SERENITY.

SCATTER LIKE DIAMONDS IN THE DUST.

[glacialkissed]

 STARTER CALL! Managed to finish up some school things, so please give this a like so I can get some interactions going on Gentiana again. If you’re a multimuse, please specify which muse you would like this for.

[lockescoles]

Final Fantasy Characters + Tropes (12/?)

↳ Gentiana

[glacialkissed]

You would think after the massive controversial proposal to ban porn, tumblr would do something about their pornbots. I’ve just been followed by a ton of them...

[mistress-light]

Ifrit betrayed the rest of the Astrals and started the Starscourge, a plague that turns life forms into daemons and gradually eats away daylight from the world. The Astrals devised a plan to purge it, and according to legend, Bahamut chose two mortals who became the first Lucian king and the first Oracle. The Oracle can commune with the Astrals and Bahamut is said to have granted her his trident. The Oracle has the power to heal people of the Starscourge and hold it at bay long enough for Bahamut’s long-term plan: the True King. The Lucian king was given the Ring of Lucii, which would absorb the soul and power of each Lucian king that dies, accumulating power with each king’s death until the final king would be powerful enough to completely purge the Starscourge.

[glacialkissed]

 STARTER CALL! Managed to finish up some school things, so please give this a like so I can get some interactions going on Gentiana again. If you’re a multimuse, please specify which muse you would like this for.

[divinitysuggestion]

Death is imminent, but it is not the answer.

[glacialkissed]

I haven’t poofed! I got some great news - I made honor roll! I’ve been invited to join other students on honor roll to organize events for our school. So, I’ve just been a little busy but extremely happy. I’ll be around during the weekend, so, don’t fret Gentiana is still going strong I’ll be updating her verses there as well since I’m still thinking about her as a Crownsguard.

[glacialkissed]

veiliisms‌:

“yeah, an’ maybe i’ll find a million bucks under this rock. bad luck and i are pretty on and off, it’s a pretty toxic relationship, really. hardly give and take.”

 ‘ Hopelessness is the worse to fall in love with, misfortune can be changed. Do not give up hope, I know that it is easy to say but you must find the strength. Don’t be so glum, if you need help I shall offer it ‘

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[sarahisntgold]

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[glacialkissed]

sarahisntgold‌:

The forest that once was green

Was coloured black by those killing machines.

[ahdynn-deactivated20200215]

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Nonverbal Starters 

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

Despair tastes of ash, rot and decay. A vileness almost acidic which seeped deep within his teeth and even so he could taste it in his mouth. And so it burned and turned his insides against him and the pain completely twisted him into a rawness that he disgusted. Or so that’s the way that it seemed to be for Ardyn. He hated and he loathed it so much more than anything else. The ever looming and lingering sadness that he could feel. And it was within all of those times in that moment he felt a part of himself shatter and die again, just as he began to think it no longer possible. Nothing but a fallen savior, a dying and fading star and broken messiah. Would there never be a soul to ever mourn, or to ever truly beckon to his side? He felt so pathetic! And for that instant of a time he mourned the strength that once aided him to push through so that he could continue to welcome on his hate. But hate was a crutch that helped him to triumph where others suffered. It was usually what kept him from feeling his undesirable misery that he eventually would feel. As much as he breathed he had felt this deadness inside of him suffocate him. The more he began at attempting to ignore chaos woven deep inside of him, even to breathe made him bleed from his emotions. His emotions reminded him that sorrow was still the successor of his immortality. He was paralyzed from his grief and choked him. He choked under his own poisons. Though what else would’ve carried him through?The world beneath him felt hallow and empty provided the soullessness reminding him of how heavy his pain made him. Time heals all wounds? No, not for him. For him, time was yet another constant and ageless reminder that he failed. But not before the same was done for him first. He was blotted out for doing the good that he once believed that was right. All those right things ended up setting him ablaze–and so even now, Ardyn was still that same fire that he was then. And he burned, continued to burn and he’s still burning, he had the scars to prove it. Closer he’s moved and that he’s come to exacting his revenge, the further from graceland would be, the further he fell further and farthest away that he’s come to no longer being able to hear the rhythms, hymns and songs of the angels anymore. Deafen to it all by his wickedness. Sometimes he’s gladly allowed himself to become drunken by the darkness he’d given himself to. Other times, it proves be yet another endless abyss and void that induced and made the stings of his brokenheartedness all the more unbearable.In the end his ugliness was all that he had and it as the one thing that persisted him and pushed him closer to the end. It was something else that he needed. It was then by being, or feeling the closest to death had he always been so able to glamorize it because the only thing that brought him peace, or comfort. But still, it would never be the exact gift he wanted. The same in which he always desired. At least then would he able to kill the pain, his weakness and his losses, and the memories along with them would all die. He’s breaking. He’s breaking again, and there was nothing that he could do. It was an itch, a burn and bleeding he felt ripping within him. Ardyn never wanted to be here. He never wanted to let himself feel so low, empty and exhausted. Tormented. But yet, still he was paralyzed by his fears and his emotional afflictions that continued to bleed him dry. Sometimes the audio of memory of the past was so loud, and so scary because he had difficulty of differentiating the reality from the facts, it was total a distortion underneath his collapsing ruin. It swept down over him and then he didn’t know how to defeat it, it was always bigger than him. He didn’t understand that why even now there were still new fragments that he found that continued to hurt him even deeper than the first and last cut. As he forced himself away on those dangerous memories, Ardyn attempted to trudge through. Somewhere between his movement and pain comfort was offered to him. Almost like an unruly child, he pushed and he pushed away– but that was because he couldn’t stand his rawness of his tragedy and pain. Some part of him wanted to be alone with his grief because he was at a constant battle between wishing numbness and believing he deserved it. His hand taken back, the accursed paused and he seemed almost, if not all shocked that the glacian seemed to visibly mourn for him. For a moment, he almost let himself believe her. And that same moment, he remembered he was crying. But they weren’t normal tears. They were black as they fell. All underneath that, he couldn’t move and nor could he summon the strength to continue rejecting her.

[veiliisms]

*AFTON & GENTIANA. / @glacialkissed (sc.) -

“i don’t mean to bring you pain.

but i will. just why, i can’t explain.”

[glacialkissed]

‘ Then how do you know? Do not aim to the future so valiantly, perhaps in the end - all will be well ‘

[glacialkissed]

  While it’s rare for me to use a FC, I really feel that Tao Okamoto fits Gentiana quite a bit. 

[xshayarsha]

Samson and Delilah, 1887 (detail) José Echenagusía.

[snarkbomb]

[glacialkissed]

Sorry I’ve been busy! I caught a bit of a cold too so getting over that. I’ll be working on Gentiana’s Crownsguard AU and answering things mostly tomorrow since I’m still a little spent from today. Till then, I’ll be lurking, so I’ll be answering IMs. Come talk if you wish to plot or form something with Gentiana!

[ragewrites]

in your veins, i am immortal; birdsong, birdfeather, a whole night sky stretched from your wrist to your shoulder.

  morning meditas : smokebreak 0404   november 05th, 2017  / /  lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)