"Well. I guess I'll have to be a little less overt with my magic, then. I wouldn't want to upset people by saying I have no Vision... and I'm certainly not an Archon." though, she guesses that an archon would also claim they're not an archon unless there's proof to the alternatives. that's how they'd work in her eyes. "Oh! They're very sweet too... do you want to pet one?" yeah, she noticed the look; seen it plenty of times before decima showed up.

" Ah - no, I wouldn't say bogged down, just... curious, is all, " You explained, softly holding your hands up. " You never really see THAT complex of magic outside of vision holders, or the archons, " Or of the court. But like hell you'd mention that.

" It's... intriguing... those little creatures you summon... They're very adorable! " Yes, you want to pet the water beasts.

"Mmh?" a slow blink meets the accusation. "No, I don't have a Vision, I'm pret-ty sure about that one. This is just really complicated street magic. What's got ya bogged down about it?" other than the fact that saros literally summoned water beasts that didn't get people wet and also were rideable.

@novastrae .

apparently i never gave saros her tags

"Jack." the playfully relieved tone carries more weight than anything else for the blind guardian of fun. "I'd ask if it's as much as a relief to see me as it is to see you, but I'd gander that's a bit'f a lost cause." kairos jests, expression softening at seeing the guardian leaning against his own staff in the air. ( the deified monstrosity himself had seen far weirder, & refuses to question something as SIMPLE as THIS. ) "How have you been? I have so much to tell you."

@breathofcosmos .

i'm not retconning out katie from kairos' story (she's literally the most integral part of it) but i AM (because the mun ghosted me) going to be petty about it.

"I really want te see someone woo me. No one don' i' since my wife. Both'f them, naturally. So, come on! Giv'ya best shot."

guess whose making icons for this blog with a permanent psd

new verse tags for diff. characters

orlain in the city of lights:

♡. orlain.v04 ( city ) ⁄ ⁄ where lost souls can rest easy .

erika in the city of lights:

♡. erika.v02 ( city ) ⁄ ⁄ where the hopeful can dream .

it's funny what fear makes strong people do. [ aesthetic post for erika matrios, heiress to the sundering end ]

are you satisfied with an average life? do i need to lie to make my way in life?

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i used to walk down the very same road & if I could I'd give you some advice?

see, he don't care about you all the good, all the bad you do, no;

he wants your life, & that's the devil's price!

semi aff. / semi indie. timezone is EST / GMT-5. mun uses they/them pronouns primarily. featured muse is a homebrew campaign strix druid.

how do you deny your end?

made yourself immortal, but at what cost?

the years pass. people come. people go. you've had people ask you from time to time if you regret it, if you regret making yourself able to reject death at every turn. you just blink, and ask them why they want to know. it always makes them turn away the conversation. that isn't to say you regret it. but sometimes, it's lonely. sometimes, knowing that you'll outlive the entire world, it's a weight on your shoulders. not to mention what you had to do in order to become this way. but you don't talk about that. all that people need to know is that at the end of the day, everything must end. you just made sure you'll see that everything does before you.

which of my unfinished songs are you?

far off memories.

" a haunted future's a fickle thing, is it a dream? is it a nightmare? or is it a mix of far off memories? "

what do you need from the world?

a villain.

you don't want to go through this nonsense in life alone. it aggravates you, burns you with a righteous fury. you don't want to be told that it's all in your head, that you're being dramatic. you may know it's irrational, or you may believe it's within your domain to be angry about. that doesn't make what you feel any less seen and heard by the one who sees you at your worst and grins, because they love you for you and encourage the beast inside. but, reminder: every villain has their own side of darkness… and of light, just like you do.

WHO'S YOUR LOVER IN THE COURT?

the thief.

you are one of the most honest, but you still lie when it comes to other people and places that you've been. you know what you want, and you know how to get it. but you lie, constantly. to yourself, and your friends. your family barely knows you anymore and the people you've fallen for know someone who doesn't exist. you've stolen a mask to wear whenever someone new meets you because you don't feel as if they'd like the side of you that's true. so you steal parts of others to make a whole new you. but i wonder, how does that frankenstein's monster of a person make you feel?

what do you need help with?

yourself.

people mock it all the time, and it sucks. the phrase "it's so difficult to be yourself" or "it's hard to be me". it's a catchphrase for being called a snowflake, and that's not it at all. being yourself in a world that wants cookie cutters of people… it's daunting. it's fear inducing. it's as if the world wants you to be "yourself" while also being exactly what it wants you to be. i get it. but remember that the world comes second to who YOU are. it always will. take care of yourself, first and foremost. no one is you better than you.

WHERE DOES YOUR MAGIC CENTER ITSELF?

IN YOUR LEGS.

You are fast, and you are quick, where others feel as if they move in slow motion. Your cunning and your belief hold you steady in your own world, careless in your dreams as if they were tailor fit and easily replaced all the same. But you are as smart as you are cunning and you know well that what you run to is hardly a dream more than it is safety. So slow down, stop running this unknown race to a goal that will come to you when you're ready. Slow down. The world around you is waiting for you to breathe again.