Do you like plants? Do you like emotionally stunted characters? Do you like druids? Then I have the character for you. Blame @ghostpillow for this nonsense because HERE WE GO!! This is Nivara, Niv for short, and they’re a genderless divine for tatsu’s canon, and they’re struggling to come to grips with themselves and the universe around them. They don’t show their emotions publicly though!

ID: LUKA ♡

“     even   so,     you   sure   look   like   one.     with   a   hair   colour   like   that,     you   could   pass   as   an   idol.     ———      ”     a   chuckle.     “     ———     you’re   pretty   good   looking   too.     why   don’t   you   take   on   modelling   for   a   try?     ”

all   jokes   aside,     he’s   glad   that   he   was   able   to   strike   up   a   conversation.     such   moments   were   rare   between   the   two,     after   all     (     though,     the   thought   of   that   saddens   him.     was   he   a   bad   person   ?     there   had   to   be   a   reason   SOLLEM   detests   him   so   much     ) “     like,     y’know,     clouds   !     ”     setting   his   own   equipment   down,     he   walks   over   to   observe.     the   edges   of   his   lips   lift   up   at   the   scene      ———     perhaps   he   wasn’t   good   at   everything.     his   hands   reach   over   to   settle   on   top   of   SOLLEM’s,     guiding   him   to   create   whisking   motions   before   returning   to   his   old   position.      “     like   that,     but   a   bit   harder.     ”

his COMPLIMENT slides off like oil ‘gainst water ;  good - looking?  HIM?  well, it’s not as though he doesn’t believe the structure of his features are symmetrical and his visage akin to an angel’s, but his pulchritude holds nothing to the light of the idol’s.  (  but something like that isn’t for you to say .  )

❛  clouds .   ❜  and he’s wholly unprepared for the warmth that covers his hands .

the bowl nearly jerks out of his hands with the trembling of fingers ,  electricity riding through his veins as the sheer sensation rocks his entire world .  it feels like stars ,  descending in all their prickling, holy glory, gracing the tops of ivory skin as a flush overtakes his cheeks .

something so simple ...

❛  o - oh .   ❜   HE REALLY HOPES LUKA DOESN’T SEE .  turning away to hide expression ,  careful hands attempt to emulate that which was shown ,  the sound of the whisk against the bowl ,  rhythmic .

HEY, HEY!  TATSU HERE!!  coming back to tumblr with a revamped (?) kinda, version of my nasty trashy ass-eating son, SID!!   his main verse is an unsociable, horribly arrogant, godly onion man who really only hurts the people he loves the most. his human verse, on the other hand, is equally horrible: he’s got a lot of money, and a lot of memes, and although he’s a lot more agreeable than his godly self, he’s just as guarded!  if anything’s piqued your interest, i’d appreciate it if you LIKE or REBLOG this post to help spread my gross garbage baby!!

( blog is under extreme construction. big apology energy. )

new revelations about the plot of this blog:

take out the “international” competitions

bc there’s gonna be 8 cities that roughly act like “nations”

theyre somewhat arranged in a circular shape, and connected by very rough paths that haven’t been maintained very well since wild divine territory is rather dangerous for mere road pavers even with the help of divines

a private company has a large monopoly on goods specifically in sollem’s city and they, coincidentally, are the ones who are continuing research on mind-controlling psychic divines in his city

their existence? so far, unknown

their first target? sollem.

ID: NONA

「 ❦ 」 “A-ah, well… I’ve trained a little…” If anything, it only made her more afraid of fighting. Sure, the injuries didn’t last for too long; that wasn’t the problem. The idea that someone would want to hurt her scared her more than the thought of actually being hurt, and despite knowing that battling was a sport, it still didn’t sit well with her. To each their own, she supposed. “I’ve just… never been good at it.”

he eventually shrugs .   WHY WAS HE EVEN ATTEMPTING TO SWAY HER OPINION ?  it doesn’t suit him at all . he eventually turns gaze to the screen ,  happily lit and playing some pointless tv show .

❛  DO AS YOU LIKE .   ❜   it’s none of his business ,  anyway .  he has some opponents to analyze ... and deciding to be MEAN once again ,  he turns off the tv with a glimmer of bitter - hearted humor and places the remote on the table behind the couch .   

———♚ self-knowledge questionnaire. 

tagged by :  @noircavalier​ ♡  ty!! tagging :  @truthbled​  /  @peachoir​  ( maybe etsu ?  ) /  @divinewept​  /  @ealadair​  /  @duskfloret​  ( nona ? )  & AT EVERYONE ELSE ??  JUST STEAL IT !!

SENSITIVITY :       You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

MISANTHROPY :        You have seen the darker side of human nature, even in daily life. When you look beneath the surface everyone is pretty messed up; there’s more selfishness circulating that others admit. You are never surprised by the stupidity of others, even though it annoys you. Your streak of misanthropy is, in fact, a requirement of remaining sane. You’ve wisely come to terms with your need to sometimes confidently reject people.

RESILIENCE :      You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

yknow what sollem u need to relax ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, u should come watch jurassic world fallen kingdom with me i think u'll cool down :///

⊰  @pyrimson  ⊱

❛  if i ever accepted your request to watch such GARBAGE ,  most definitely ,  an idiot has possessed my body .   never in a MILLION years would i want to watch that with YOU ,  of all people .   ❜

hewwo ,, is it me ur looking for ,,

⊰  @divinewept  ⊱

❛  ….  WHAT IS HEWWO ?   ❜

idk how to flirt imma just stare at you until u marry me

ID: LUKA ♡

“     hmm   ?     maybe   so.     perhaps   only   the   hands   of   a   charming   young   man   can   stir   it.     ah,     in   that   case,     i ’ m   in   no   such   position   to   do   it.     ”

with   a   grin,     he   hands   over   the   whisk,     the   remnants   of   whatever   it   was last  inserted   in   still   dripping   off   of   it     (     that   boy     ———     he   was   never   all   that   TIDY.     most   messes   were   left   for   the   maids   to   handle,     after   all     ).     with   a   spin   of   his   heels,     he ’ s   back   to   the   chopping   board.

“     just   mix   that   until   it’s   all   fluffy,     alright   ?     ”

he’s clearly unamused by the doled compliment of self - deprecation   (   would the public not love him if not for his  CHARMS  to begin with ?  it confuses him .  ) ,  but regardless ,   the whisk is now under his possession ,  deftly handled by thin fingers .

❛   i hardly believe i  CONSTITUTE what it means to be a young man .   ❜   he is a dog .  nothing more ,  nothing less .  pet his head ,  feed him ,  keep him warm .  nothing more to it .  the way luka treats him is nothing more than a fool’s paradise ,  after all .     —————  THEY ALL EVENTUALLY GROW TIRED OF HOLDING THE TUGGING LEASH .

❛   ... what do you mean ,  fluffy ?    ❜    he’s only watched him ,  before ,  and attempts to imitate the stirring motion ,  and the sound of metal against bowl causes a flinch in tense shoulders .

if someone punched him right in the mouth, that’d be a fun, angsty thread >:3c

ID: STELLA

“ that or because we’re stuck waiting here together. ”

❛  the wall over there is thankfully unoccupied .  perhaps you could even strike up a conversation with it with how DENSE you are .    ❜

♛ and another from etsu ( another favor ? 🤔 )

◟  non - sexual intimacy  　 (   @peachoir   )

no matter how TEMPTING the spoonful of jiggling caramel flan appears as they wiggle it his direction ,  the thought of acceding to their frivolity restrains him immediately .  tiers curl to a grumbling scowl ,  irritation in every twitch of countenance  ;   their mere presence drowns his racing thoughts ———  they take up a house in his head ,  and he can’t tell whether their IDIOCY drives him mad or offers another facet of what it means to be alive .

❛   you bought it .   finish it yourself .   ❜   acrid click of tongue has him adjusting position ,   re - crossing restless legs as he leans further back in his chair ,  staring at filtering light catching viridian locks .  

no ,  they’re still just an ANNOYANCE .

(  GOD ,  there are things he can’t let go of :  his hands are balled to fists and even if he opens them ,  just to look  ?   no ,  no ,  no ,  a thousand times over again .  those are scars he won’t dare to pick  ;   those are scars that ache like a phantom limb even if he tells himself he doesn’t CARE  anymore .  they come close to that .   every teasing simper ?   every crinkle of their hues as lips curl into something he cannot replicate ?   WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE HE’S LOSING ?  )

. . .  just an annoyance .

he sighs .

          what’s up y’all , jaden here with a newly established original character from a canon i’ve had since i was in middle school ! meet HISAMARU SHIBUYA , just your average fire elemental manipulator enrolling in a magical school known as CRUXARIA ACADEMY , to achieve his dream of becoming a paladin of avalon ! if he sounds interesting to you / your muse , please REBLOG / LIKE this post so we can come check you out !!

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

◟  non - sexual intimacy  　 (   @truthbled​​   )

it was a SILLY request from him ,  anyway .  who wants someone’s heavy head upon their lap ?   how foolish !     but he couldn’t help but accede ,  giving in with a grumble .   (  that pout is hard for him to resist ,  after all .  )

lashes tumble to a close ,  the vision of a sweater and fidgeting hands disappearing to darkness ,  but the warmth is always there .  bird trills grow quiet ,  until he can only hear the rustling of leaves ,  the wind’s whisperings ,  his heartbeat ,  or is that luka’s breath ?  

he’s never been this at peace ,  before .  the permanent furrow of brow eases  ;  his face ,  impassive ,  yet endearing as that foul mouth eases into a thin ,  soft line . 

an inhale .  now ,  it’s only the blood in his ears .

no ,  he doesn’t even notice when he begins to doze .  luka is quiet ,  for once :   his mouth ,  SHUT ?   ———  oh ,  it must be a good dream then .

(  he dreams of soft hands that hold him close ,  familiar palms ,  familiar fingers .  a feeling that makes him want to CRUSH the apocalypse in his chest .  with the thought of waking up to closed lashes and drowsy lips ,  he dreams of good morning kisses and a smile that’s meant only for him .  )

♠

◟  non - sexual intimacy 　 (   @peachoir   )

mouth opens to object to digits stretching to his neck  (  YOU FORGOT IT’S NOT A COLLAR?  POOR ,  CAGED DOVE  )  ,  but lips close as he feels them adjust the edge of his coats .  one side has been irritating him for quite awhile ,  and for some reason ,  fabric decides to listen SO OBEDIENTLY to their hands more than his own .

pale tiers find themselves forming a soft scowl in response as he looks down .  embellished gold against white ,  striking navy and aquamarine .  MAGNIFICENT .  he is beautiful .

an angel .

don’t touch him again .   (  but it felt nice while it lasted .  )

❛  ...  i could’ve done that  MYSELF without your help .  ❜   he eventually wrinkles his nose and jerks himself away from loitering hands ,  though he holds no venom in surprisingly neutral visage .  

a heartbeat passes as gaze lingers ,  before he turns away with a soft   ‘  hmmph.   ’

raptor shrieks at him

❛  DIE.   ❜