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This is our little diversion from Hollow Knight for now - Princess Maker 2, RNG edition.

Thanks to my dear friend @wingsofblue for giving me the game, and @audaciumlux for the idea! I love you both! <3

It was the smell of embalming fluid that dominated, though an errant hint of lilac drifted from the skinny suited man across the table from Veladrys. The undercover cop’s interviewer was wrapped eyebrows to wrists in bandages. His voice was powder. “Before we proceed to a tour of the facilities, there is one last question. I see you have claimed military experience. Have you ever been in a firefight involving a vehicle?”

Veladrys - or rather, Vincent - tugged at the cuff of his sleeve to adjust it as he listened to the dead man. His own visage was pale, with barely sunken eyes and cheeks, the look of a rather freshly dead man. His platinum hair was slicked back, and he wore a crisp, clean suit with a cobalt blue tie and gold cuffs. “I have,” he responded, his own tone smooth and confident. “Shot a guy right between the eyes going ninety down the freeway.” Okay, actually, it’d been some criminal’s tire during a car chase, but it was still pretty impressive.

Top three: 8, 10, 17

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛKael’ThasArthasDrakuruᴼˡᵈ ᴳᵒᵈˢ? ʸᵒᵍᵍ'ˢᵃʳᵒⁿ

ᴢᴏɴᴇs ᴏғ ᴀᴢᴇʀᴏᴛʜEcho IslesGhostlandsAshenvaleᵒᵇˡⁱᵍᵃᵗᵒʳʸ ᴮᵃʳʳᵉⁿˢ » ᴵ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᴱᴷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷᵃˡⁱᵐᵈᵒʳ

sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇᴀsEversong WoodsShadowglenRed Cloud Mesa

Hello there! I loved the IC reading you did for Zimina last month. May I have an OOC reading as well? Thank you!

“Greetings, sister,” Graveryl said with a welcoming tone as he scooped up his bag of runic sticks. “You are here to see what your future holds, yes? Well, I shall not keep you waiting then…”

The Three were cast to the mat before him and studied thoughtfully, his head tilting to the right as he gently nudged the ivories with one of his long fingers. “Hm… Maldu, the rune of exile, is the symbol of your past. There was a difficult point in your life that you ultimately moved away from, your heart filled with sorrow at what was lost but also holding a glimmer of hope for what lies beyond. It is a sign of transition, sister, and while it has an unhappy beginning it usually holds a happy ending.”

His attention then fell to the second rune, that of the present. “And the appearance of Belor’enah, the Sunbound, seems to confirm as much. The Sunbound is not much of a dreamer, but a do-er. He has a plan and the means to bring it to fruition, so it seems that you are in a similar situation. The painful past you left behind has brought new opportunities and positive energy for you, allowing you to work on something that brings you satisfaction.”

“And now, for the rune of your future…” Graveryl had to nudge the final ivory to see its symbol, nodding quietly before looking back to his guest. “Surei, the Youth, is your sigil tonight. Normally it is a very eager sign – full of energy and a passion for new things. But tonight it warns me that there will be delays and hesitations cropping up in your life. While it is not severe in nature, it is still enough to warrant your attention.”

“Despite the unpleasantness of the future before you, it is, in essence, a minor setback. Practice mindfulness and focus at the topic at hand when you see the signs of it. Do this and I am sure you will pull out of it all just fine and continue on with your better life like nothing happened.”

“I hope this was of help, sister,” Graveryl murmured kindly as a small smile spread across his lips. “Though I wish you a wonderful evening and hope that your path will continue to lead you to great things.”

[ Tarot Cards : Six of Swords / King of Wands / Page of Wands (Inverted) ]

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A solid weekend at the @TinkerAFB Star Spangled Salute Airshow. Thanks for having us OKC #WingsOfBlue

Grimdark prompt: In a dream, Keialaar relives the death of MU!Seriol, but it's worse than she remembers.

Sequel to this.

“Hello, daughter mine.”

Keialaar struggled, straining against Ark's hands on her arms.  Her lover, her beloved, held her tight against his chest, kneeling on the icy tundra, his eyes on the bloody priest that stood before them.  

This isn't real.  It can't be real.  Seriol is dead.

Behind her, Arkturas trembled, but his grip on her arms was solid as the rocks upon which they knelt.    She knew, with the terrible insight of dreams, that her father had done something; gotten to him somehow.  

"I have waited a long time to meet you."   Robes dragged over the pitted ice, the scraping sound cutting through to her soul.  

I won't look I won't acknowledge him this isn't real wake up WAKE UP WAKE UP.

Fingers curled around her jaw, skeletal and cold; there was a brief pressure in the back of her head, and then...

Look at me.>   His mental voice had a weight to it, an inexorability.  She must obey; resistance was pointless.

Nausea roiled in her stomach.  He's dead dead dead I killed him don't look can't look oh gods save me plea---

She woke abruptly, lurching over, her stomach heaving.  Swiping at her mouth weakly, she lurched to her hooves, using the tree she had been sleeping against for support.  The dreams were getting worse, and she knew that if she gave in, if she looked Seriol in the face, she would be lost forever.    

"You can't fucking have me."  It made her feel better... stronger.  To say the words out loud.  She began moving down the mountain again, slowly at first, then more quickly as her muscles warmed.    It was time to go, time to put this ghost to rest.  Auchindoun... a swift swipe with a blade, and it would be done.  Perhaps.  Or perhaps this was all in her head.  She needed to find someone uninvolved; someone she could trust.    Zangarra.  She needed a mage.  

Decision made, she gritted her teeth and forced herself into a trot.  

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♫ Keialaar/Theo

I’ve had this prompt for a long time, because... it’s really hard to find a song that perfectly encapsulates how Kei feels about Theo.

This comes pretty close.  (For the Azeroth version.  The AU version thinks he’s cute.)

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♔ :Finding your muse wearing their clothes [Theo what did you do? D:]

Voshanin strode through the hallways to the barracks, whistling to himself.  Things were going well; Ishnia was pleased with his latest reports, and when the Commander was happy, it trickled down to the men.   Ishnia was always good about ensuring it wasn’t just the bad that went downhill.

His whistling stopped abruptly as he stepped into the barracks and encountered his friend Theo wearing… a very frilly, feminine gown.  “Uh.  Theo?”

The other Vindicator didn’t get a chance to respond before Veriinya brushed past him, pins in her mouth.  “Hi Vosh.  Theo, don’t slouch, I need to hem this evenly.”  As she dropped to her knees, Voshanin felt his face flushing dark.

“Apparently I’m the closest one to her size,” Oblivious to his friend’s rising blood pressure, Theo grinned cheerfully.  “I feel real pretty Vosh, you should try it sometime!”

Veriinya sat back on her heels, and the moment passed.  “Turn around, let me see.”  Focused on the dress, neither of them noticed when Voshanin beat a hasty retreat.

zimina-rp

🍎

Not fulfilling one’s promises.

“PAPA!”  The little girl shrieked with delight as the tall soulpriest swung her up into his arms, whirling her around before planting a hearty smack of a kiss on a freckled cheek splattered with kindiin-berry jam. 

“Sakena, my delight!  How is my favorite girl?”  Seriol hefted his daughter up in his arms, smiling at his heavily pregnant wife. 

“Someone is up past her bedtime.”  Mikania knuckled the small of her back, disapproval flickering over her face. 

“Just a little longer, Mama?”  Sakena twisted around to peer at her mother, one of her little ponytails drooping; evidence, if they needed it, of a hard day’s play. 

“Ahhh sweetling, Papa is going to have to get back to work.”  With regret, Seriol lowered the little girl to her hooves.

“Already?  It is so late.”  Mikania’s eyes were sharp, ignoring Sakena’s cries of disappointment.  “You promised you would take some time.”

“There was an accident, three days past.”  Seriol was quiet, lowering his head against her glare.  “Fourteen people died, Mika.  Their families have need.”

“Your family has need,” Mikania hissed, reaching for her daughter’s hand.  “Or have you forgotten, in your haste to help everyone else?”

“I’ll be home before the first bell.”  He leaned forward and went to kiss her, only to get her hair as she turned her head.   He sighed when his wife gathered up their daughter and left, slamming the door to his office behind her.   “I promise.”

Fifteen hours later, he closed the door behind his last appointment; ten adults and four children had been killed in a decompression accident before the engineering crew could seal the breach, and all of the soulpriests not in stasis had stepped in to ensure the families were cared for. 

His earlier promise forgotten, he settled back into his chair, pouring himself a drink and rubbing the back of his neck.  Best to get my notes dictated while they’re fresh...

zimina-rp

💔 (Mikania, because).

Overly charming, handsome men.  They always disappoint, and never fulfill their promises. 

She has perhaps a pathological hatred of them at this point. 

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Ishnia heard the singing before she saw the source. Off-key, exuberant, and every bit the vocal embodiment of the man that gave her so many headaches. She had a few moments to prepare before Theothar stuck his head through her office door with a cheerful, “Hey, Ishnia!”

(X)

“Vindicator,”  Ishnia had enough warning to pull out a thick folio on... She peered a little closer.  Was this the duty roster from six months past?   And reports on mining productivity from the last three years.  Ah well, it was the appearance of being busy that mattered.

“I received word that you returned to Karabor three days ago.”  She scribbled something unintelligible on the top sheet of paper (an invoice regarding feed and forage for the talbuk the temple maintained for the Peacekeepers' use) and slapped the folio closed decisively, pleased with the heavy thud of the leather against paper.

“Report.”  She sat back in her chair, taking the opportunity to look her subordinate over.  Had the Exarch treated him well? Fed him enough?  He looked a little tired, was that the travel or something else?   He certainly sounded cheerful enough, but it was hard to tell with Theothar; she was certain the man would whistle on his deathbed.

zimina-rp, zrimgor

wingsofblue replied to your post:Why can’t I sleep?

Boo for not sleeping. :( Insomnia does indeed stink. Will be in touch!

<3 <3 <3

As always, your notes brighten my day. Especially when I’m so tired I want to snarl at everyone. :)

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wingsofblue replied to your post:Dear mom,

Huh, that is an interesting observation about the names. Hadn’t thought of that.

I’ve noticed it a couple of times, but for the first time noticed that the birth names, it’s the middle and third child that share an initial.  With the use-names, it’s the first and middle. :3

I’m tired and I have writer’s block and I can’t find good fiction for what I want to read for inspiration so my brain finds strange patterns okay?