It’s been a long while, but hi!

Hi hello! Yes, I’m still alive!

Lots has happened, I’m sure I’ve said that a lot. However, my life is 1000% more stable than it was when I left this blog, so I’ve decided to make a comeback, ha. Admittedly, it has been a while since I’ve listened to wtnv, but I miss my boys a lot. I’d count this as grandiose self care tbh. 

I am very excited to be back, though! Please let me know if you want to thread! I’ll most likely be putting some things up here and there. I may not be as active as I used to be, but I do want some semblance of activity to resume here. I miss it a lot. 

So yes, I’m back! :D -Azzy

HERE TOO, YES HI. Same as above applies here, but hello I’m back! Did y’all miss me :D 

(( Hey so I’m not dead! Arm’s totally healed a full 5 months later jfc, and I’m finishing up physical therapy now. Also starting up my school internship again tomorrow since I was pulled due to the injury, so I have a bit more structure going on in life now. Thus, I’m back! Sorry it took me so long, life sucks sometimes. But I’m excited to get back on here! )) 

(( Hi hello I return! )) 

@gilded-billionaire “Dad! C’n I dye my hair for m’birthday?” 

“Dye yer... wh’ colour we talkin’, kiddo?”

(( Hiya. So if you follow me on my main, you’ll know that I broke my arm pretty badly a week back. It’s been an uphill battle regarding figuring out what I’m gonna do for school and such, and let’s be honest- typing one handed is hard af lol. But I’ll be trying to come back when I can! My spring break is actually coming up soon, so I’ll definitely be here then. )) 

(( ^^ here too )) 

(( HI IT’S BEEN A MILLION YEARS HOW ARE Y’ALL)) 

(( I’m back here too, wassup )) 

(( SURVIVED FINALS. Happy to say that I seemingly passed all of them, I’ll find out my actual grades soon. But yep! I’m here now! )) 

((Here too! Glad to be back. )) 

(( It’s that time of year again! Exam Week Looms tm. I’ll be a bit spotty to borderline non-existant for the next two weeks or so while I study my butt off, but I’m going to be replying today while I’m at work! )) 

(( Ignore my agonized screams in the distance ))

Notice me, notice me! -closed rp with ask-nightvales-voice

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“A-Ah.” 

Right. Even billionaires like Marcus Vansten were not immune to the angelic law. How long had Marcus been wandering? Cecil wondered. He still looked like…. him. Not the tall creatures named Erika who seemed absorbed in things far beyond human comprehension. He still seemed to be very much the same, with a few feathery additions to his stature. 

“Well, uhm, Marcus…. I–” He took a deep breath. “I can see you.” 

Cecil tensed, ready for the sirens to alert the SSP to angel acknowledgment. Hopefully addressing Marcus strictly by his name was enough of a work around. 

The angel grew rigid in tandem, folding his arms in an attempt to relax. “Th’nks.” He mumbled, taking to preening a wing. “Nobody else has like… said nothin’. Kinda thought they all f’got about me, y’know? It was startin’ to..” Hurt. 

The last word never surfaced, and a simple shrug took its place. Marcus shifted his weight from foot to foot, wings following his movements with a gentle sway. 

The golden feathers were almost hypnotic in their movement, such a gentle shift side to side that Cecil had to refocus on Marcus’s face for fear of becoming entranced. 

“They didn’t forget.” Cecil said, then amended, “Or, I didn’t forget.” 

“Besides, you made quite a memorable stage exit.” He tried for a smile that faded quicker than it appeared. 

“I’m sorry, that was crass. Would you like to… go somewhere?” 

Cecil attributed the offer in part to the fact that they were, for all intents and purposes, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. But Marcus looked… lost, and exhausted in a way that Cecil couldn’t in good conscious simply part ways with a “good to see you”. 

Marcus was sure the relief on his face was far too visible, but it was something he didn’t bother to hold back. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He sighed, futilely looking back and forth for a good place to duck into. Since he didn’t exist, his options didn’t exist either. 

“Uh.. Wherever y’wanna go s’cool with me, kiddo.”

Can I have a ride? (Closed rp)

Tap. Tap. 

Taptaptap…….. tap. 

“Dammit!” Cecil swore and bent to gather another handful of pebbles. “… can’t believe I’m doing this….” 

He pitched another handful of small stones at the window above his head, wincing as most of them missed and clattered against the siding. The teen felt exposed standing there in the early morning light, his jacket hanging off his shoulders and backpack plopped at his feet. If a groundskeeper or someone caught him here he was dead meat for trespassing on the Vansten estate.

“C’mon… wake up already…” 

Cecil lobbed another pebble at the Vantsen’s window and did a silent cheer when it struck the pane. 

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The window creaked open after a long moment, the curtains inside fluttering in the morning breeze. Marcus stared groggily down at him, raking his dyed chestnut hair out of his face with an audible grumble. 

“Wh’cha wan’..?” He drawled, Tennessean accent thick in his tired state. “S’way t’early t’be hittin’ m’window…”

“H-Hi! Er…. Good morning!” Cecil’s voice cracked comically on “morning”, turning his already higher tone into a mouse-like squeak. Of all the things to happen when staring up at the richest and coolest teenager in the town!! 

“I was ah……. well, you see…. I was hoping, since, you know, you have a car and I don’t - I mean Abby has the car but I don’t have a license just a permit and she’s at college so–” 

The short sentence Cecil had so carefully rehearsed in front of the mirror while getting ready was nowhere to be found, leaving his mouth to motor at rapid speed. Flustered, he tried to draw breath and make a last ditch effort to salvage the whole situation. 

 “I’m Cecil. Cecil Palmer, from your class? I was wondering…. c-can I have a ride?” He said it slowly, carefully enunciating and not letting his voice crack a second time. 

Marcus yawned, tilting his head this way and that, seemingly mulling it over. He did indeed recognize him, who wouldn’t? He was hard to miss, personality wise. 

“…Guess s’, yeah. Yer kin’a early though, ain’tcha..?” He slurred. Truth be told, he wasn’t certain whether it was fatigue or the slight hangover he was nursing talking. 

“O-Oh, I suppose I am! I wasn’t sure how long the walk was… o-or if you’d agree or what time you left so..” Cecil trailed off with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head. 

He could relax now. Marcus had agreed and that was the biggest hurdle he had to face. Cecil adjusted his jacket, drawing it a little tighter around himself. 

“I can uh, just wait down by the road until you’re ready.” 

“…Nah, h’ng on. I’ll be like… down in a s’cond.” He shut the window, stretching as thoroughly as he could and beginning to rummage through his dresser. Cecil definitely didn’t need to see him pre-makeup, the circles under his eyes were looking more like tattoos by the day. 

He ventured out the front door, backpack slung over one shoulder, a good ten minutes later. Putting his sunglasses on for good measure, he gave Cecil the most awake smile he could muster. “Ready?”

Cecil had since moved from his spot under Marcus’s window to standing awkwardly on the front porch, figuring that if anyone saw him Marcus would be close enough to keep him from getting sent packing. 

He whirled around as Marcus exited the front door, glasses slightly lopsided. 

“H-Hey! Yeah, yeah I’m ready!” He squeaked, flashing a nervous grin. “A-Are you uh, ready?” 

“Jus’ said I was.” Marcus teased, flipping his car keys around his finger (be cool, be cool, don’t send them flying). He waved Cecil over to the driveway, unlocking a cherry red sportscar’s door with a tilt of his head.

“Y’can put yer stuff in back with mine if y’want. Plen’y of room.”

Cecil had to collect his jaw off the ground at the sight of the gleaming automobile. Even in the early light the paint job shone like a spark against the dusty landscape. Once again he was reminded of how absolutely nuts this stupid plan was. But he had gotten this far. 

“Uh, th-thanks.” 

He tossed his bag into the backseat next to Marcus’s, trying to make the action casual as he scrambled into the passenger seat.  

Marcus snickered slightly, trying to hold it back as he hopped deftly into the driver’s seat. 

“Wh’s wrong? I promise, I ain’t gon’ kill ya drivin’ or nothin.” He beamed, sunlight flashing off of his sunglasses. 

Night Sail Closed Thread

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“Some say he steers a spectral ship, that’s ghostly gray and grand..” 

The singing floated over the misty air with a startling quality, achocolate voice clinging to the ears of passerby. Tightening another knot on the rope Cecil moved down the line, his voice rising and falling as steady as the waves.

Having taken a spell, he was now waiting for a ship like many other sailors; however, there were whispers about him that made some captains leery - that he was no mortal sailor, but a siren or half-siren, bold enough to walk amongst humans. He ignored the whispers as always and continued his work. A ship would be there eventually. 

“… oh forty fathoms he walks, with rusty keys his locker locks…” 

The wind blew strong, lifting the sails of a large galleon heading into port. Gleaming dark wood with a gold trim shone in the murky sunlight, bearing the name The Gilded Angel. The murmurs on the docks began immediately as the rigging was thrown and the vessel tied down. 

Beware that one, said the dockhands. That’s no ordinary ship, they whispered as they pointed at the damaged sides, the splintering wood singed by cannon blast. The murmurs stopped as the gangplank came down, and a smartly dressed man stepped down to the dock, immediately beginning to question those around him.

“If any of you are looking for work, inquire here. We’re out several crew members and will be needing hands.” He glanced at Cecil, eyeing him. 

Cecil returned the glance calmly, then, just as calmly, he turned his back to the man and resumed his work. 

His voice echoed across the choppy water as he continued to sing, not breaking rhythm even as his fellow sailors streamed around him, many hurrying to the town and it’s many bars and taverns while a few sturdy souls headed the opposite direction towards this newcomer and his tattered, gilded vessel. 

Only when all the knots were tied, checked, and rechecked did Cecil step away from his post and turn back to where he last saw the well-dressed man. There was a cluster of sailors there now, no more than five or eight talking amongst themselves. Cecil ignored them. He walked towards the man with an easy, rolling step, still humming his melodies.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted him. “You mentioned needing hands for your ship?”

“That I did.” He nodded, folding his arms. “Though this isn’t my vessel. I’m simply… the messenger. Jake, if you please.” He bowed his head slightly in greeting. 

Jake turned away from the small crowd gathering around him, focusing intently on the man in front of him. “And what exactly can you bring to the table, as they say? We’re quite specialized, you see. My captain wants only the finest sailors.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Jake.” 

Cecil quirked his head to the side, mouth curving in the barest hint of a smile. 

“I can run the ropes well enough. Height is no issue, even up in the mainmast. My… specialty, however, is navigation. I have a certain, ah, knack for telling our heading and what’s to come, even when the ship hasn’t reached it yet.” 

Jake regarded him with a steely gaze, cool and calculating. “Is that so?” He seemed to mull it over for a good while, scrutinizing every detail on Cecil’s person. 

“I think you’ll do very well for us. That is, if you’re up for it.”

Cecil’s smile only widened under the scrutiny. He seemed at ease under Jake’s gaze, even ruffling his coat open so that he had a clearer view of his physique and weaponry (dagger, snug in it’s hilt, and a fisherman’s knife). 

“I think I am inclined to be.” He hummed. “But you haven’t told even told me what I would be “up” for. I do not fear the unknown, but I dislike walking into business blind.” 

“A wise way to carry yourself.” Jake smiled plainly at him, motioning for him to follow him up the waiting gangplank. “I suppose you could say we’re in the business of buccaneering. We do not follow the likes of the Navy, or sail under their flag. Does that sit well with you?” 

(( Happy Sunday! I start my first internship through school tomorrow, so that means Mondays and Tuesdays I’ll be “working” in an orthodontist’s office! Also, that means I only have classes three days a week now. Much more stable!

Once I’m finished with my homework today, I will be back on in full force. <3 Thanks for being patient y’all, my school schedule has been a bitch and a half for the last two months. 

In other news, I start T on Thursday!! I’m so excited, you have NO idea. Things are looking up, and I feel more capable of being creative now~. I’ll see you later today! )) 

(( Here too! <3 )) 

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