passionfruit.

yours is the only ocean.

[aicidos]

#𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙨.    independent & private multimuse (fandoms include: ffvii, ffxv, ffx, fe3h, jjk, p5r, knb, loz, & cowboy bebop).  written by mari, 20+. (est.19/05/20). using both beta & legacy as for now!   ↳  rules, muses.

note on interactions: i kiiinda don’t make starter calls anymore! tbh the best way to thread with me is thru continuing asks.. sometimes i rb memes that i solely use as starter calls, but if there’s ever an ask reply that you (the mutual reading this, close friend or not!) find has thread potential, i heavily encourage you to reply! 

[welkingunther]

[aicidos]

   the years would have been kind to the monastery, had it not been for the constant ravaging during the start of the war, the absences from within. not unlike the past, yuri comes with the cold sting of a wolf’s bite, so that the hairs on dorothea’s arm may rise. five years of assuming he would be fine, trusting he could outsmart death as he has most nobles. and now here, in the flesh, there’s things he ought to hope for the future, something that moves beyond immediate threats or material goods. a different fulfillment. his dismissals are, though expected, not any less unwelcome. 

   “ why yes, it is. otherwise, the goddess would have no followers, ” she has long stopped pricking herself with that resentment, but to say it aloud without seteth to disapprove was something she could find delight in. “ you should know, though, i don't mind such a fate, if it means my songs will outlive me. that is .  .  . should this fantasy of mine come true, ” an opera of outcasts, as she once put it. dorothea turns away, casts her eyes skywards, the moonlight strange in its glow. there's comfort in that plain face gazing towards them, the images she could paint in it.

   “ you really don’t have an ideal future that stirs something in you, yurikins ? ”   @espyrot + cont.

[aicidos]

❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ / i literally heard iggy's voice with this one SO

baldur's gate 3.   ♡  * @manusregis.

   there, on the lookout, and the day’s heat builds pressure in his ears as his steps quicken, “ ignis ! ” noctis calls, his voice uncharacteristically loud, strained without apparent cause. he only notices as it leaves him, and though mostly futile, he does take a moment to compose himself, to breathe in and speak as he exhales, “ walk with me ? ” 

   noctis remembers the cable car is meters away, and he realizes not everything iris said was lost on him. it felt strange to dedicate the better half of his morning for leisure, following her pace but lacking just so in the enthusiasm⸺  for the most part, his mind is elsewhere still, and it doesn’t help it keeps getting stolen from him by way of headaches, strange visions. he thinks he hears a voice, too, beckoning. If it’s not the visions, then it’s his imagination that takes hold, and he can only watch as it conjures a version of the events that must have unfolded in the citadel, each one worse than the last. 

   the gentle whirring of the cable car must’ve spurred him on to entertain his thoughts, so it’s only when it comes to a halt that he realizes they’re suspended in the air. everything and anything would reverberate harder on a mostly-empty vehicle, save for them, and his reflexes dictate he should stand, “ really ? now ? ”

   when ignis speaks up, noctis thinks he can relish in the absurdity of the situation enough to huff a chuckle. “ yep, this settles it. i think i’m cursed. ” after pressing the emergency button three times too many, he sits back down next to ignis, only this time a bit closer. his head tilts back, and strangely, he thinks he can enjoy this; to know the best course of action is to not do anything at all and, as the automated speaker repeated, stay put, for the team would have the car moving as soon as possible. a matter that, albeit insignificant, is so out of his hands he can find it a welcome change.

    “ i figured riding it would help taking my mind off .  .  . everything, but⸺ well. ”

   like most of his thoughts on the matter, noctis has tried to not think about it, among the myriad of pending issues, but it shook him all the same. a wedding, called off. eight years imminent, and seemingly overnight, it snapped like a thread stretched thin. noctis fears, someday, his well-learned restraint would follow suit. even now, however, he can only sit with the peculiar set of relief and discomfort it brings. he rolls his head around his shoulders, stiff, “ at least i’m stuck with you. ”

[manusregis]

THE ADMITTANCE COMES AS A SURPRISE; felt in the way the air in the rooms shifts, the room lit in the dark of the night only by lamplight in that moment. He's sitting across from Noctis at the table as he always does, but the space that stretches between them has become vast in recent months, if not years. It used to be easy — to feel his presence closer than anything, anyone, even if the other was halfway across the room. Yet since he graduated nearly two years ago, his duties shifting to accommodate and anticipate future needs... it wasn't as simple as tutoring Noctis on how to sit properly at the dinner table (which, as green eyes look across the present table, Ignis clocks that he still fails to do so).

He's in friendly company, perhaps he could let it slide. Though, he can hear Gladio's voice in the back of his mind about letting far too much slide and babying this, that, or the other. But time and space shared between them. There is a difference, he knows. Even if he can't name it just yet.

But the reality is that when he looks across the table, he sees a broken, tired line of tense shoulders. And he hears a listless sort of melancholy that sounds lost. It breaks his heart in a matter of seconds; knowing even now that their moods are intricately entwined. For a moment, he's reminded of the night they sat with nothing to eat except for microwavable ramen out of a cup, feeling content; and his brows furrow for a moment. The reality is Noctis is right. "I suppose we haven't spent proper time together." His spoon is hovering over his bowl, unmoving. Lips parted on a breath his lungs have yet to draw, he's frozen for a moment; afraid, perhaps, of disturbing the air that surrounds them. The vulnerability of the admittance isn't lost on him. It's a strange moment to navigate as his heart sinks slowly, even as he tries to understand. Long lashes cast low, his gaze falls over the grain of the table, before they flutter. Ignis wants to understand. "At least, not time that isn't dedicated to either of our duties, in some way." A pause, looking up once more to meet blue eyes. "Outside of coffee."

[aicidos]

noctis supposes he has always longed for the simpler times, even during them. the citadel had once entirely witnessed his growth, and yet, his gradual return to fulfill the attendance expected of him during councils has the bittersweetness of his last school year ending, even though he is still months away from turning in his last assignment. the shape of a throne gets progressively clearer in his mind, one that must be cold to the touch. for now, his hand is bare, ringless.

“i guess knowing you since, well, forever hasn’t cut it for me,” as inane as he hoped to make it sound, noctis knows there’s truth in his absurdity. and most of what he comes to realize about himself, ignis usually notices first. sometimes, noctis can only hold ignis’ gaze for so long before he has to look away, look down, eat the rest of the food and nod intently as he listens, agreeable until he punctuates his reaction with a scrunch of his nose, first at the mention of duties, again at coffee. 

his pause isn’t long, not when it’s a thought that has been long overdue. “say, ignis.” he wipes his lips, perhaps as some type of proverbial way to ready his mouth, vehicle of thoughts that, more often than not, failed to convey what he wanted. and yet, some things were worth a try. “all this talk about duties… i never did ask you what you thought of yours. you know, ever since my father had us shake hands. no— way before that.”

he can think of so many questions, most of which are related to choice, and if he ever had one to begin with. lineages thrive in a degree of conformity, and noctis wonders if ignis ever hoped to choose for himself, the lens in which he saw the cards his family were dealt with.

“i guess what i’m trying to ask is—” are you happy? would you choose differently? “i’ve never made you wanna quit, have i?”

[s-insomnia]

it's always "i love you" but never "this world means nothing to me, do with it as you wish. but i refuse to let noct sacrifice his life to save ours. i won’t let you take him away."

[aicidos]

biting you

te beso te beso te beso te beso

[aicidos]

❝ your face is sour. by all means leave, if my food is so distasteful. ❞ / altered slightly but guess who's back to haunt u by request <3

baldur's gate 3.   ♡  * @manusregis.

he couldn’t do it, even after he had come all the way here, even after he had stirred his wits for an excuse— noctis merely stands there, folder in hand and school suitcase in the other. he thinks he can hear ignis inside the apartment, and judging by the time, he figures he’s readying himself to relax for the evening. the shame that trickles his neck down to his chest is bright and warm, so he resorts to merely sliding the folder under the door— just as it begins to open.

he feels less dumbfounded and more so simply dumb at the sight of looking up at ignis, casual and most definitely tending the distant sizzling on the stove prior to his interruption. 

“gladio told me to deliver that,” noctis hurried to get the first word in, entirely alone in this competition, before even properly standing. it was always hard to define what ignis’ gaze held, more so these days with their back-and-forths, the inevitable strain noctis placed on him by trying not to be a burden. if anything, noctis feared more to be able to read him as well as ignis did; it could mean possibly deciphering if it’s disappointment what he sees staring back at him.

instead, ignis nods, and offers him dinner. 

though it’s what he wanted, noctis feels defeated all the same, as most things make him feel nowadays.

from noctis’ place at the table, he can see the small figurine of a moogle he once won at the arcade and gifted him, not without echoing what kids his age liked to say: it’s a lucky item. the memory fades as quickly as it comes, and he can only stare down at his plate, thinking. he’s always been so hard to deal with.

your face is sour. by all means leave, if my food is so distasteful.

there’s a joke in there, noctis knows, but he feels guilty all the same. he shakes his head, and fiddles with his spoon for a second longer. “i know i see you often. but.” i don’t know. he eats a spoonful of curry and realizes he’s hungrier than he initially thought. “somehow it feels like i haven’t properly seen you.” in noctis’ mind, it makes more sense than saying i miss you to someone who’s before you, and has never exactly left.

[aicidos]

it was out of formality, truly. the star princess of foreign nation was quick to be the belle of the party. suitors among suitors that wishes to capture her gaze, only served to overwhelm her. finding to latch onto an escape, she turns to someone familiar — she turns to you. hand already dragging yours long before, you even became aware of the situation. "you'll save me this evening, won't you?" a polite tone, celestial eyes practically pleading with an even sweeter smile. "just one dance, enough to get them off my back ? "

there’s only a force stronger than his disdain for formalities, and that is his father’s warning nod his way prior to the ball. he had held the same glass since the evening started, and only lifts it to graze his lips as an excuse to keep silent while whichever fleeting company speaks of city projects, advice, the future. noctis knows the answers expected of him, but it doesn’t make it easier— nor does the sudden quiet that fills the room as everyone turns to the musicians, seconds prior the conductor cues the score, because it means he has to perform all the same, only now with rhythm.

it proves to be too much tonight, and just as he’s making sure the route to the balcony escapes his father’s gaze, there’s a hand that darts his way and, instead of merely keeping him in place, it tugs. he can hear the gasps of delight behind him, making space for them to cut through the web of bodies dancing, and this is precisely the kind of sight they came to see, albeit each party involved had their own reasons. still, noctis had long surrendered himself to the inevitability of recalling his training on minutiae of this sort, so he merely sighs a tired laugh, “hey, if it gets them off my back, i won’t complain.”

it’s not quite ideal, but it will do.

a hand to her back and the other firmly grasped, noctis realizes she’s cold to the touch, and he wonders if it has always been this way.

“if i had spotted you sooner, this alliance would’ve come way earlier.” he’s grateful for the music drowning most of his already quiet voice, and he’s trying to entertain himself with different parts of her face, to varying degrees of success; all eyes feel on them. as the song progresses, he knows it won’t be long until he has to decide between being sensible or being self-indulgent, though really, he knows what choice he favors. “i’m leaving to the balcony after the song’s over and hiding from the rest of the dances there. i’d offer to take you with me,” a swift glance to his side, some bachelors staring intently. “but i don’t think they’ll let me.”

[aicidos]

❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault. ❞ link @ zelda

baldur's gate 3.   ♡  * @espyrot.

among the skills zelda could call hers, her divine power (dwindled or not) and scholar affinity were of no use in the strange laboratory kitchens are. she could say, however, that she has learned something from lingering there, and it is the way link typically moves within it as he cooks dinner, his rhythm and ingenuity to make do, as he always seems to. in that regard, her requests were few and far between, as she had taken to mostly resting upon their arrival to hateno— today, however, the weather fared great, and she had even wandered outside to fetch wildflowers for the vase atop the table after she was done setting it. 

“...i’d say i’m near recovered to start aiding the people of hyrule again.” she spoke before taking her spoon to taste the last of the creamy stew, pleased and nodding to herself. “i know we ought to resume our travels soon. that being said… i have grown fond of your house, link.” if she stilled, she could hear the stream flowing underneath the bridge that led here, or perhaps it is the rush of blood to her ears when she quietly admits, “it’s been so long since i’ve last been home.” by which she means, someplace that feels like it.

her gaze travels from the flowers to his hands as he signs a response, and suddenly, she felt too aware of her place at the table, the skin of her face. “mine? a-are you sure it’s not the creamy heart soup’s doing? i believe i overheard a woman say it is thought that if one shares it with another person, it will bring them closer,” which is no less incriminating, given it was her first request in quite a while. she stands, suddenly, hip hitting the wood just enough to shake the tableware before she hurried to pile them, “i should get to cleaning these, then! yes, it’s the least i can do for your kindness today,” any more rush in her words and it would have created a new hylian dialect.

[ncthandrake]

ASK FOR SOME PAW

[aicidos]

❝ i've always had a soft spot for the confident ones…they always disappoint though. ❞ bonus (final) oikise. thankyou and have fun

baldur's gate 3.   ♡  * @yishuns.

there seems to be a consensus in regards to the impression ryōta kise makes, and it can only be reduced to a single truth: there are no middle grounds when it comes to him. the scale is always tipped towards utter likability or disdain, and if you ask him, he would go as far as to say he’d rather have it that way— he has never been one to do something half-assed either, anyway. that doesn’t mean he’s against shortcuts, though. hence why he’s here, or rather, has been here for many of tooru’s volleyball practices, and more importantly, has watched with intent. 

today, particularly, he has the suspicion he has seen enough.

“oikawacchi!! good job today,” kise congratulates as tooru, the last member to finish practice today, begins to place away the balls he has borrowed. “i like that move you make, your serve,” he declares, grabbing a volleyball from the storage cart. “you know, i think i could pull it off if i really set my mind on it.”

he expected, more or less, the direction tooru’s reply would go, because it’s the kind of thing he himself would say. and his grin shifts near imperceptibly. “didn’t i tell you i was at the volleyball club myself in junior high?” he fixes the sleeves of his shirt just under his elbow, “but i never got to play against anyone like you, so naturally, i got bored and quit eventually. had it been different though…” the ball spins twice in his hands as he paces his breathing, moving to the tempo of the images he had just seen prior and can picture clearly in his mind, only knowing he succeeded as his body lowered from the jump serve and his hand began to feel that familiar sting, followed by a quick, sharp slam of the ball at the other side of the court. 

kise hums, more so to himself, “not bad for someone who should’ve warmed up first, wouldn’t you say?”

[edenmemes]

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 2)

part 2 / ? .

❝ i’m also worried about me, but i somehow seem to be worried about you more. ❞ ❝ you put the stars to shame. let’s sit here a little while - i want to drink you in. ❞ ❝ i’d tell you not to get in trouble, but i suspect it will find you whether you like it or not. ❞ ❝ well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on. ❞ ❝ i just….need some air…clear my head. ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since i shed a tear. i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had a feeling you’d show up. it’s sort of our thing. like it’s fate or something. ❞ ❝ i do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little. ❞ ❝ if that was an attempt at flirting, i should let you know i prefer the strong, silent type. ❞ ❝ no matter how far you come, you’re still on the road to ruin. ❞ ❝ i thought you a hunter. wrong. you’re prey - small. snivelling. pathetic. ❞ ❝ and what am i owed? what about the injustices i’ve suffered - am i not entitled to anything? ❞ ❝ i can’t help but feel the strangest twinge of disgust as i look upon you. ❞ ❝ i trust that you will continue to remember who is really on your side. ❞ ❝ better a short life built on truth than immortality woven of lies. ❞ ❝ i won’t make excuses. i can’t make amends. but i want to help, if you’ll let me. ❞ ❝ gods, it’s horrifying…and a touch fascinating. ❞ ❝ there are many names for you --- and all of them inspire dread. ❞ ❝ destiny is at your door; won’t you at least twitch the curtain? ❞ ❝ the gravest crimes committed in this world are committed for love. a hunger crueller than bloodlust. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ ❝ revenge sounds so sweet until you’ve taken it. then all you have is…no one left to blame. ❞ ❝ some mistakes can’t be resolved with an apology. some mistakes, you have to carry with you, forever. ❞ ❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ think of all we’ve been through just to get to this moment. that wasn’t luck. that was us. ❞ ❝ feel like i should laugh but i’m just too godsdamned tired. ❞ ❝ there is something i lost…no, had taken from me. i want it all back. ❞ ❝ careful - you’re in very real danger of hurting my feelings. ❞ ❝ one thing i’ve learned - real saviours never label themselves as such. ❞ ❝ less thinking of bad thoughts, and more breaking of bad bones. ❞ ❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞ ❝ evil is evil, even if it once was innocent. ❞ ❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault.. ❞ ❝ oh, i’m no innocent. but evil? you tell me. ❞ ❝ i still want to believe you’re better than that. but even i am having my doubts. ❞ ❝ i can’t afford to lose my nerve. safer to just not think, and keep forging ahead. ❞ ❝ when all this is over, will you stay with me? for good? ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ is there a reason you're always such an utter drip? do you have some sort of condition? honestly, it's like you hate good news. ❞ ❝ all of nature’s beauty pales in comparison to you. ❞ ❝ i can’t save you from yourself. it hurts terribly, but i can’t. ❞ ❝ if i seem suddenly flush with hope and soft feeling, you have only yourself to blame. ❞ ❝ is there good and evil within us all? ❞

❝ i’ve been watching you fight. your skills are improving. ❞ ❝ you know, for all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place, i really feel quite at home here. ❞ ❝ and you? you’re wholly without vice or sin or the occasional lapse in judgement? ❞ ❝ i wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are. but i do. ❞ ❝ one might say you’re paragon of luck. i’ll be there when it runs out. ❞ ❝ i've always had a soft spot for the confident ones…they always disappoint though. ❞ ❝ i concealed nothing from you. i simply left out the details that were not pertinent. ❞ ❝ you’re an odd friend. but, i suppose, a friend still. ❞ ❝ i won’t let you do this. i won’t let you win. ❞ ❝ you are my puppet. make no mistake. without me, you have no value. ❞ ❝ well, this seems like a lovely little spot. the sense of impending doom aside. ❞ ❝ whoever your enemies are, they have good reason to fear you. ❞ ❝ this place is astonishing, a bard’s tale made real. ❞ ❝ i may not regret my actions, but i do regret that they were necessary. ❞ ❝ experience has taught me that no matter how bleak things look, there’s always hope. ❞ ❝ if this adventure has taught me anything, it’s that there are things in this world more valuable than power. ❞ ❝ a wise man learns from his mistakes, and strives not to repeat them. ❞ ❝ no more hiding things from me. agreed? ❞ ❝ my friend. my companion. i adore you. ❞ ❝ your face is sour. by all means leave, if i am so distasteful. ❞ ❝ careful, it’s dark around here. would be a terrible shame to lose you forever. ❞ ❝ you startled me. i…i was miles away. ❞ ❝ you have to know who i was. you have to know who i really am. ❞ ❝ nothing special, of course. you’re only the first person who i truly care for. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ ❝ anything you ask, i’ll answer as honestly as i can. ❞

[aicidos]

lowkey but highkey, noct should eat her vegetables. thx.

hey that's not on the prophecy...........

[aicidos]

Come to me.

DON'T EVEN JOKE LAD.

[aicidos]

hi.

HEYYY HI HI (with evil intent) can we write jjk please

[aicidos]

boops your nose

i love you. your first mistake was putting your hand in my enclosure