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Midnight Coterie

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Verdant Sun

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Relationship & Courting antics Asks.

♥ Do they seek out love or let it find the? Are they even interested in romance?

♥  When they have a crush on someone, how do they let them know?

♥ Tell us about a time they were rejected.

♥ Do they spend a lot of time in the courting stage or attempt to get to first base as fast as possible?

♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

♥ Do they have open or closed relationships?

♥ How do they feel about polygamy?

♥ Are they loyal to their partners?

♥ Are they patient with their partners?

♥ Do they include their partners in most aspects of their life?

♥ Do they make an effort to find someone with similar views, be they political or moral?

♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?

♥ Do they sleep in the same bed/room as much as they can or do they sleep separately?

♥ Do they make it a point to eat at lease one meal a day together with their partner, or do they do as they please?

♥ Do they enjoy talking to their partners before going to sleep or is it straight to dreamland?

♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

♥ What sort of characteristics or quirks draw them to someone?

♥ Do they have a ‘type’?

♥ What was their first impression about their partner/person they are courting?

♥ How did their relationship start?

♥ What was the most romantic time they had with their partner?

♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.

♥ Do they apologize to their partner even if it wasn’t their fault?

♥ Will they lie for the sake of their significant other’s happiness?

♥ If they could choose their partner again, would they choose the same person?

♥ What do they love most about their significant other?

♥ Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting?

♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courting’s feelings without them having to say anything?

♥ How do they express their love to their partner?

♥ Would they leave the person they love if it meant saving their life/giving them a better chance at life?

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Please specify a character!

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Evergreen Continuum

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[theexplodingdragon]

Such ambition and pride, such dreams and desires. We have tasted them and We have found them to be sweet. What would you do to keep your blessed gifts intact? What would you give to ensure you thrive in a world that has tilted on its axis? The storm comes, but yet We offer shelter to Our children. To have you at Our side would be a magnificent gift. To watch you be swept away by the rising tide would be Our greatest sorrow. Come closer, little lamb. Let Us in.

Such ambition and pride, such dreams and desires. We have tasted them and We have found them to be sweet.

The onset of the whispers. Drakkaern immediately ceased drinking his morning coffee mid-sip, tilting his hand to swirl the remainder as he pondered the nature of the voice pressing in on his mind. It was a faint, faded thing - the bite dulled by his secret ward. As he swallowed, his lips curled into a sneer even though he knew himself to be alone.

“And so I have finally been deemed worthy of your attention, you nameless wretch,” came his answering reply - scorn etched into every syllable. “This is a waste of my valuable time. Hurry on with your pitch - I have work to do.”

What would you do to keep your blessed gifts intact? What would you give to ensure you thrive in a world that has tilted on its axis?

By now, Drakkaern began to initiate practiced mental exercises that long ago became rote. A lifetime of sleepless nights and half-remembered horrors prepared him well for the situation at hand, with his mind compartmentalizing down into its component spaces and shuttering each from contact with each other. If the presence didn’t move upward and outward, it would quickly be cut off from his greater consciousness - and then succinctly disintegrated by application of unmediated nihilism.

“My gifts are mine and mine alone. Other have tried to take them: they rot in shallow graves. My world has tilted on its axis time and time again: I survived each and every time.” Another steadying drink of the coffee, and then a continued dismissal. “You, Charlatan, offer me less than nothing - an attempt to sell me my own possessions and demand a premium be paid for the trouble. I bid you now, peddle such folly to the ignorant and the desperate, for I have no taste for this poison.”

Drakkaern was far from ignorant enough to believe that he could do any lasting harm in this fashion to the intruding entity itself, but a warding against future intrusions was within the realm of reasonable probability. Just as his physical antibodies learned and adapted, so too did the meditations of his Nihilism Horizon.

The storm comes, but yet We offer shelter to Our children. To have you at Our side would be a magnificent gift. To watch you be swept away by the rising tide would be Our greatest sorrow.

“I know your kind. You prey on the weak, the lonely, the abused. You whisper to them sweet nothings and promise them shelter in your shadow. You make them feel special, but only when they serve your needs. You tell them never that they are one ignorant drop of water in an ocean of your awareness. The solace you offer is no hearth, but a grave instead. Only when they have given you their life, their blood, their soul, do you reveal your indifference to their final moments.”

He knew of these tragedies because once, he was a kind and trusting boy. Before Caroline sunk her claws into his mind. Before the incident at Highbridge. Before… before the calamity that catapulted his ambition into the highest echelons of his world. A boy no longer, the man knew of these false demagogues and kept only scorn in his heart for their ilk. Well and true, he also knew the value of merit and solidarity.

Alfric.

Nanaea.

They relied on his banner. They relied on him to resist.

Come closer, little lamb. Let Us in.

“Get out.”

Not a yell, nor a shout. Naught but two words he uttered with a stern demand, his even-tempered tone ringing in the air.

Air that became thick and viscous as the final mantra scattered all that did not belong to him from his mind. He felt it then, the gravity of what he had done - the consequences that simmered in the heady air.

He didn’t care.

“Nanaea, send in my seven-thirty appointment,” he remarked with a tap to his Linkpearl, draining the last of his coffee and clearing the air with a burst of wind-aspected aether summoned by a sweep of his hand.

He made his choice. Now, it was time to discuss production quota for the upcoming Summer Catalog of his prized company.

@sorceress-sparrowsun (Nanaea Mention), @sasha-rochester (Caroline Mention), @the-faceless-ffxiv Character blog is @drakkaernvesperius.

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Cool Summer Night

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[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

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expectations asks 💋

feelings — have you ever been hurt because you’re too kind?

what i need — do you miss someone who’s done you wrong?

sleepover — have you ever fallen in love with someone who just wanted to be friends?

mercy/gatekeeper — do your feelings ever keep you up all night?

under the blue/take me in — have your dreams ever been broken?

curious — do you drink to help ease your pain?

xx — who’s the last person that screwed you over?

wanna be missed — does your lover miss you when you’re gone?

he’ll never love you — do you like to leave marks on your lover?

palm dreams — is there a place you go that always makes you feel better?

molecules — has someone ever broken your heart?

let it be — have you ever had it all and lost it?

[drakkaernvesperius]

The Ties That Bind

Featuring: Drakkaern Vesperius Mentions: @sorceress-sparrowsun, @sasha-rochester (Caroline belongs to her) Warning: NSFW (General Violence, Torture, Puke, Blood, Mention of Groping)

A drenching splash of cold water jolted Roderick to wakefulness, his good eye flicking around the darkened chamber in search of answers – the left swollen to near uselessness from the beating he took before being taken down. Shockingly, the room seemed almost designed to invoke that most insidious emotion – fear.

What little illumination he could gather came from wilting candles, and a blurry glow at the far edge of his vision. Silence yawned around him like a poised beast, ready to tear the throat that so proudly broadcast his position with each hammering beat of his heart.

“You must be wondering why you are here,” called a voice from the edge of his field of vision.

Instantly, Roderick prefered his imagined beast to the all too real one that lurked between the syllables of that cool, measured tone.

His heart skipped twice each time the ‘click’ of boot and stone reached his ear, the grim reality of his situation carved into understanding as he became aware of the tight bonds holding his limbs flush with the chair.

The pale Elezen that emerged from the darkness smiled at him, a too-wide grin that smugly portrayed a set of gleaming, flawless teeth. His mind raced to the dawning realization at the horizon of memory, a coiled revelation that sunk his spirits as it plunged into the pit of his being.

He knew now who he was dealing with.

Drakkaern Vesperius.

A strangled, wordless sound spilled from his dry throat as he attempted to reason with the man. He needn't have bothered. Drakkaern snapped his hand outward and engulfed his jaw with a deathly grip, forcing the Hyur to tilt his head back until his neck protested on the cusp of breaking. Only thus could his eyes be level with his captor.

“Do you have even an inkling of how much of my time you have wasted already?” Drakkaern demanded with a sibilant tone, his silvery gaze cutting to the soul with a chill more fearsome than any desert night.

“My secretary, twelve bless the timid girl for her courage, came to me in tears about how you accosted her while waiting for an audience with me.”

Roderick answered the accusation with a series of frantic, fruitless mumbles as he attempted again to force words from a throat too parched to sing.

“I know what you must be thinking, shouting. ‘I am a Made Man of the Syndicate!’ ‘You can’t do this to me!’ ‘There will be consequences!’,” Drakkaern mocked him with a dry tone, but it was the man’s laughter that culled the hope from his eyes – a cruel, mirthless sound rife with self-assured superiority.

He received a reprieve if naught but briefly when Drakkaern released his frightful grip, watching fearfully as his captor stepped over to a nearby table and began tapping his fingertips over an assortment of tools utterly unfamiliar to the low-born Hyur.

“The truth is, I have already spoken to your ‘Head of House’,”  Drakkaern mused aloud as he searched for the right instrument. “Their only request when they sanctioned this little meeting, was that I did not end your miserable life.”

“P-please,”

Drakkaern perked his ear at the proper word his prisoner managed, casting him a sly glance from across his shoulder. “Oh, it is much too late for that now. Did you think she wouldn’t tell me? Or perhaps you thought that because I am foreign, I fear you ‘Made Men’ and the protections you are afforded?”

“N-no,” pleaded Roderick, his courage swallowed whole by the knotted serpent that churned fitfully in his core.

“I suppose that it doesn’t matter in the end, really,” Drakkaern shifted from the table toward that distant glow that first caught Roderick’s attention at the onset of this nightmare. “I only hope that your Head of House lets you live, so that you can be an example to others. I doubt he will though, since you won’t be much use to him once I am through with your wandering hands.”

Roderick counted the clicks that marked Drakkaern’s return approach, squinting as he struggled to make out the glowing ember that hovered a scant few inches above his black-gloved hand.

What little color remained in his swarthy complexion drained away utterly when he finally realized what was in store for him.

A threaded ring formed from entwined coils of white-hot iron.

“You think you understand,” remarked Drakkaern as he forced Roderick’s hand flat against the arm of the chair. “You don’t, not truely.”

Roderick’s only reply was a scream as Drakkaern slid the ring down his middle finger until it was flush with the knuckle. This, he thought, was the worst that Drakkaern could do – the excruciation of feeling the unquenched steel melt his flesh away layer by layer.

How dreadfully wrong he was, for his true torture began when Drakkaern lifted his hand above the band and began to channel his tempestuous aether. To Roderick’s horror, the threads that formed the ring began to writhe and extend – burrowing into his knuckle and stitching through the bones as they wormed their way through his flesh.

Reeling from the pain, Roderick instantly regretted the exquisite breakfast he ate that morning as the half-digested remnants purged themself from his mouth in a disgusting froth that ruined his expensively tailored attire.

His mind struggled to retreat into the abyss of unconsciousness, but no matter the effort it mustered he was not afforded a reprieve from the torture. Drakkaern saw to that himself – paying a pretty penny to a questionable alchemist for a drug that had the specifications he required.

All things considered, Roderick’s futile screams were worth every penny as the minutes bled into hours. By the end of the ordeal, his hands were ruined, mangled things – held together only by the grace of the metal threads that wrought Drakkaern’s terrible retribution.

Drakkaern left Roderick in the darkness when finished his grim work, snuffing candle and coal before abandoning him to stew in his own fluids while he waited to be collected by his Syndicate comrades.

He nearly bowled over his butler, Alfric, as he emerged from the hidden cellar and replaced the glamour concealing the door. Looking over the beefy Hyur, it never ceased to amuse him how out-of-place the man looked in a suit. Grizzled and scarred, he seemed ever ready to burst from the veneer of civility that clung to him so tenuously.

But he was both useful and loyal when Drakkaern was naught but a pauper, and so now he shared in the fruit borne by their years of toil.

“Pardon my clumsiness, Sir, but I was just on my way to deliver this letter to you – courier said he was paid a fancy sum to get it here as fast as his legs could carry him. Damn near passed out on the porch.” He patted down his suit with a meaty hand while he spoke, eventually procuring the letter and presenting it with a smile.

“The name it is addressed to ain’t yours, so I told the kid he had the wrong address. He seemed deathly sure it was, though. Return address says it’s from some dame named Caroline Chamberlain?”

Drakkaern’s dry, annoyed expression warped nigh instantly into one of intrigue, confusion, and delight when Alfric finally told him who sent the mysterious letter. He snatched it hastily from the butler, pausing only long enough to deliver instructions before he stormed to his study to read it.

“You should have said so sooner! Tip the boy and get him some water, make sure to tip him extra for discretion. Then contact Nanaea and tell her to clear my schedule for the rest of the day. After our garbage is collected, see to it that the room is cleaned thoroughly – I don’t want any trace of that refuse to linger.”

Once alone in his study, Drakkaern sank into the plush chair behind his desk and stared at the letter for several long minutes. After all of this intervening time... He never expected to hear from his old mentor again. Not since Sharlayan discarded him and the other Eorzeans with the abandonment of the colony.

The letter existed as a living link to the past he abandoned at the Highbridge. Left unchecked, it could unravel everything he spent these last nine years building. Yet he had to know what Caroline wanted after all this time. Had to know why she never returned for him, Forum be damned. She was, after all, the closest thing he had to family – the only person who saw more in him that the shame of his bastard birth.

With trembling hands, he tore open the seal and began to read the letter at a feverish pace.