@notwhileimcaptain

Eric walked into the living room wearing nothing but his sweatpants, ostensibly to retrieve a book he had left on the couch, but in reality to tease his fiancée. He wordlessly picked up the book with a sly smile before heading towards the kitchen. (Sorry not sorry 😂)

It only took three seconds for Ariel to stop messing with the puzzle she’s working on, about halfway done, when Erica walked in. She drank in the sight hungrily, and she shamelessly stared. She didn’t even try hiding that she’s looking. It’s a bit disappointing he chose to wear the sweats but they both knew they won’t be on for long.

Putting the pieces aside in her hand the siren scrambled onto her feet to all but run after Eric into the kitchen to pounce on him. It’s a very dangerous game to tease her, and they both knew it. Shes the hunter, and he’s her darling prey.

“Eriic~!”

eye emoji from iwai to Hana to cause them both more trauma

Send 👀 to find out how much my muse would like to _ yours・❥・@temporalobjects

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? ( man Hana speaking ) | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Make love with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! or rather: if I have to... | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! Stop: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS! ( dunno what she'd be stopping tho lol ) Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please! | ALWAYS!

Has anyone SEEN Quincy in the last few hours?

" I mean, I try not to keep tabs on the guy at ALL times for obivous privacy reasons- but I guess it has been a minute since I've last talked with him.."

"Also - what's with all this noise coming from downstairs?? Maybe I should go and check things out..."

~ Hutch 🛠

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Send 👨‍👩‍👦 for my muse to talk about their family

" OH! you wish to hear me talk about my most precious settrigh? don't mind if i do! " a delighted hum accompanies a most wide smile. any glance could tell this woman had much love in her heart for her most dearest family and wouldn't hesitate to talk for hours on end if given the opportunity.

" i love my son most dearly. he's grown so much from when he was but a wee little thing you probably wouldn't believe he'd grow to be so big and strong. watching him grow and become his own person has done nothing but bring a tear to my eye. a mother couldn't be more proud! "

the smile brightens with a chuckle but slowly softens as her beaming expression slowly has hints of regret as a sigh comes next. " i can't help but worry about him as well. sometimes i wonder if i truly was enough of a mother to him. sometimes i wonder . . . if i should have done more or been more vigilant. i know both sides, vastayan and human, weren't too kind to him and it always broke my heart to see such a thing.

" he's a wonderful boy. his heart is so big and has so much to offer, but i know growing up he had so many hardships. we . . . had hardships. sometimes i do worry he'll go off and hurt himself beyond repair and my world will be taken from me. i worry about this all the time. the world can be cruel and i know he is a strong boy but even the strongest people in the world have weaknesses. i don't want him to ever have to worry about me and i know it's hypocritical to say when i'm worrying over him constantly, but he is my one and only son. i can't help but worry over him. "

a moment of pause before a sheepish laugh to break the silence makes way and her expression softens once more, swallowing any sorrowful hint her face could show. " but . . . i love him nonetheless. he has grown into a fine, young man and i want nothing but the best for him. i am certain he will find the right path in life. i have nothing to guarantee my words, but i know in my heart he will do the right thing by his own heart whenever the time needs it. "

Éowyn watches him quietly, inscrutably as she lingers in the doorway to the Commander's office. Once Cullen waves her in, she crosses as quietly to place a small, steaming cup on his desk.

"I understand you've had some trouble sleeping." She will not name the reason, though whispering words do travel in a keep this size, and his arguments with Cassandra were hardly silent. "This tea is an old remedy for hard nights and worse dreams. It's bitter, but effective. And it might bring you a few hours of peaceful rest, at least." With a slight nod, Éowyn turns to go, not awaiting a thank you. She is not expecting him to say anything at all, least of all what he does:

"You probably think I'm pathetic." — @magicveiined (cullen) — prompts / accepting.

Éowyn pauses partway to the door, turning back to look at him again. When first she came, he seemed to bear the same indomitable spirit as always, but there is something different in his countenance now, a lowering of the shoulders and ducking of the head. She watches him a moment longer before turning to face him wholly, hands folded in front of her stomach.

"You are the Commander of the Inquisition," Éowyn says, gesturing to his desk full of papers. So much to do. So many lives to look after. All on top of what already ails him. "Pathetic is not the word I would use."

● – || @ruinedbycatastrophe sent: ❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜ ( from regis )

● – || Noctis had been focusing on packing the night before his trip , with Ignis helping him here and there . He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he folded his last shirt and put it inside of his suitcase . He enjoyed having his father's company while he prepared for what lie ahead . There was something about it that provided an aura of [ [ c o m f o r t ] ] to the Prince . Father and son . . . it would be a while before they were together again come tomorrow .

" You've protected me my whole life . . . I have to do this on my own . "

He slowly made his way over to his bed and sat down , sinking into the plush surface so that he could join his father . He offered his father a [ [ s o f t ] ] smile as he looked up at him , doing his best to mask the voices that were so violently taunting him inside of his head . Freedom . . . a word which here means something slipping from one's fingers as another choice in their life disappears .

" I promise . . . I'll be back before you know it . It's just to Altissia for the wedding and back . It will be like I'm not even gone . "

This wedding had been something long coming , since long before he could remember . This day was going to come eventually . He just wished that his father would join him for the journey instead of staying behind .

" I'll . . . miss you , dad . "

And if that’s okay to request again, may I ask “touching their elbow to get their attention” for Gabe and Chloe, please?

Gabe excused himself from the conversation and went deeper into the crowd. He could swear he just saw her... A loud squeal caught his attention and made him turn around. Sure enough, he could see a storm of fiery curls jump over the sea of people. With a wide smile stretching on his face, he made his way towards the princess.

As he "sorry"d and "excuse me"d himself through the guests, noble, peasant, human and not, he was trying to decide what does he even want to talk with Chloe about in the first place. It's not that there weren't topics, quite the opposite.

Of course he knew she was invited to the coronation and he planned to welcome her and catch up before the ceremony even started. Because of all the dangers that have loomed over the kingdom for the past months he didn't even get to answer to her last two letters and given how long Chloe's letters are, that was a lot of info. But of course, the fate (or namely Ash) had different plans, and he didn't have an opportunity to exchange even a word with her for the whole day.

So he promised himself to catch her at the ball and now, after squeezing past a group of over-enthusiastic jaquins, he finally reached her.

Chloe was already talking with a few other royals, extremely moved by a story she was telling, based on how she was flailing her arms around, and completely oblivious to the fact that he's standing right behind her. The first one to notice him was actually prince Alonso, who sent him a crooked grin (lately he was much friendlier than during their first meeting and Gabe wasn't really sure how he felt about that) and quickly looked between him and Chloe, trying to get her attention, but still she hadn't noticed. After a moment the other two, princess Marisa and princess Rebecca, if he remembered correctly, have noticed him too and one of them coughed quietly to get Chloe's attention.

"Bless you," she said quickly, barely even interrupting her story.

At this point Gabe had to call on all his guard training not to burst into laughter as he exchanged glances with Chloe's friends.

"Your highness," he said quietly, gently touching her elbow.

"...so it seems like everything should be fine now, right? Well I thought so too, but turns out that..." she didn't seem to notice him at all.

"Princess," he repeated himself and princess Rebecca put a hand to her mouth to hide her smile.

"...and I mean, how was I supposed to know that? I've never seen an alligator in my life before! So I did what every reasonable person would do and took the violin..."

"Chloe," he said much louder and finally earned himself a reaction.

Chloe turned mid sentence and if she was smiling before, now her smile turned so big it was a miracle it stayed on her face.

"Gabe!" He heard right before his ribs were crushed in a classic Norberg squeeze.

"It's good to see you too, Chloe," he wheezed out and the princesses finally burst into laughter.

"Oh, I have so much to tell you!" she said, quickly letting him go and looking down to hide the blush creeping up her ears.

"Yeah, me too," Gabe chuckled and put and pulled her into a (much lighter) side hug.

Themmm! They're best friends actually, Craig told me.

Prompt lists

@eclipscius sent: Riddle me this Quizz, without feather or wing I fly, but you'll known what I am when I hover near by. What am I? @question-marked

At the mention of his human owner's ever-familiar catchphrase, the chopper looked up from what he was studying was on the floor-- a large book of trivia questions.

What flies without wings or feathers, but audibly hovers? Now that alone was an obvious one, even if there was some thought given to it. And Quizz would know, considering he was... well, the answer.

"Why, Riddler, sir, that's SO easy. The answer is a a Helicopter, like me!" He smirked, his digital eyes briefly vanishing to display text that said 'Playing://AwwYisssIGotIt.mp3' above his mouth.

Then he got an idea.

"Hey, I learned quite a few stumpers recently, wanna hear 'em?" If they were gonna be sharing riddles, the A.I-Chopper figured he'd throw some in, too.

@notwhileimcaptain

🎲 For Ariel

kiss roulette meme

43 - bloody kiss

there were times where ariel needed to be more careful. Eric was only human, can easily get hurt. Yet when in the throes of feral passion, she sometimes forget that. Such as now.

she’s seated upon his lap with webbed hands cupping her husbands face. Her mouth was latched on to his neck, sucking and biting. She kept going back between biting and kissing him, there’s dark bruises Coloring his skin already but with the addition of red now mixed with the purples. Ariel doesn’t even realize, the taste of his blood just threw her into more of a frenzy. There’s a lot of red painting her lips when she goes in for another kiss, her tongue in his mouth. She doesn’t realize the added copper taste as she kissed him, a line of red decorating their mouths and chins.

@mizumeism knows the music teacher is a biiiiiitch (to Elliot): “ Ugh, the music teacher. What a biiiiitch.” (Elliot)

The wealthy teenager was put off guard to hear one of his new classmates openly complain like that. Admittedly, this is his first day here so he doesn't all the dynamics of every class yet and he doesn't really know Suzume too well, but she seemed pretty sweet and likable so far from what he noticed anyhow. It's not like he actually talked to her or really anyone that much so far. For her to so openly call the teacher a bitch was not something he was expecting.

"Why would you say something like that...is it something wrong with her class? Is she really that much of a bitch?"

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities. ( Adelaide & Jaehwan )

reasons to cup a face・❥・@lunaxriax

She had to defend her thesis in a couple of hours and Adelaide's nervousness was increasing by the minute. Did she prepare herself? Plenty. There was no possible question she had no answer to. Everything was printed out, saved as a presentation and pdf file ( and any other format you could think of ) - and still, Adelaide felt sick, her stomach was turning and she looked pale, despite the light make up she had put on. Would I be able to do it? the young woman thought to herself, barely touching her breakfast, a tiny sigh escaping her. She felt bad for worrying Jaehwan with her behavior, though her attempts at hiding turned out to be of a bigger concern than simply showing her anxiety. It seemed Jaehwan caught on quickly, thumbs gently gracing her cheeks. And then he told her she could do it, she had spent day and night working on this thesis, she was capable of proving everyone in that room she had what it takes, he believed in her abilities. He believed in her. So all Adelaide needed was a little bit ( and a lot ) of Jaehwan's encouragement, his love and support to remind her: You can do great things. And you will.

OOPS MB I MEANT ICED LOVE LETTERS NOOO I'M SO HQEMBASRRASED

I’M CRYING YOURE FINE DW‼️‼️

@inanthesis, for Zhongli from his rascal

Consciousness wasn't something Childe had been too familiar with the past two weeks.... or maybe it had been three; the concept of time passing wasn't easily grasped either when his body felt like it was made of lead and simple movements had taken a lot of time to be done without a considerable amount of effort, and even after however long he'd been back home in Snezhnaya Childe was still not fully healed.

A full month of near consistent combat while in the depths of Primordial Sea had done a significant number on his body to say the least. He may have somehow been able to survive in there without food and rest and suitable drinking water, but the strain on his body from using Foul Legacy for so long had taken its worst toll on Childe yet from the sheer length of time he'd been using the Abyssal Powers. Never would have been advisable, but had been a necessary evil unbeknownst to him during that time belowground.

When he was asleep, Childe may as well have been as unconscious as being in a coma for as deeply as he slept and how difficult it was to wake him up before his body was done resting again. Though while he'd been in that real of unconsciousness there'd been something pulling at his attention, but whatever it was had not been successful at pulling him towards it for some time.

Three weeks was inching closer to four weeks back at home, and whenever energy had permitted he'd been penning a fresh letter to send off to Liyue along with the practice calligraphy that had been mentioned to his lover awhile ago. But bursts of physical energy to sit down and write were often short before aches and fatigue forced him to get back to bed, and Childe didn't want Zhongli getting an overly short or vague letter that may cause more worry from not explaining why the consultant hadn't been able to contact him for even longer than their last conversation in Childe's dreamscape. But at least the periods of time which he spent sleeping or having difficulty doing simple things were slowly but surely becoming slower. Time was what Childe needed so his body and muscles could heal from the extensive wear and tear it had gone through fighting the All Devouring Narwhal. Somehow more serious injuries had eluded him and the superficial bruises on his body from hits had long since healed.

And now that they'd had a conversation once on this plane, Childe was familiar with hearing the call of his lovers voice in attempts to locate him, and it was the first time Childe had slept more normally and he was finally able to respond to that call. The deep tones of the former Archons voice rang out, and the Harbinger was able to consciously look around the empty space to call back and find him.

"It's been awhile since I was able to hear you calling me, huh? Didn't realize how much I missed hearing it until I am now."

"Do you consider us friends?"

@stormlit (ylfa) — prompts / accepting.

Éowyn sits among the women and children of Rohan, sharp grey eyes trained steadily on the cavern ceiling, trapped in the belly of Helm's Deep as they listen to each heavy step of the encroaching army. One small child whose father is fighting overhead—and whose mother perished in one of the initial raids—huddles in close against the White Lady's side, shaking with untold fear.

And she has never felt so helpless.

With her free hand resting on the hilt of her sword beside her, Éowyn does her best not to think about what might be happening above their heads—or how she can do nothing to help them. She turns to Ylfa when she speaks, having not even realize the child was next to her until that moment. And she tries to smile.

"But of course, I consider us friends, dear Ylfa." She lifts a hand from her sword to brush a stray strand of Ylfa's hair back from her face. This one is no more pleased to be stuck in the caverns than Éowyn is herself. A distraction. "Who else could ever be so skilled at helping me pilfer sweets from the kitchens before the dinner bell chimes?"

@waltzofphoenix​ cont. from here!

“ Hey, come on now! Are you telling me that a guy like you isn’t cut out for a little combat every once in awhile? You seemed tough enough when I decided to get into contact anyway. ” 

Would a cheeky grin here and now go over well? Probably not, but Childe wasn’t about to hide one when the sight of the other was a little amusing. 

“ Though having you show up a little on the burnt side wasn’t exactly in my plans either. I mean, aren’t you Pyro Vision holders usually a little more...flame resistant than that~? ” 

One last teasing grin and Childe would cut back on his prodding attitude. As much as he’d love to cross weapons with someone like Diluc here and now, for once a fight wasn’t what the fearsome Tartaglia came to ask about. Instead-

“ But I’ll cut to the chase. I’m looking for some information on someone last seen around here and have a good hunch you can help me out. After all, you are good at paying attention to all things subtle, aren’t you? ”