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We lie best when we lie to ourselves.
Stephen King
Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.
Sharon Olds
Sorry for the absence, life has been so crazy with the company moving, among other things. I’ll be around soon, thanks for your patience!
Sorry for the absence, life has been so crazy with the company moving, among other things. I’ll be around soon, thanks for your patience!
╳ FLAWS.
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power - hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive
♔ STRENGTHS.
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny
🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.
art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leatherworking | martial arts | meditation | origami | fencing | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | minor potion tricks & trinkets
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* MUSE SURVEY: BATTLE EDITION
repost, do not reblog! bold what consistently applies. italicize situational, not always. both, a priority while fighting
DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …
fight honourably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first / provoke easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.
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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
APHRODITE. laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.
ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides [ to children ]. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. dishevelled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.
DEMETER. soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted-up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.
HERA. RESTING BITCH FACE. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.
HERMES. devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON. storm with skin. colourful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.
HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.
ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. an aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.
@ HADES EX why
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LIGHTNING FARRON.
S.C. - @ehnmi
❝ Chin up. ❞ Her command falls tersely on feline ears, her stern gaze locked on top of snow-white crown. But their adversary standing before them would grant them no respite, already beginning to charge up for its next attack. Fingers deftly curled on the hilt of her gunblade, Lighting holds herself back from forcing the other to stand. So she’ll have to bark at him urgently.
❝ It’s not over, so on your feet. ❞
RIVAL TO HELLISH embers, lord of crags, and of the Whorl. You’ve bested Primals, O Warrior. Victory — it’s something synonymous with the title. The ‘ Warrior of Light ’, man of undying flesh, bearing the power of heavens and gods — or so the tales told. It’s a half truth, overstated. Or perhaps he is too humble, unfamiliar with the curbed potential he harnesses so nonchalant ; he doesn’t blame common man for their infatuation with the idea of salvation, nor with all the boons to come with it. While his arrival was ordained, he is still of mortal flesh, follies, and imperfection. Blows still stung, wounds still needed their time to mend. The feats he’d been known for and accomplished, they were not without great hardship.
Now was no different.
He’d returned to his full height in time, retrieving the broadsword that managed to slip from his grasp prior, and prepared himself. ❛ It’d be . . . a bit anticlimactic to keel over and die so early. Wouldn’t want to disappoint. ❜ Sarcasm — coating words, voice laden with discomfort futilely veiled. Fingers line his ribs, kneading the leather. A bruise, he can tell, it’s tender to the touch. Soon Matteo’s attention shifts to their opponent: a Behemoth, enormous, intimidating. A true king of beasts. And it would offer them no mercy, its intentions clear, malicious.
❛ I doubt we can flank it, so we’ll have to aim for the joints. It’s got the advantage of size here. One wrong step and we’re done for. ❜
NIMUE AKAGANE.
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her entrance is noted by the sound of tiny feet against the floor. she toddles her way into his office, dragging a bag of coloring supplies behind her. it was that time of day, where she’d done all she could do without being at his side - napping, playing, eating - and while that was only a few hours of her day, she couldn’t go that long without attention. specifically, his. in a way, this was his message to alert him he’d been in there too long. so, she approaches his side, pout forming on her lips, and her arms go up. ❛ big.. big brother? can I color with you? I promise i’ll be good! gooder than I was yesterday! ❜
TAP TAP TAP — the whine of a quill beneath pressure, yielding to the bend of fingers to its spine. More time is spent fiddling with the pen, an act of reflection as the Eorzean map beneath his touch rests with ink strewn about its face. A substrate once bright, artfully golden, now presents itself with features bleak and faded. Stygian lineation, rings paired with handwritten conjecture, targets, names. Crosses, connections, pools of ink born of the actions of a hand too burdened. It’s his patience which empowers him, a quality lacking in much of the population these days. Deferred gratification, perhaps. A target too comfortable in the silence was the easiest to subdue, it’d been proven time and time again. It’s what gave him that distinction from others of his ilk, it’s what hones that reputation.
And yet, that very vision is tucked away and silent, a reality unseen by his charge. She is young, clueless, protected by the innocuous ignorance only a child may bring. How paradoxical for a hunter to be the guardian of fragility, it’s something he reminds himself of daily. Others see him as a threat, of devilish white and black and blood. Eyes and blade piercing, voice like venom. Others see him as a saviour, brotherly scrupulous in his care. Nimue is of the latter, uninformed of his day-to-day, purposely so. And as she predictably visits his office, he’d replaced the map with scholarly distractions — tomes, miscellaneous notes, and other material. The small girl is gathered in his hold, brought up to his level to offer her better access to the tabletop.
❛ Have at ‘er — ❜ A hand slides beneath her bangs, pulling them back through an upward sweep, ❛ — How’s your head, Nim ? ❜
I mean, sometimes remembering can really destroy you.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz
( OUT. — )
Matteo’s dossier is done and good to go! Honestly you really just need to read the summary to get a good enough grasp and write with me. But down the line, if you’d like to get an in-depth understanding of him as a whole then the whole thing is there for you!
I’ll be working on the verses page next, his Warrior of Light verse specifically, because there are a few deviations from FFXIV canon that I’d like to outline. ( He’s hardly so willing to be dragged around as a mule, for example. ) A handful of his attitudes are drawn from the Dark Knight quest line.
NIMUE AKAGANE.
❛ she’s a great kid. ❜ he was right, she was not his responsibility. however, he paid that no mind. the first mention of her being struck with an unknown illness startled him. if it were something simple, he wouldn’t have been consulted. the fact that it was so important that it was his brain they needed to pick at, he wanted to take no chances. and if what he was saying was true, he hoped his presence brought her some comfort while she waited for Matteo to return ❛ there was no need for Anjou or Yeran to waste time and come to the Steppe. For Nimue, I didn’t mind running to the markets and finding out what I could. I’ve only known her for a little bit of time, but it’s not hard to see why you all love her so much. ❜ he liked that, being important. he thinks back to when he arrived, to Nimue’s weak, but excited ‘ Kazu! ’ it was heartbreaking to hear her voice so broken, and yet she still managed to have that regular light to her voice. it was like she really hadn’t registered how sick she truly was.
❛ Anjou has, I just really never realized it until now. I’d want nothing more than to be that for Nimue. it was strange at first to wrap my head around her memory loss, but after getting to know her I really just want to answer any questions she has. ❜ it was true, Kazutame has gifted her items from the Steppe, and books. he picked up on her love for reading, after all. ❛ whenever she has questions or whatever, i’ll always be ready to answer them. my linkpearl doesn’t work in the mines, but otherwise.. i’m always available. ❜ and that was to put it lightly.
❛ anyway her room’s all good to go. I changed the scent, mother said it helps with pain. I don’t really know if it’s going to work, but she seems to like the smells. they probably remind her of home. I’ll leave to let her get some more rest. ❜ he watches Matteo place her back into her room with a concerned gaze, hoping that now that he was here, she’d wake up perfectly fine.
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hours had gone by, soon she’d slept the rest of the day prior. the last thing she remembered was falling asleep against Matteo. this was often, though. most nights she’d stay up late anticipating his return, only to fall asleep minutes after his arrival. she’d wake up in her bedroom, eagerly searching for him in the morning. however, she knew that only a day ago she was hardly able to get up on her own. she’d been bedridden for days. today felt different, though. she felt normal. so slowly, she attempts to pick herself up.
it was so freeing to stand. in truth, she was not sure if she was dreaming or not. ( something a simple pinch would solve. ) she smiles, eager to walk herself out of her room, which truthfully, after a few days of being stuck in it felt more like a small prison. it felt as if she were walking on air, while she felt better she could tell something was really off. maybe it was just that she’d been a rock for a week straight.
upon reaching Matteo’s office, her smile grows greater seeing him in there. ❛ big brother! ❜ even her voice sounded normal. ❛ look big brother! I’m better now! ❜
she was right. he always made everything better.
PAPERWORK, BOOKKEEPING, other tedious administration — he occupies himself with the most menial of tasks, knowing his presence would grant the girl comfort whilst she recuperated. It’s but a small sacrifice ; he’d willingly bear hours of repetition, white noise did little to make this mock penance more palpable. Call it a familial obligation, akin to a motherly hen — he merely dons the guise. It’s the gentle patter of feet which comes first, which he is quick to recognize — Nimue. He’d offer a double take once his charge had arrived. She’d been the last person he’d expect to wander, let alone be on her feet. He’s hesitant, reserved in his need to celebrate. She’s all cheers ; free of duress, cheeks alight, soft rose teeming. It’s the warmth of life, counteracting waxen pallor and its drear, soothing her crippling malaise. Cast out is the touch of death and all its ghastly maquillage. She’d convalesced so brief. Odd. A hum rolls, never-ending. Matteo’s skepticism runs deep in its undeniable intensity.
❛ Hn . . . ❜
Had he not known better, he may have considered it a bout of delirium. The culmination of a dozen sleepless nights finally chose its dawn, dropping its might upon his head. He’d allowed a blink or two, deliberate and weighted to refresh his vision, and still she stands with vitality and blushing cheeks ( innocuous and bubbly as before ). Ghostly sheets sweeping ceramic floors, and foul demeanour, they were all so much easier to believe. He should be happy — that optimism is arresting, infectiously pure. Warranted. He knows better than to cling to something so fleeting. He knows better.
Stalling himself any longer would stifle the mood, sour her celebration. She felt better, her illness allowed her a taste of normalcy ( which he deems a farce. How cruel ; the virulent demons lie in wait ). He’d risen from his chair to approach, brought a hand up to dishevel her locks with fingers, allowing them to cascade in a flaxen mess. Somehow he feels guilt boring its pins, prodding and peppering his throat, futility swallowing the imaginary lump to quell its sting. He contributes to that false sense of hope, a half truth he’d permit himself to indulge — if anything it was for her sake. Hardened poker faces fared better elsewhere, not within these walls. Not within her presence.
❛ I’m glad to hear that, but I still want you to take it easy, alright? ❜ His voice had softened then, reattempting that question, hoping to gain some insight. ❛ I asked you before, about that man, where exactly did you meet him? What did he look like? I don’t expect you to remember everything, but even a vague description is enough. Something about this isn’t sitting properly with me. ❜
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