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edeliexii​:

          Because Èdelie is aware of the difficulties halfbloods experience trying to navigate life half human, half fey, she seeks to help them as much as possible while developing relationships and practical skills with fellow eladrins. She didn’t want to live a life shunning them, considering her current lifestyle equally as important to what it was before. “There’s a lot more needed around here, particularly inclusivity.” For a community that prides itself in the goodness of their nature, eladrins aren’t omitted from facing scrutiny on behalf of Èdelie. She’s not one to dance around what’s deeply rooted within her, and she didn’t particularly care if any others heard the disapproval hinted in her comment. Proceeding with her words, Èdelie also slipped out, “I don’t think I would’ve been able to successfully transition had it not been for Farenduil, either, so all of what I’ve done is credited to him.” He became more than a mentor at this point, refusing to acknowledge his lineage in her conversation because it’s not what solely defines him as a character. 

            Nonetheless, the brunette slowly reached forth for a light snack as a form of distraction, generating a few thoughts. “There’ll be no change unless we all work together… that means all feys being a lot kinder, gracious, and welcoming to the halfbloods. Because halfbloods matter, right?” Her lashes batted rapidly while waiting an answer, cheeks reddening to truly know Robin’s stance on the matter. “I think they’d be nice to drink with tonight despite us not getting drunk.

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“Inclusivity does tend to make society better, yes,” she admits in amusement, lips pressing back the grin that is trying to spread through her lips at the young eladrin’s attempt to manipulate her true sentiments out of her with batted lashes and endearing demeanor. Robin doubts such manners would work with many of the more experiences eladrins, but the younger ones? Well, they were all suckers for a pretty face, her included. And truly, it is not as if she has disguised her own feelings about the matter at any point. Lauma’s dead had been tragic, unneeded, and so had been that of his lover and his children. Perhaps she puts her kind before the others, but she does care for other species, as confusing or infuriating she finds them at times. “Farenduil is an excellent friend to have, I agree. Our discussions about the week of the month are always a joy.”

Carefully, she brings her glass to her lips, and allows herself to grin at the attempts of manipulation. Truly, Èdelie is delightful on her attempts. How fun.

“Of course halfblooded matter, and it is rather disheartening that this conversation still continues unto the modern age,” she agrees easily, choosing to indulge the other with her truth. “The issue is convincing the old guard and those who listen to them. We are an old people, and while I am more than willing to share a drink with halfblooded, some would rather stick to their beliefs because caring for something fleeting is a challenge of it’s own.”

wintersaurora​:

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“Wonderful,” she muttered softly. “Next time I come across a terrified mother, family to my dead lover, I will absolutely seek to make a more exploitative promise.” Aurora sighed. She could already hear her father’s voice in her head telling her there was no need for her attitude now. Robin had no idea how many years Aurora had tried little nudges in the right direction for Raja, only to get nowhere. She relaxed her shoulders and sighed, letting the defensive aggression fall away. “If I could ask him if he’d like to know that his entire world was full of the monsters in his nightmares and stories, I’d have done so.” Aurora gazed over at Robin, thoughtful. “You’ve spent as much time in the mortal realm as myself, at the very least. Most of them can be stubbornly blind and those that aren’t…” She trailed away pointedly. It was a slippery slope, one they’d all witnessed. Fear could lead to understanding, but it could also lead to violence.

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“Well, when you word it like that it’s an issue, you make it sound so wrong,” there is a look of mild judgment on Robin’s gaze as she takes a sip from the drink she had swiped from one of the passing servers. “But regardless, my answer would be yes, you should. We are long lived beings, my friend, we need to ensure the promises we make allow us room to be creative. What we believe to be right today, might not be what we believe in tomorrow, after all. Seasons change, and with them the truth. You should know that as well as I do. Sometimes, promises meant to protect, don’t do anything but harm.”

Robin meets Aurora’s thoughtful gaze with a calm one of her own. She understands her struggle, in a way, but at the same time, the things she mentions do not apply here. If she is worried about the man’s future in Rome due to supernatural influences —  Well, ignorance isn’t bliss. That is all that needs to be said, and if phrased delicately, most enemies can become allies.

“Do you fear he is going to react negatively to the news? If so, he can be killed or bound so that he does not harm any supernatural,” she points out, mildly. “And if it is not that. The only thing that could be holding you back is that you are afraid he might look at you differently after. And well, that is no excuse at all, is it? Apologies if I come across as harsh, but this situation is rather worrying.”

meryasek​:

Meryasek glanced at the other now, “I think that’d be more beneficial than me getting you caught up. Do you really not pay attention to the happenings when you’re away?” A lot had happened in a short amount of time, granted, but it also wasn’t his job to police that. He’d missed Robin’s humor and friendship, “How many more deer now?” He finished off his drink, now on to his next. “Thirsty?”

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“In my defense, I did get bitten and nearly stabbed in the Otherworld, and I was supposed to be taking a vacation after I got my doctorates,” perhaps she should feel the slightest hints of shame, but well, she had known she would be rather busy with her plans for the Eye as soon as she finished vacation. Before that, she had wanted some time to wander around and have fun without consequences. “Three more,” she admits reluctantly, with a sheepish smile before reaching out and swiping Mery’s new drink and taking a sip. “Very much so, my thanks for the drink, dear.”

edeliexii​:

             Apart from her worries centering around Eric’s lack of immortality, Èdelie’s in a dashing position. Her work life remains the same and she’s encountered several meaningful relationships due to her transition; her overall placement in life seems set. “I’m less confused as a fey versus when I was halfblooded. There’s more of a community which is unfortunate, but the halfbloods are beginning to get their well-deserved recognition day by day,” she replied, sincerely rooting for their success. “I’d have wine to mellow down when I was halfblooded and still do. I’m not heavily dependent on alcohol, though, so whether the tolerance is there or not doesn’t bother me.”

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“That is an excellent view of it, I am glad you are a ‘glass half full’ kind of person. We do need more of those around,” she smiles softly at the new eladrin — Èdelie, was it? — , approving of her behavior. Much had changed for the young woman, and yet she seemed nearly unbothered by it. Of course, it could be that they had just met and she is yet to be privy to her deepest desires, but until she is shown evidence to the contrary, she will just assume the Winter Court has gotten lucky and gotten another functional fey amidst them now. “And I do agree, there is much more of a community than with the halfblooded, and yet I cannot help but hope things continue to improve for them.”

“And I suppose that is a good way to see it, but I admit I do enjoy complaining about not being able to get drunk with human alcohol so you might hear me say a thing or two about that.”

yaviefey​:

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The expression on his pumpkin head was a frown long before Robin came to sit next to him, everyone here had someone. For the most part, anyways. Some people even had multiple someones. It made him homesick for someone who wasn’t here. “I saw, it was very scary.” Yavie agreed, though his heart was clearly not in it. Maybe it was time for him to go home, this party wasn’t as fun as he’d hoped it would be. 

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The exaggerated pout soon turns into a concerned frown as she turns to look at him, eyes soft at his expression. Carefully, she leans closer and bumps her shoulder against his in an attempt to comfort him without making it too big of a deal, not knowing if he is in the mood for that or not. “Are you okay, Yavie? Anything I can do to help?”

zahryaofspring​:

✿*ﾟ ‘ﾟ･

Here he was, pulling off a feat that most couldn’t even fathom, and yet again Zahrya had a sneaking suspicion his miracles were underappreciated. While this normally would bother him, he’s enjoying himself too much. The looks of shock delight him, the expressions of disgust are committed to memory. He wondered if those same individuals would still look at changelings like that if they were to become one…

Robin unintentionally saves someone from being whisked away and made to find out by Zahrya’s hand with her statement. It’s strange the customs mortals come up with to celebrate their insignificant holidays. “I would never take part in such an activity,” the creature groans out, its noises resembling speech as closely as Zahrya could compel. “Leave the bones of the deceased in the ground to feed the plants. Throwing them at me would do no good.” The young ones were always trying to get him to assimilate. Why would he want to be associated with a species who found pleasure in tossing the remains of their fallen at each other?

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For a moment, Robin is so very glad that she has become quite adept at maintaining what humans call a poker face, because if she had not, the possibility of her bursting into inappropriate laughter after Zahrya’s retort would have been a reality and not just a possibility. That wouldn’t have done. While she quite enjoys talking to the Chancellor as if they were her pears, she would never openly insult them without a built rapport between them. Aurora is a rather different case, as they were friends and occasional lovers before she became Winter Chancellor, but Zahrya? As she is not of the Spring Court, and nowhere near his age, she is not as close to the Chancellor. Insulting him with inappropriate laughter wouldn’t do — 

But revealing what she meant would. After all, she did mean her comment as it had been honest. Perhaps relieving some of the tensions he has been carrying since Titania’s imprisonment would help calm down the near manic energy the spring eladrin is exuding.

“Pardon me for the misunderstanding, Zahrya, ‘boning’ is a mortal euphenism for sex,” she explains patiently, an innocent smile on her face as she speaks, showing no hint of shame at the topic of conversation. “I am just suggesting that perhaps having relations with an attractive individual might help you enjoy the festivities, as many chose to do in Hollow’s Eve.”

on loving your siblings

I don't love anyone, Belle and Sebastian//The Reynolds Pamphlet, Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda//The Other Boleyn Girl(2008)//Fleabag, 2x06//NA//Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy//Antigone, Jean Anouilh//Maurice Sendak//Little Miss Sunshine (2006)//The Elektra Complex, @filmnoirsbian //NA

The Puppeteer~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Eladrin SEASON. Fall  OCCUPATION. UTP

You were born amidst a torrent of violence, the earth split at your arrival as the stage was set for you to stride upon the heels of destiny. The Eye has existed nearly as long as your kind has walked this Earth, for as long as there have been mortals, there has been some semblance of the shadowy organization that has plagued the supernatural races of the world. You sewed your magic into the youth of the world, made deals with the desperate and the lost and promised them the family they always wanted - but in the minds of each laid the spell that you had left for them. A silent charm that guided them to the waiting arms of The Eye, if you could not destroy them with your own hands then you would infiltrate them with the hands of others. With a breath of life you brought into a plan of your own division, free of the influence of chancellors or senators, this was your promise to your people: justice. Justice for those who were taken too soon, justice for those who were kept from you still, and justice for those that were taken in by the falsehoods of man.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY TAKEN.

summersiofra​:

          “Mm, I’m not sure,” they hummed absentmindedly, shrugging after a brief pause, “I asked for one of the best drinks for summer; they had to pull out a blender. I felt pretty special,” Siofra affirmed with a mild grin, garnering a hefty breadth of sarcasm under her belt as of recent. “Well, I’m sure you’ve had a Sex on the Beach, then. That one is my favorite, I make it a must to order it each time I go anywhere with alcohol,” they tittered at the reminder, shaking her head, “I’ve been told their rather vile. But I could be open to the idea.” Siofra had been instructed to enjoy herself as Aurora had other matters to attend to that didn’t involve Siofra clustering in the Chancellors space.

“A shame, but alas, I will have to settle for something else,” she lets the disappointment flicker in disappear as she focuses back on Siofra, delighted to see the summer eladrin after her time away, brief as it was. “A blender? Well, how special. It definitively sounds like something I would have liked,” she admits easily, returning her grin with one of her own. It is rather cute to see the summer eladrin enjoy the mortal realm. “Sex on the Beach is a good one, although I rather enjoy Sex on My Face, a good Cum in My Panties and a good Creamy Pussy. I should let you try those sometime.”

“Oh, and that depends, I rather enjoy tequila shots with salt and lime myself, or we could have green tea shots those are good.”

wintersaurora​:

Dark eyes settle on Raja as she takes another sip of her martini, now taking her sweet time in responding to the fuming Autumn fey. She only looks back to her when a good-looking man with pointed ears interrupts Raja’s walking and offers him a drink, steering him towards the ballroom and briefly meeting Aurora’s eyes.

“... That isn’t just any human, that’s my family. Of course I gave him every protection.” Stern eyes soften into something akin to worry as she sighs and turns her attention to the other fey, Fen’harel’s distant family. Robin was one of her favorites in the Autumn nobility - more modern than many of her peers and with an admirable understanding for life that far extended the Otherworld. But she was also loud, and Aurora’s attention was stretched far too thin that night to focus on arguing with anyone. “I promised his mother that I would let him learn about the world completely on his own but, unfortunately, being ignorant in Rome now will just let him killed far quicker... So I’m speeding up the process of making him not ignorant, Robin... I don’t like it anymore than you do.” A pause. “Though I am grateful you care enough to say something.”

"Aurora, darling, dearest. Should I say that I have no words? But that would be lying, I have all the words, beginning with why and ending on what," she shakes her head in what can only be described at exasperation at the younger eladrin's actions. Before she even finishing speaking, a hundred and one plans form on her head, a hundred and one other possibilities in which Aurora could have revealed the truth to the poor human without risking his safety to a hungry crowd. Despite it all, though, she stays her tongue, deciding against further irritating the Chancellor when she already seems too stressed for words. “I will not utter another word, then, however I do suggest you begin phrasing your promises so that a loophole can be exploited, that promise of yours is not going to help him, even if it is what his mother wanted. After all, do you know if that is what he wants?” Then she shrugs. “Just doing my job as a good Samaritan, there is no need to thank me for it.”

“What is the drink’s name, darling? I might have tried it, although if it was created recently maybe not. I have been going down the list of Cocktails with Dirty Names over the last year to see how they all taste,” she admits with a shrug, eyeing the brightly pigmented drink with curiosity. She did like sweet things, after all, maybe she should try one. As fun as it is to try out new cocktails, though, she is rather disappointed that the Senator had failed to acquire fey liquor for the occasion. Such poor hosting manners from the vampire. “Have you tried shots? I am sure if we do enough  of those we might get to feel buzzed.”

           @senatusstarters​, open,

          “Have you had one? They’re marvelous,” she’s holding a ridiculously pigmented beverage; it’s almost a fluorescent pink accented by baby blues. It’s not something the Senator had on the menu but it’s certainly something Siofra cannot get enough of, the alcohol hardly up to par with that you could find in the Otherworld, but they’re delighted all the same. “I believe I’ve what is called a sugar rush, but perhaps if I drink enough I’ll be drunk off my ass like the rest of you,” she’d heard the term uttered to one inebriated party goer and had pocketed the term for future use; which was now.

Morbid amusement is not something she doesn’t feel often, merely because she rather not waste time in something of the sort. Robin has to admit, however, as dramatically idiotic she is finding the Spring Chancellor’s actions, they are sort of amusing. Only as far as she doesn’t interpret them for a call for help, which she unfortunately does. It’s odd, truly, how five months wandering through the Otherworld after graduating had caused her to miss so many developments, how many of her birds had flocked to her doors with secrets about the Eye once she had stepped in Rome for the first time in six years. To hear that Titania is imprisoned is disheartening, to hear of the antics of the Spring Chancellor? Disappointing. And yet, she is a mere youngling, noble but not a Chancellor. She doubts Zahrya would listen to her if she were to talk to him, so instead, she chooses to default to humor in situations like this.

“You know,” she says, voice crossing the distance with a touch of her magic. “I am beginning to think you need to get boned, Chancellor.”

Getting fucked might not fix whatever the hell is going on his head, but at least it should call him down.

where: the ballroom who: open to all | @senatusstarters​

✿*ﾟ ‘ﾟ･

Tonight, Zahrya needn’t entertain any suggestion that his changelings are somehow an affront. It matters not what the party goers think or what “bad memories” the sight of a changeling might conjure. He is there simply to ensure no one left this party ignorant to the truth: this paltry affair was nothing compared to the masquerade hosted by himself and the other chancellors. From the second he wove his being into the changeling’s, he felt a sense of liberation he’s come to long for thanks his new fey security policy. With liberation comes inhibition. He’s roared in the faces of countless guests, “accidentally” knocked partygoers off their feet, and even disrupted a couple of the entertainment displays. Zahrya has never participated in Halloween before this night, but the way his cackles contort from the changeling’s mouth on his behalf prove he is indeed enjoying himself. 

“I have seen some rather amusing costumes,” she admits with a grin, even as she brushes the image of Zahrya in a changeling from her mind. She had been gone for months, and years before that, yes, but even with what little she had gathered in the last day since her return that was such a foolish idea. One she did not want to dwell on when she could be having fun. Instead, she looks to the Senator and nods in greeting, having not seen her since she had decided to pursue in the States for shits and giggles. “I would apologize that my costume is not as elaborate, but I like it well enough for something that I came up with in less than twenty-four hours.”

location: the steps leading into the palace of pluto person: every single one of yall @senatusstarters​

The thing about hosting was that she felt like she never quite stopped moving. When the doors to the main hall had been opened and people had started petering into the palace, she’d stood atop the stairs and met everyone with a smile, pointed them towards the ballroom or the entrance to outside with practiced ease. All of the nerves she’d had about letting just anyone into what she considered her home had quickly dissipated. She’d set a very simple couple of rules in place and everyone had followed them, no one was running around with cat ears and a clown nose yet. Plucking a glass of wine from one of the many attendants, she lets out a breath for posterity and turns to see the next person coming up the stairs. “I do think the costume contest is going to be a nailbiter this year.”

who? @meryasek where? in front of the embassy vendor

"I am guessing it would poor taste to start humming to the tone of 'What'd I Miss' from Hamilton, right? Or would you like for me to serenade you? I do have excellent vocal skills," the question leaves her as she swipes a drink from one of the attendants and slips next to Mery. As far as she had gathered she had missed a lot, which is rather infuriating as she had left a mere five months. At least this time there was no attack of the Eye imminent. She hoped. "Do you want me to regale you with how many animals adopted me this time, instead?"

who?@farenduil where? the cemetery

"I hear you can now be considered a DILF," she mentions, raising one of the glasses she is carrying to offer to the princeling. Is she mildly irritated that he is walking around when his daughter is nearby? Sure, but it's not the kids fault, and she doubts Farenduil realizes how privileged he is to have the right to meet his children. She will have to warn him about the Eyes movements at some point, though, what with their interest in halfblooded blood and all that jazz. "Congratulations are in order, Faren. Or should I call you daddy?"

She had no intentions of doing so, but she is curious to see his reaction.

who?@edeliexii where? ballroom

"How is immortality treating you, darling? I am sure it's quite the adjustment," there has not been a moment throughout the party in which she had not had a drink on her hand, and this time she brings a mojito to her lips as she asks the winter eladrin. "I am sure your new tolerance against human alcohol is a bit of a bother, is it not?"

who?@yaviefey where? the cemetery

"Oh look, my favorite pumpkin fellow!" She finds him in the cemetery, close enough to the RaveYard to hear the music but not dancing. An exaggerated pout overcomes her face as she sidles next to him and points at someone they can barely see from the distance. "I must warn you, dearest, there is a spirit wandering around going as the Headless Horseman and his pumpkin is scarier than yours."

who?@rowanivar where? the vendors

"Please tell me you actually know that we are in a party thrown by vampires, love," she asks the mortal she had seen wandering around giving the most intense 'i am just a little guy going through life' she has seen on her decently long life. At least he didn't seem to be out of place, more so, looking like he is here on a date. Good for the dude. "There is another human walking around draped in a sheet and pretending to be a ghost and I am pretty sure he knows shit all about the wolf den he just walked into. I don't want to nanny the both of you, but I will if you are also clueless."

who?@wintersaurora where? the hall of mirrors

"I have to ask, do you want your human friend to die? Because that is how they fucking die, my friend," she tells Aurora, pointing towards the sheet ghost wandering around the party and getting dangerous close to what she thinks is a rather angry-looking revenant, who also happens to be rather close to the stairs that lead up to the vampire orgy/eating room. "I thought you liked humans? It seems rather cruel to bring someone who knows shit all about the supernatural into a party that is the metaphorical equivalent wolf's den. Tell me that you gave him protection charms at least, I will have to be disappointed on your treatment of humans otherwise."

"Want to try drinking me under the table, honey?" She asks between laughs, looking down at the falling their comrade-at-drinking and sending his future hangover her best wishes. That is going to hurt, if everything she had heard about mortal hangovers is true. "I do warn you, as an eladrin I don't get drunk easily with mortal liquor. But if you are offering, I will take a mojito or seven."

@senatusstartersLocation: Halloween Party​

“Let’s fucking go! That’s how you drink someone under the table.” Anders was laughing now, having won all of his own personal drinking contests. But his friend, or maybe they were just strangers, had just won and sent the other lycan tumbling to the ground, unable to continue drinking. “This round is on me. We drink until we fuck, then we die. That is all to life. So – keep drinking. What do you want now?”

who? @senatusstarters where? hall of mirrors

"I do wonder if they are going to check the entire palace after the party," she hums thoughtfully as she eyes the mirrors and their magic signatures with great interest. She gives herself half an hour more, at most, before she gives in and begins jump into the mirrors to snoop around the palace with an excuse. When will she have the same excuse to explore? No one shall judge her if she admits she got lost after walking into a magic mirror. "An awful lot of poor unassuming souls might end up trapped in places they weren't meant to be if they don't."

Robin Goodfellow as Shego

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit I could be a better boyfriend I don't need to tell you twice All the ways he can't suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm Ladies first, baby, I insist

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