Axis

Axis Arra inde canon divergent ffxv rp blog. spoilers. selective.

[the-final-sentence]

“And even as we write this final sentence, the sentence that will not be revised, we confess to being certain of one and only one thing – we swear to keep, on penalty of death, this one promise: We will live!”

— Viet Thanh Nguyen, from The Sympathizer

[promptsareus-blog1]

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

[longestnight]

what survived wasn’t me

[axisara]

headcanons to bring this blog back //

Axis & his family / WoR and post

marriage separation and related content below

It was a tough decision, whether to leave for Insomnia or stay and await the invasion. Axis and his wife had always been fighters, but this war needed soldier, and neither were that. But the war came, ravaged their home, and they were forced to flee with their two children, his wife in late pregnancy. In the mad rush, he’d found out he was able to use the King’s magic and so joined the Glaive for the financial support they promised in return. 

His wife had been furious, but he was never very helpful during her pregnancies anyway. She fought that that wasn’t the point, but they both knew what was done was done. Their household was very tense for those first few months. She went into labor while he was away on a mission. He was back for a mere few hours before being recalled for another mission. He’d been informed before hand, but had hoped exception could be made. Obviously, not. He was furious, but knew he couldn’t refuse the summons. 

Fury couldn’t describe his wife’s wrath. He visited her once more in the hospital during her recovery, but was brief. He’d planned on going home to check on their kids, who’d returned to the house and left on their own during all of this, but she refused. There wasn’t so much of an argument so much as his wife kicking him out with the clothes on his back. He was angry, but he understood. It was the last straw for both of them. The last his two other children-- two daughters-- saw of him had been when he’d left for that last mission. It wasn’t until much later that he even found out the gender of their third child. 

Despite this, they never officially divorced, so any benefits from his being in the glaive were honored even after Axis left his family. He still loves his wife and kids very much and they continue to be his source of strength. He fights for his family, to make a better world for them. This extends to his close friends as well, but primarily he thinks of his kids. At the moment I haven’t finalized names for the four of them, but they are in the works. 

All four survived the World of Ruin, but his wife’s emotional and physical condition declined drastically both when Axis left, then again when the sun stopped rising. It was mostly up to the older two siblings to take care of their mother. The eldest remembers their father well, remembers when their marriage was still happy and understands why it pains their mother so to be like this. The middle child, younger sister, however has only fleeting and vague memories of Axis. Her first vivid memory of him is, of course, the last time they saw him. She resents him deeply and blames him for their mother’s condition. 

The three siblings stick together in Lestallum. They work against the daemons like everyone else, but privately, apart from the Hunters and Glaives. The eldest has become a renowned healer in their section of the community-- beyond sickness related to the daemons, of course. She still holds a kind, motherly nature despite being only in her late teens, on the verge of her twenties. 

The middle child has become a skilled huntress, having found what little can survive in the cursed lands beyond Lestallum. She is able to cultivate small amounts of food and plants to use and occasionally sell, but this becomes less and less over the years. She mostly takes on minor hunts to pay for supplies. She and her sister are close, of course, but are rather black and white opposites of each other. While her sister is soft spoken and well liked, she is known to be sharp-tongued and anti-social. 

Their brother, the youngest, was born during the final days, it’s true. But he is of the generation that knows only darkness. He’s also considerably younger than his sisters. While all of that generation grew up fast-- he himself killing his first daemon during the later years of the WoR-- he was always something strange. Most children tended to be much more subdued than any preceding generation as a whole. Their ways of thinking and reasoning tended to be darker, more coldly logical and apathetic, as if responding to the harsh world around them. 

Of his two sisters, though the eldest raised him like a mother figure, he was closer to the middle child. And of the three of them, though all strong in their ability to use the Royal line’s magic, he was the strongest. Or rather, his power was the most raw, coming in uncontrollable bursts, where his sisters struggled to press their magic. The middle child is capable of warping, but it tires her easily. The eldest can also do so, but only once before she’d dizzy and entirely drained. 

Axis knows they are alive. He also knew about his wife’s state. There were many times he wished to return to them, but it never seemed right. He was afraid returning would only make things worse. The four of them, however, assumed him dead in the attack on Insomnia, perishing as many glaives did that day. There comes a time, however, when he finds his youngest daughter and son in mortal danger, she having taken a job bigger than she could handle and him having tagged along without his sister’s noticing. 

The eldest sibling had followed to try and bring her brother back and witnessed her father saving her siblings. She’d run to him, intent on embracing him and pleading with him to return with them, but her sister had beaten her to speaking. All her rage and anger seemed to be exactly what he’d feared, and before anything else could be said, the group of Hunters and Glaives he’d been working with when he’d spotted them were upon him, and Axis was able to slip away from them.

Heartbroken, the three returned. Oddly, the encounter seemed to have no effect on the boy. When pressed he answered simply that he had been rescued by someone who was a stranger to him-- why should he be hurting over a pain which was not his. At this, the eldest snapped at him, the younger sister stepping to his defense. The argument continued until finally the younger two departed the eldest’s company, leaving her to return home alone with their mother. The two went off on their own for awhile. 

Eventually, through meeting someone else of her age and lonely circumstance and, oddly, from her brothers push as well, they-- now three-- return to her sister who welcomes them back with open arms and tears of joy. But they return to find their mother gone. Some madness had taken her one night and she’d sought out Axis, eluding her older daughter. The four continued the day to day routine, only searching for their parents in what had come to be the mundane, though sure both had likely perished somewhere in the cruel night. 

Axis had finally made the decision to return, only to find what his encounter had caused. But his wife caught him by surprise, discovering him. She begged him to stay, but again he had to leave to fight. She insisted in joining him, but her condition left her unable to pursue. The next few weeks she became engulfed in her rabid desire to find him once more, to fight the world side by side as they once had. Do not mistake, she was and is a very strong and capable women, if broken. Then, one night-- or rather what had become their resting period-- something seemed to fall into place. 

There were no theatrics whatsoever, she simply found the strength to push through the depression she’d fallen into. She had been fighting it, the roller coaster of capable and not through the emotions, and she had been getting steadily better. Losing the younger two had been another major blow, but for some reason, that night she’d finally found stability again. So she left to pursue Axis, and with him, find her other children. Once finding him and finding the three of them safe once more, she and Axis continued in their fight against the Daemons. 

When news of the King’s return reached them, they found themselves more hopeful than ever before. They returned to where their kids had settled, having kept an eye on them as well, and told them of their plan to fight in this final push. But before they could depart to rejoin the Glaive and Hunters, the sun once more rose. So, instead, they focused on staying together, rebuilding their life. Axis and his wife found that fighting would always be a part of them, but that didn’t extend to the new politics forming with the re-establishment of the world. 

They removed themselves some, contenting themselves to live quietly as their children grew into this new world. As it turned out, their eldest found herself growing into quite the diplomat. Their middle child, as it turned out, began dating the person she’d met who had convinced her to return to her family. She had as much fight in her as either of them had, but were happy to find her partner able to mellow her out. Their son had the hardest time adjusting, as did all of his generation. With some bumps, though with some psychological scars, he, too began to find his own way. 

[gingersmiith]

Little Flame

Meldacio Hunter Headquarters, along with Lestallum, were two locations Tredd avoided whenever possible. Given the nature of his occupation – guard, wandersmith, supply runner – he couldn’t always do so, so he kept the occasional visit as short as possible, and avoided the residents while he was there.

This time, however, he couldn’t do that.

Thank ‘Frit for those anti-daemon lights Miss Cindy had managed to reverse-engineer. With his new companion, he’d been forced to drive much slower than his norm.

The child was fast asleep in the booster seat he’d managed to contrive out of a crate and his clothes, and he tried not to let the sight of her soften his heart. He had no business raising a child, not even one carelessly abandoned at a Haven.

Not even one who trusted him utterly, who climbed into his lap if he so much as smiled at her.

Fuck.  Could he give her up, really?

After parking the truck, he eased her out of the seat and into his arms. “C’mon, Aideen,” he said softly, so as not to wake her.  “Let’s look into findin’ you a family.”

[axisara]

Axis had spent most of his time avoiding any spotlight. There were still too many who knew him as the traitor he’d been. He’d lost contact with his friends in the mad rush to escape the ruins of their lives and had all but given up on any hope they were still alive. 

Rumors shot around, that was true. But no life was safe these days. Even if any of them were true, that some old comrades were still alive and kicking, that could change at any time-- it was never worth investigating. But he’d recognize that redhead anywhere. 

He felt a smile lift his features, the gesture feeling almost alien to him. How long had it been since he smiled. But it quickly dropped away. He couldn’t really know how Tredd would react to being approached, if he’d even want to see him again.

Then surprise overcame him. Was that a kid? He felt the smile creep back, though astounded suppressed it some. He couldn’t help himself striding through the confusion of people between them. As he got close, enough to be heard without too many, if any overhearing, but not as to come as a total surprise, he remarked with a tone teasing, “I never thought I’d see the day. Don’t tell me that’s your kid?” 

Tredd would find a grinning friend, a rarity for anyone in these dark days. But he was glad he decided to approach. He already felt some built up tension ease. Almost as if the time had lifted, reset to easier, better days. If only for a moment. 

[thelovejournals]

“Sometimes…real love is silent as well as blind.”

— Stephen King, The Stand

[quoted-books]

“Once you figure out what matters, you’ll figure out how to be brave.”

— Emily X.R. Pan, The Astonishing Color of After

[captaindrautos]

KINGSGLAIVE, REPORT TO THE BRIEFING ROOM

AKA- I’m putting together a list of Kingsglaive RP blogs.  Like and/or reblog this post if your character is a canonical member of the glaive, or if your character is an OC whose main verse is part of the glaives.  Must be following me (sideblogs are the exception of course).

Sorry to those who have kingsglaive verses, I love you too but I’m trying to keep this list tight.

[quietandmannerly]

“You quietly endure, tightly holding yesterday in your fist”

— “You’re Not Truly Happy” - Mayday

[munjade]

Freedom Never Cries Starters

Change pronouns as necessary!

“How much is that guitar?”

“What’s a flag in a pawn shop to me?”

“I saw a man on the TV in a mask with a gun”

“He had a ten year old son”

“And he says that he’s coming for me”

“I never loved the soldier until there was a war”

“I only talk to god when somebody’s about to die”

“I never cherished freedom”

“Freedom never cries”

“I wrote a song for a dead man to settle my soul”

“And now I’ll never grow old”

“Now I’m out in the cold”

“What’s a song to a dead man to me?”

“There’s a baby on the doorstep wailing away”

“May he forget why he’s crying someday”

[spaacemusings]

                                              the true soldier fights                               not because he hates what is in front of him                                  but because he loves what is behind him

[coral]

“That wasn’t any act of God. That was an act of pure human fuckery.”

— Stephen King, The Stand

[theclassicsreader]

In one terrifying moment of lucidity, I thought of us as damned souls wandering through the void, souls condemned to wander through space until the end of time, seeking redemption, seeking oblivion, without any hope of finding either.

Elie Wiesel, Night (via theclassicsreader)

[axisara]

He relaxes his shoulders as he felt the weight of Sonitus’s head rest on it. He wasn’t weirded out by the gesture or weakness. On the contrary, he found himself rather relieved his friend trusted him so. But that was beside the point now.

“Come on,” he muttered, putting one arm around the injured man, trying to help support him and lead him back.

He navigated them through the maze of shadows and streetlight, keeping mostly to the former. The shadows, Axis knew and knew them well. He’d always been one to hide within them, after all.

@sonitussilentii

[raynhart-deactivated20171110]

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[weaponsuggestion]

You are a weapon; and weapons don’t weep.

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’