eating isn't pretty. ❞

UNPROMPTED !

     WHAT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW? Where did this come from? Beck pales, staring into the void as he tries to figure out where he went wrong. He made sure to answer every call and talk for as long as she wanted. Was that not enough? And her food. He never tried to limit her after his first misstep—so why is she trying to push him away? Why now? 

     His eyes drop, trying to mask the pain. Why does rejection always feel like he’s been hit by a truck? 

                 Don’t cry here. Don’t blow up here. Do not lose it here.

     “ Um... ” Brows tangle under his bangs. Didn’t she ask a question? He can’t remember, palms covering his face. Fuck, he shouldn’t have come here. He should’ve never come here. He shouldn’t be here. “ I don’t. . .think you’re disgusting. . . ” It’s muffled, but he’s trying. Slowly, his hands lower, staring at his untouched food. Needing something to focus on. 

     “ I mean, if you don’t. . .want me around, that’s fine. ”

     Because it is. It is okay. As much as it fucking hurts, it’s okay. Anyone can leave whenever they want, and it’s not his place to argue otherwise. He takes his tray and stands, reminding himself to breathe. What else can he say? An apology balls in his throat, leaving no other choice but to nod and dump his food in the garbage. He can’t leave the table any faster, barreling through the cafeteria doors and breaking into a sprint. 

     I’m sorry, I’m sorry. . .

#aeipathcy #{ beck ; ic } — lonely and lonelier still. #{ beck ; answered } — so you know a little more. #{ v ; default } — counting down the days until you leave. #/ kamdlkamdkla #/ beck is too FRAGILE for this #tw // depression #tw // negative

[nobleburn]

❤️ for Ryder (might be a bit early to tell so feel free to delete if you can't come up with anything)

"Well," Nikolette started, crossing her arms and letting a thoughtful expression grow on her face. "I suppose everyone has their charm points, even someone like Ryder." Yes, despite his grumbling to the contrary, certainly he wasn't a complete lost cause. "He isn't terrible to look at, to begin with." Not exactly her type, but neither was he ugly. "And although he has quite the stubborn streak, he takes instruction well enough once he's decided to do so."

Was there much else positive about him she could say? Certainly capable of duplicity as necessary, Nikolette saw little benefit to herself in speaking ill of Ryder in a situation like this, so there was hardly a need to say anything negative. Then... "Mm, and I suppose in the worst case scenario, he's a better escort than none at all."

#aeipathcy #answered memes #thanks for the ask!

[pvremichigan]

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Biggest pet peeve that I HAVEN'T mentioned yet. Hm... Probably, nothing to do with the community. It's the lack of energy and motivation to write these days. Life brings you down and you're struggling to even do the simple tasks that NEED to be done. Writing is a very tough and time consuming hobby, so not having the energy for it or motivation can be damning and result in (what you see on my blog) MONTHS of little to no activity. It sucks because it just feels like I'm missing out. I do want to write. I also want to want to write again. Losing the drive to write is one of the most defeating feelings. Especially when so many people want to interact with you.

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[aeviterncl]

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[eunciia]

🧛‍♂️ go to a costume party? [Niko/Maudie]

prompted┊@aeipathcy

Maudie was ecstatic that she'd talked Niko into going to the costume party she had talked Xan into letting her throw. To be fair, though, Xan would pretty much let her do anything as long as it didn't put them in harms way. He'd even invited a few of his own friends and took it upon himself to set snacks out for the night. She remembered looking through costumes with him last year, but this year she'd taken it upon herself to pick out a costume for him and not let him know what it was until the night of. She had looked for weeks on a cute matching outfit they could wear together, something that wouldn't indicate they were a couple, but merely good friends.

Time was ticking by, Maudie had changed into her little black dress and shear tights. She put on a cat ear headband and put the finishing touches on her make up, drawing cat whiskers on her cheeks with eye liner. She couldn't wait to show Niko his costume, a dalmatian jumpsuit with ears on the hood and a tail following behind. She wasn't 100% sure that he'd wear it, thinking that he'd even bring a back up costume with him depending just how much he actually trusted her. She'd also gotten herself a dog jumpsuit just in case he didn't want to wear it in his lonesome, but she'd only bring it up if he had an issue with the costume to begin with.

Now that she was all set, she walked out into the living room, rather than fussing with her appearance in the mirror. She walked around making sure everything looked nice, and that her brother didn't leave any of his spare socks on the living room floor as he liked to do. She checked in with Xan, who was wearing the standard witch costume trying to be funny or metaphoric. She looked up when the door bell rang, Xan opening their home to a few of his friends to begin with. Shortly after, her own friends started to flood in. She was having a great time, though her eyes stayed glued to the door waiting for Niko to show up, hoping that he hadn't forgotten or decided not to come.

#❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ answered asks ⊱ #❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ interactions ⊱ #❛ ❀ ┊ maudie ⊰ in character ⊱ #you don't have to reply I know it's after halloween #aeipathcy #niko

[unladielike]

Reanne had somehow managed to remember a special occasion today—it was a friend's birthday! And of course, she had gotten things prepared nicely. Having packed a mini chocolate cheesecake into a very festive and birthday themed gift bag, the pigtailed girl was more than happy to greet her friend with a wide smile, ❝ Vivian! Happy birthday!! ❞ In addition to the cake she had gotten, there was a little acrylic standee of Tyril (was that his name?) from that otome game she hadn't played yet (but it was the same character featured on the keychain Vivian gifted her around the time they first met) packed neatly in the bag too.

   VIVIAN'S BIRTHDAY BASH. always accepting no matter how late!

    Frankly speaking, Vivian wasn't expecting Reanne to actually remember her birthday, so when she presented her with a fancy gift bag over by the bus stop they had both agreed to meet at, her face would immediately light up.

    "Wow, for me? Thank you so much, Riri!" Vivian soon clasps her hands together before eagerly prying the bag out of her hands. Honestly enough, it was merely the thought itself that counted, to the point where Reanne could have gifted her olive oil and she would have been pleased to no end.

    "Not gonna lie, I didn't think you would actually get me anything... but I guess there's a reason people call stuff like this a 'surprise', huh?" Vivian then rambles while chancing a glance down towards the contents of the bag. Granted, chocolate wasn't her absolutely favourite flavor or anything, but it was still cheesecake; therefore, she doesn't doubt it would taste good! Besides, Reanne had also gotten her a Tyril standee acrylic, so even if the cheesecake failed to match her non-picky standards, she would at least have that to decorate her room.

    "Oh man, I hope I won't end up dropping this cake on my way back home," Vivian finally sweat-drops upon realizing she had to be extra careful when it came to carrying around Reanne's gift. "Kinda makes me wish we were over at the food court again. That way, I could just eat this right away and not have to worry about the limitation of only having two hands."

@aeipathcy

#aeipathcy #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ adshakjdhskja POOR VIVIAN WORRIES SHE MIGHT DROP THE CAKE REANNE HAD GIVEN HER ] #[ especially with how clumsy she is. but she's truly delighted with the gift! ]

[strongwilledsoul]

When it’s your partner’s birthday and you’ve been waiting all year to celebrate it.

#aeipathcy #dash commentary

[smokes-and-bullets]

@aeipathcy

He’s sitting on a curb smoking, done for the rest of the day and both tired and bored which wasn’t the best combination. Staring ahead at the cars passing by from where he sat, wasn’t too busy on the street but it was a small street to begin with. Not many came through often. 

Looking over at a few passerby's before recognizing one of them.  Reanne, recalled having run into her a few times. Each time he didn’t think he would see her again and yet there she was. Catching her attention with a wave, he leaned back with a smile towards her. “Small world isn’t it? Weird that we keep running into each other.” It was a tad annoying at first but he was finding it amusing now. “Where are you headed off to then?” 

#aeipathcy #Hope this is alright~

[kingspuppet-a]

@aeipathcy​ || 100 Nonverbal Prompts

8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together. (I have 0 doubts that Reanne would drag him along on a shopping trip just for the sake of having company)

          In truth, Goro hated shopping. It was frivolous and a complete waste of his time. Whether or not he had other plans was completely irrelevant. The fact of the matter is he’d rather be doing anything else but standing here glaring at various racks of clothes.

          He can only assume by the absurdity of the material and styles that they were this season’s latest trend. Maybe once he would’ve cared. As the Charismatic Detective he had to stay up to date on everything that was popular with those around his age. It was painstaking keeping up with physical appearances for the sake of the ignorant masses alongside his more important endeavors. Staring at these clothes makes him relieved that he doesn’t have to be as meticulous about it anymore.

          Of course he’d be even more relieved if he wasn’t forced to stand beside the ugly fabric as he waits for Reanne to finish whatever she’s doing.

          “Is it possible for you to make a decision some time this year?” Irritation leaks into his voice as a hand rests on his hip, his foot tapping impatiently. “I told you it looked fine ten minutes ago. You can’t seriously still be deciding.”

#aeipathcy #; Verse || A Life So Trivial ♟️ #//Goro just: I'll say whatever it takes to get me the hell out of here.

[s4crificial-a]

@aeipathcy​​  ;  [ COFFEE SHOP ] (even after Larisa made a point to stay out of Tsurya's way due to their last conversation, they somehow end up running into each other unintentionally at the local coffee shop— I imagine Larisa looking up from her coffee and being like "oh")

MEME !  — ACCEPTING  

     HOW FATE LOVES TO TORTURE HIM. Now that he was no longer interested in studying at the library or anywhere near campus grounds, Tsurya finds himself buried in the corner of a coffee shop, printed notes stacked with a dark laptop screen reflecting his procrastination. It’s been weeks, but he can’t stop thinking about his embarrassing outburst. 

     Chin resting in the palm of his hand, the demon sits there, pouting and glaring through the window. What is he supposed to do and why does he feel the need to apologize? No one has ever roused him this way, and he doesn’t know how to handle the reality of her witnessing his deepest anger. 

     Honestly, it has less to do with her inexperience and more with the circumstances. Her innocence was tainted by an invasive spirit, which leads him to wonder if Makoto feels the same way. Is he nothing but a cursed ghost? Is he a thief? Did he, somehow, deserve her punishment? As the days pass, he feels less justified in his wrath, and he nearly mistakes her scent as a hallucination.    But it is her. 

     Fine. If they’re destined to meet again, he’ll oblige. Tsurya stares at her, pointedly, and gestures to the chair opposite of him. 

#aeipathcy #{ tsurya ; ic } — if only your hatred matched mine. #{ tsurya ; answered } — your curiosity is flattering. #{ v ; possessed } — witness - for they have become one. #/ this took long kajdjasd