━━   @wraithsea​ liked for a starter (february, 2020)

“you’re not a demon though, are you?” there was curiosity in his dark eyes for the boy. he looked ordinary. taewon would’ve thought of him as your average joe. but apparently there was nothing normal about him. the frown tugging at his brow relaxed as he shook his head. “nah, you’re too small, and sorta cute, to be a vicious demon... then again, last month i saw a demon who looked like an adorable corgi. ate human livers straight outta them! like sucking on a straw. it was wild. i even called him a good boy before i knew. most traumatic experience of my life. more than dying.” he clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. he glanced down at him suspiciously again. “you could be a little corgi demon.”  

mana requires attention from @wraithsea​!

“You want one?” She holds up one of the three boiled eggs, covered with flakes of salt and pepper, in front of Tida’s face. “I got it from the Bird Man.” And who is the Bird Man, one might ask? Only one library patron who is usually accompanied by one barred parakeet. Mana is also positive that the man lives part-time in the woods.

( just saw that jeffree star was hospitalized and my first thought was "I hope someone told Vi. he deserves this win..." cheers, Vi. 🥂💜 )

POPPIN' BOTTLES IN THE ICE, LIKE A BLIZZARD WHEN WE DRINK WE DO IT RIGHT, GETTIN' SLIZZARD SIPPIN' SIZZURP IN MY RIDE, IN MY RIDE, LIKE THREE 6 NOW I'M FEELIN' SO FLY LIKE A G6.

❤ + wraithseas and ❤ + shamsgoddess!! bc they are both wonderful ppl!!

positivity meme : accepting

the victims? @wraithsea & @shamsgoddess

You’re damn right they’re wonderful people (but so are you for always being such a supportive mun. That’s real cuteass shit.)

@wraithsea is someone I’ve spoken to a bit more than most of my mutuals here. I’ll start off by saying we began by bonding over Azula and other badass female characters, to them educating me on zoomer lingo like “himbo”. If that alone doesn’t tell you they’re a great catch, then you’re no fun and need to understand that my old ass really appreciated this. As a mun, they are incredibly chill, hilarious, and creative. I count myself lucky that the Tumblr algorithm brought us together. Their writing is a lot of fun to read as well; they really capture Tida’s narrative in a way that I find mad engaging and entertaining.  @shamsgoddess, I know less about. What I do know of them is nothing short of great so far. From plotting, to writing, to occasional ooc interactions, they’re like a comforting cup of crème brule. Sweet, but not too sweet, and just the right amount of soft. Their muses are very well thought out and portrayed. They’ve always been respectful, kind and a ball of sunshine on the dash (as has Aurora).  Both of these muns truly allow their muses to be themselves, unabashedly, and that makes me look forward to seeing their posts. Most of all, their ship and how it blossomed into what it is now, is the pinnacle of how -- I think -- ships should develop (and highkey the only way I ever ship with people, personally). Watching as an outsider to the entire thing was like watching a romcom that I’d actually enjoy (I hate romcoms lol). Everyone should strive to have both the natural chemistry their muses share, as well as the ooc bond and enthusiasm they have for said ship.

Tida: hey... you think we’re being too mean to Hideo?

Roxy:

@wraithsea​

𝐰𝐡𝐨    𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭    𝐢'𝐝    𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥    𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬    𝐰𝐚𝐲     ? 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆    𝒂    𝒌𝒊𝒅    𝒊𝒏    𝒂    𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚    𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆                                                                @wraithsea​

»  @wraithsea​​​ desires a starter in the modern verse.

DEATH APPROACHES  .    —   sometimes, the call of death is sometimes so powerful that thanatos is unable to resist it. like a siren to the sea ( he is careful with his thoughts, lest he invoke one of the many ocean gods he deals with regularly ), thanatos follows the butterflies visible to only him, watching their stygian and violet wings coalesce onto the ocean lining. they bob and wave like the ocean itself, trying to conjoin on something but then being repulsed by a powerful attempt at life energy. reincarnation often prompted this, as sometimes the insects found a familiar spirit and demanded it be brought back to where it belonged, but those who were reincarnated did not fall under thanatos’ jurisdiction  — not anymore. this, however, was something thanatos could smell, could taste like saltwater on his tongue, and he recoils, briefly, from it.

someone  — or dare he say, something,  — has been resurrected by a god. their shoulders check, and the impulse of magic from a pantheon that is not his own causes thanatos to double over, briefly, and he turns over his shoulder, blinking behind his sunglasses. ‘ excuse me !  ’ death huffs, irritated, and dusts off his suit. ‘ watch where you’re going ! ’ ( he barely has time to react before the butterflies begin following the man, and thanatos sighs. whatever this was going to be, it was going to be too much. that’s for sure. )

§ for Magda!

§ my character likes | | Magda. (@wraithsea.)

THE INFAMOUS BORYSLAW KWIATKOWSKI (portrayed by Tim Roth)

Their relationship is very complex. Magda has always looked up to Boryslaw as a power figure, someone who can give orders and can not receive 'no'. Dare I say Magda even loved him until early teens, a blind unconditional child's love for one's parent ( does not relate to her mother jhfnb), but after puberty and her powers manifesting and Magda slowly realizing she is stronger in nature than him, the love turned into like / hate respectively. She still listens to every word and every command Borys gives, though questioning his status (which would never happen before). She has thought about killing him, but she is not that brave, even though Borys does not have any powers - she still sees him as a God. (she'll kill him later in life KAJSDHFVG )

@wraithsea​      ⤿       𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐀

              Liquid    gold    sunlight    filtered    through    the    leaves,    enveloping    him    in    an    aurelian    glow.    Smell    of    freshly    mowed    grass    invaded    his    senses.    The    warm    cradle    of    an    oh    so    wonderful    summer    day.    Such    moments    of    utter    peace    should    invoke    a    sense    of    calm    in    him.    But    would    he    be    Augustus    Alexander    Wang    if    that    were    true    ?        Instead,    the    man    in    question    was    engaged    in    observing    Tida,    someone    he    would    consider    a    close    friend.    Almost    family.    So,    with    an    affection    typically    related    to    such    a    bond,    he    parted    his    lips    to    speak.    

                “     You    know    human    beings    have    about    five    to    six    quarts    of    blood    in    them,    right     ?        And    ninety    percent    of    your    blood    is    water.    So,    it    would    only    take    two    and    a    half    flavor    packets    to    turn    my    blood    into    Kool - Aid     !       Given    the    viscosity,    I    doubt    it’ll    mix.    But    it’s    the    thought    that    counts     !        Aren't    you    all    water    though     ?       You    can    be    the    Kool - Aid    man     !       ”

🔍 🔪 !

🔍 for something you look for on other’s blogs

I kind of want to know what are the peculiarities of a character, what are some of the little details. Of course, I sometimes only find that out after following a character for a while. So I tend to look for different characters that have a weirdness, a bent, what’s the angle, what’s the perspective is this character coming from? What makes me want to know more about them?

Of course, I do tend to gravitate towards POC writers writing non-white muses in general when I encounter them. But also do I like their writing style, are their rules compatible with how I like to operate as a person? Things like that.

🔪 for a fandom you refuse to associate with

A fandom that I refuse to associate with? Hm, I feel like I don’t have much of a leg to stand on because my oldest muse did come out of a pretty...troublesome fandom as it is. They turned out to be a pretty cool character in the way I warped them into - but I do have a few old friends from back then that I deal with on an individual level.

However, in terms of overall fandoms I won’t deal with.. I’m just not into a lot of the medieval shows, like Game of Thrones and related stuff. That hasn’t really done much for me and I don’t really feel like I could make a character worth navigating that space for.

i’d like to introduce @wraithsea and @shamsgoddess​ to tirora’s makeout corner as designated by mana:

that’s literally it. (1) chair in (1) corner + bookshelves near by ( they probably have poetry books ) . also the water fountain/bathroom is maybe a corridor or two away for their convenience. they have to share the chair also bc mana doesn’t feel like dragging another one over.

as usual I log on have no idea what's going on on dash and do not feel like seeking context. . . but I feel that this all Italians / Italian muses rn.

bullied. Misunderstood. . . Just trying to cooka da meatball in peace

This Takes 5 Years Off Of My Life Every Time I See It.

i have really bad eyesight so the italian part always ends up being overlooked but then i rescan it and im taken out!!! every single time!!!!!!

what if virote had this put on the back of some ass shorts.... omg imagine .

also ‘ cooka da meatball in peace ’ im going to hurt u LKGJFSKGJF heeeeelp!

𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐄𝐀: “ for a first effort this feels kinda last - ditch . ”

what goes around, don’t come around

           A rumble echoes out of a cavern they are staring into, the area surrounding them and encompassing the entrance was alight with spells meant to detain the creature inside. The plan was to lure it out, so they didn’t have to venture deep into its hideaway and put themselves at a disadvantage. And once it’s drawn out, the magic netting should ensnare the creature as soon as it sets foot outside. No hassle, no risk of injury or death. Plus, anybody with experience should know that they do not want to be that person who makes all the stupid decisions in the horror movies. 

           At the remark she only shrugs and gives Tida a wry smile, ❝Yeah, it’s excessive, but for this one, I feel better about going in guns ablazing.❞

@wraithsea​

for    @wraithsea​,    with    love March,    2021. ​

               Flashing    lights    were    incandescent    in    her    vision.    Cloaking    her    frame    and    illuminating    her    with    their    radiance.    It    was    as    if    she    were    made    of    luminescence    itself    ;      a    star    burning.    She    was    a    SPARK    in    the    dark.    Effulgent    against    the    backdrop    of    a    twilight    sky.    Draped    in    an    opulent    fabric,    splattered    with    an    ENTICING    CRIMSON    hue,    and    embellished    with    gems    akin    to    the    bonfire    kindled    behind    her.    The    same    scarlet    shade    tinted    her    lips.    She    was    adorned    to    be    ENTHRALLING,    a    sinister    seductress    complementing    her    partner’s    angel.    A    carnality    igniting    those    dark    eyes    as    she    held    the    woman    in    her    arms,    neck    reclined    backwards,    the    other’s    head    against    her    chest.        

                Yet,    in    between    every    shot,    Aurora’s    eyes    diverted    towards    another    target,    a    glimmer    in    them    paralleling    the    coruscating    flames.    The    distraction    proved    to    be    an    impediment    in    the    character    she    was    depicting    for    the    photoshoot.    However,    once    there    was    a    break,    she    was    quick    to    remove    herself    from    Areum’s    embrace.    The    friend    in    question    tossed    her    a    questioning    glance    that    was    swatted    away    with    a    hurried    wave    of    her    hand.    She    would    understand.    Trudging    through    the    masses    in    her    extravagant    dress,    she    diminished    the    distance    between    herself    and    the    source    of    her    interest.

                  It    was    just    a    boy.    Perhaps,    so.    But    he    was    seemingly    ETHEREAL    in    her    eyes.    More    alluring    than    the    scene    fashioned    behind    her.    With    the    dark    skies    of    his    eyes,    scintillating    as    if    numerous    universes    nestled    inside    them,    and    his    perfectly    sculpted    cheekbones,    Aurora    almost    assumed    he    was    an    actual    angel.    He    had    descended    on    earth    to    illustrate    his    unequivocal    disappointment    in    the    portrayal    of    angels    and    demons    for    the    album    concept.    Seemed    quite    likely!

                  However,    when    she    stood    across    from    him,    Aurora    realized    she    had    nothing    to    say.    And    she    knew    quite    well    that    the    angel    theory    was    not    the    brightest    idea    to    be    blurted    out.    Bottom    lip    was    seized    between    teeth    as    she    contemplated    her    options    before    the    first    was    spoken.    She    oh    so    wished    she    hadn’t     !

                    “     Well,    aren’t    you    DIVINE      ?        Does    you    shirt    say          ‘     MADE    IN    HEAVEN      ?    ’   ”

                  Perhaps,    puns    were    not    her    strongest    suit    after    all.    Should    have    listened    to    her    mother.    An    apologetic    smile    was    necessary,    an    attempt    to    mask    her    dismay.         “      I’m    sorry,    that    was    horrifying,    wasn’t    it     ?        I    hope    I    didn’t    scare    you.    I’m    Aurora      !     ”          She    introduced    herself    with    an    enthusiastic    wave.           “      Hiiiiiiiiii     !   !     ”            Her    voice    cracked    at    the    end    of    the    elongated    hello    she    had    squealed.

❛ you are no longer the alpha of the house. ❜ ( for Proxy. )

"You can't dethrone me, only I can dethrone myself," Proxy tutted with feigned sadness, though he was for once not on his cushion, having just come home from a business trip, "I leave for three days and the house is already in anarchy? Color me disappointed, truly, I expect half of it burnt down by now. Come on, you lot, do better. I was watching FGTV streams on the plane, and this is all you can come up with?" He placed his tiny briefcase on the shoerack, taking off his platform shoes to put on his fuzzy slippers instead before rolling inside the house, picking up the tiny manticore tsumtsum they'd claimed to be his temporary, shrunken-down replacement.

"At least this means we can throw a welcome-back party. I hate planes," he suggested, waving a hand in a flourish, "Whooooooo wants so much beer they could drop? Decide on the menu, I really need to get a shower first before I sink into the cushion and melt into it again."

@wraithsea​ said:  “ this was a really sweet, if a little crazy, thing to do. ”

crazy, the word has a peculiar ring, almost offensive if it weren't for the words before. crazy, paula thinks, no matter what she does — is it what defines her? yes, actions done by her were foolish in nature, others would say fanatic almost. though, deep down she knows everything she does is for the greater good. she hopes, anyway.

the one thing she can not let go is a goverment authority abusing their power. she does not care for the reason if it, for all is the response to insufficient leadership. so when Paula sees police getting a little to comfortable and in-the face of the young man, she uses force of air to knock them off their proud stances and raise them into air and away — far from them, though ensuring they land without injury, nearly. air drops them slightly above thickened trees, surely a bruise or two wil form on their bodies.  

                  ❛ It's nothing. ❜ said with a symphatetic smile, Paula starts walking the other way, but turns around to look at him. ❛ Come. They wil call their friends and start looking for us.  ❜