[halcyonias]

#𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀,   from   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐱  /  𝐱-𝟐.

this blog is independent,   highly selective,   mutuals only   ,   multiverse   and   +21 only.   i have been writing as yuna for a very long time and she has thus developed throughout the plots and threads that i had the pleasure to write with my fellow partners:   this means that this blog is 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅:     faith and loyalty,   𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞,   the strength of love in its purest forms,   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,   becoming a beacon of hope in a hopeless world. 

gently loved by   𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄   ,  she/her ,  +21 ,  re-established january 2021. 𝐝𝐨𝐜   ,   𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥   ,   𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥   ,   𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨  .

[halcyonias]

listen I ALMOST CRIED WRITING THAT REPLY

AND I CRIED READING IT OMGGGGG it was so beautiful so full of feelings and sadness and

MY HEART

MY YUNA'S HEART ACHES TOO

[spiralcut-deactivated20240129]

halcyonias asked:  ‘I want to help to leave this world better than I found it.’  bo  burnham  starters.  /  accepting.

      SHE  IS  FAR  MORE  BETTER  THAN  YOU.  FAR  NOBLER.

      What  are  you  in  comparison,  Tidus?  Cowardly,  timid.  Afraid  of  the  world  in  front  of  you.  You  want  to  help  her  but  how  can  you?  Instinctive,  a  hand  reaches  to  take  hers  to  try  and  find  some  comfort.  But  what  comfort  can  be  given  when  someone  is  so  readily  prepared  to  martyr  themselves  so  others  may  live  —  burning  under  the  weight  of  the  fanatical  Yevon  beliefs,  succumbing  to  the  finale  for  a  few  years  of  quiet.

How  is  that  leaving  the  world  than  it  was  found?  Why  give  them  hope  for  a  few  seconds  just  to  watch  it  wash  away?  Would  they  remember  her  the  way  you  do?  Would  she  be  loved,  praised  and  revered  for  the  spiritual  strength  she  held  —  or  mourned  as  someone  who  wasn’t  strong  enough  to  make  the  silence  last  forever?

He’s  been  silent  for  too  long  after  she  speaks  and  she  knows  that.  He  knows  that  she  knows  because  she  gives  him  that  look.  The  one  with  two-toned  eyes  that  says  it’s  okay  &  that  his  heart  should  not  ache  for  her.  That  his grief  is  unfounded  and  unnecessary.  She  is  okay  with  her  loss  and  so  should  he.

❝   Yuna…   ❞

He  mumbles  her  name  and  she  answers  with  a  hum.  Acknowledging  his  sorrowful  murmur  the  best  way  she  can.  Silent  prompt,  she  doesn’t  rush  him  and  it  feels  nice  to  not  have  to  stumble  on  his  words  immediately,  to  not  have  to  pretend  he  was  always  full  of  light  and vibrancy.  ❝   You’ve  already  made  it  better  by  living  in  it.  That  shouldn’t  be  your  only  goal  —  why  not  live  in  the  moment?  Experience  every  day.   ❞

He’s  asking  too  much,  he  knows.  But  he  cannot  bear  to  see  her  burdened  with  such  grandiose  responsibility  every  civilian  subconsciously  places  upon  her,  the  heavy  requests  delivered  with  every  prayer  by  Yevonite  priests.

When  she  nods  in  agreement,  even  if  its  just  to  satiate  his  angst  it  makes  his  heart  relax.  No  longer  tensed  and  ready  to  explode  in  his  fragile  chest.

❝   I  just  want  you  to  be  happy  on  our  journey,  its  okay  to  be  sad…  We’re  all  allowed  that.  But  I  just  want  to  remember  your  smile.  ❞  

(  I  knew  then  that  I  was  being  selfish,  but  I  didn’t  want  to  admit  to  it.  I  didn’t  want  to  admit  that  the  only  reason  I  stayed  on  your  pilgrimage  was  for  you…  Because  I  wanted  to  be  a  hero  and  save  you.  That  I  cared  for  you  more  than  I  had  for  anyone  else  in  my  life.  )

[halcyonias]

i swear that replies will come soon   !!   i’ve just been super busy with my thesis so my brain is everywhere and djwpodjwpdjwop   😭😭😭

[lunariet-arc]

⸻     𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄,   𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒   !

a blog for    #𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐀,   the   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐎   from the japanese myth,   with heavy influences from the studio ghibli movie   “the tale of princess kaguya”   and the onmyoji lore.        gently loved by   𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒏 ♡

[halcyonias]

GIB ME   (   AU   )   GUARDIANS FOR YUNIE   !!

[halcyonias]

I DID IT   !!!!!!!!   my babie is finally home   !!!!!!!

[thechocobros]

TIDUS AND YUNA IN FINAL FANTASY BRAVE EXVIUS

[halcyonias]

there’s a ff x event on brave exvius so watch me spend the next few days grinding as much as i can while i desperately try to get yunie  😭😭  

[faremises]

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

It’s like you have to be strong for everyone else, but you keep forgetting about yourself.

Hedonist Poet

[halcyonias]

wolvensden·:

into   the   day   spun   of   might,   ridden   alive   by   helpless   covetousness   and   unattainable   dreams,   he   came   to   the   battle   lands   bared   of   any   fear   and   to   the   very   frontier   of   hope   against   that   which   would   destroy   life   itself   ㅡ   there   were   elements   of   reality   that   were   beyond   his   half-breed   abilities,   puddles   of   energy   that   sought   to   expand   its   borders   and   thus,   causing   destruction   whenever   their   limbs   reached   what   was,   ultimately,   holy.   though   the   ground   glistened   as   if   rain   itself   had   fallen,   the   liquid   that   shone   wasn’t   as   translucent:   pawns   in   a   game   of   warlords   and   vainglorious   saviours   were   brought   to   their   demise   and   those   who   still   grasped   the   reins   of   life,   would   soon   join   the   mantle   of   the   dead.   it   mattered   not   how   the   grounds   were   putrid   with   the   scent   of   an   imminent   loss,   however,   for   the   beasts   took   stock   of   the   outcome,   considering   their   victories   in   numbers   only.  

he   thought   pragmatically,   focused   on   the   reduction   of   suffering   whilst   trying   to   attack   the   fragile   spots,   but   dared   not   to   minimize   the   beast   before   him:   he   knew   that   one   step   given   wrong   would   renovate   more   chaos   instead   of   a   peaceful   retreat.   the   battle   was   not   over,   the   frustration   seared   upon   damaged   complexion.   how   many   had   fallen   before?   how   many   remained   strong   and   able   to   be   sent   to   the   next   fight?   was   he   all   alone   on   this   one?   he   rounded   up   the   area   for   one   last   moment,   mind   already   lost   in   devastation   ㅡ   upon   the   expanse   of   his   board   chest   were   endless   medals   won   by   successful   hunts,   but   this   one   would   have   to   wait   with   grim   disapproval.

saccharine   vocals   managed   to   usher   a   light   to   his   golden   spheres   [   a   celestial   presence,   a   divinity   sent   by   unthinkable   magic   ]   whilst   the   bars   of   his   ribcage   harboured   the   fury   conceived   by   an   unwanted   loss   and   a   sound   was   thus   produced   from   the   coffin   of   his   throat   upon   trying   to   mark   his   presence.   ❝   yes…   ❞   finding   no   better   position   to   tolerate   the   pain,   he   was   sprawled   on   the   floor   upon   her   arrival   but   managed   to   adopt   a   sitting   position;   not   without   a   growl   pushing   past   his   scarred   tiers.   ❝   if   y’   looking   for   survivors   let   me   sadly   announce   to   you   that   i’m   the   only   one.   ❞   a   barely-there,   but   heavily   bitter   simper   set   upon   hardened   lineaments.   ❝   y’   can   always   give   it   a   go,   just   to   be   certain?   though   i   don’t   recommend   it…   that   thing   is   still   lurking.   ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄, · 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒       ⸻       𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,   𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧,   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫.       There is grievous silence ‘pon her tongue now,   an unconscious and mayhap unfair reaction to a loss of precious lives that wasn’t entirely expected:   until the very last moment,   she had intimately prayed to the grace of Yevon to be welcomed by cheerful and victorious news,   by fatigued simpers and bittersweet gestures of jests...   Until the very last moment,   SHE HAD HOPED.

It is with mastered elegance that she crouches downwards,   positioning herself to the side of the mysterious scarred warrior   ;   her gaze is still low,   anchored to a soil no longer flourishing or fertile,   as if hypnotized by the splotches of dried ichor scattered all across it.       There is a   TING OF GUILT,   a cold reminder of how useful her powers would have been in battle if only she had been baptized as a full fledged summoner already,   a deep sense of regret that turns acrid and wholly poisonous and that almost manages to steal the precious oxygen from her now shrunken lungs.       Dainty hands are folded one above the other ‘pon her lap,   a futile attempt at ceasing their quivering motions,   and finally the young woman turns towards him   ;   smile is dulcet,   albeit drenched in haunting melancholy.       ❝   It pains me to know this...   I am sorry for your loss.   ❞

It matters not whether these   FALLEN SOLDIERS   were his close friends or simply fleeting acquaintances that he had accidentally encountered down this arduous path of war,   the worth of a life cannot be measured solely by the time spent together       ⸻       After all,   isn’t it customary for people to claim that the strongest bonds are indeed forged ‘pon the fury of the battlefield   ?   Gentle gaze travels,   trails timid paths across his resting silhouette to scan open wounds and bleeding bruises,   lingers ‘pon those patches of either skin or fabric tainted by a deeper hue of red and only once she is done,   does she languidly reach out to him with an open hand,   urging him to take it.       ❝   Thankfully,   it seems that none of your injuries is life threatening...   Yevon must have wanted to bestow his protection upon you.       Will you allow me to help you   ?   I can tend to your worst wounds with my white magic now and then we can return to the village,   where the healers will take good care of you.   ❞

[halcyonias]

GIB ME   (   AU   )   GUARDIANS FOR YUNIE   !!

[robvalentines]

Yuna + Final Fantasy appearances ;

[halcyonias]

azureyed·:

                                       〞you reek of impudence.  〞

HARSH ARE THE WORDS THAT SLIP LIKE venom through loose cracks ‘gainst own flesh. he glares, the look in his eyes gone dark like the cave that they wander. he grips his lance with metal armor lest some beast come flying at them from above. & right as he does, so does a swarm of cave bats come tumbling at them, wings flapping in every direction as they soar atop their faces. he knows of which he was speaking, but thinks little of it now. still, he thinks not highly of the partner at his side. he flails slightly, trying to brush them from his sight.

                            〞gah !     –  damn creatures. let your place be known.  〞

he’s talking to the cave bats.

𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐄        ⸻        𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥,   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬,   𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰,   𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬.        His harsh words do not bruise the armor of porcelain flesh that she proudly dons,   nor does he manage to elicit something stronger or angrier than the simple ghost of an exasperated titter from the depth of her throat   ;   he might not be the most amiable of allies,   this is something that she has to lamentably admit to herself,   but she has put her trust in the lance that he tightly holds and she is not one to turn her back on someone simply because they smell not of springtime flowers and warm sunshine.

The sudden swarm of bats forces her to raise her hands,   protectively shielding her grimacing visage behind the silk of her abundant sleeves whilst the little beasts flap and angrily screech,   obviously unhappy about the presence of two intruders in their not so lovely home.        The assault ends soon enough and Yuna,   momentarily uncaring and inattentive of his personal space,   unconsciously brings herself closer,   examining his state with curious,  doe eyes.        ❝   Are you hurt   ?   ❞

[halcyonias]

✉     ⸺    ​​ @ivaios​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐄 !   ┆   accepting.

how has yuna come to view religion because of what happened with yevon?

To say that what has happened with Yevon was a HUGE BLOW to her is totally not enough to describe how she has felt right after the discovery and how she has continued to feel even in the following years.        

Yuna grew up in a tremendously religious environment,   first in the holy city of Bevelle where you could literally breathe the sanctity of the summoners’   (   meaningless   )   sacrifices and the   (   false   )   wisdom of the maesters and then in Besaid where religion had grown not only very deep roots into the lives of its followers,   but had also become petrified and unchanging and the very basis for one’s perception of the world,   an inherent part of the humble existence of the island’s citizens.        With this in mind,   she grew up believing that everything that Yevon preached was the untainted and unquestionable truth,   because why wouldn’t she and all the others believe so   ?   Sin was a punishment for crimes committed in the past and now Yevon solely strived to fix what was wrong,   aiding those in need and protecting those who could not fight for themselves...   It is this,   alongside the sacrifice of her own father,   that convinced her to pursue this path.

It is also important to remember that the history written by Yevon in its sacred texts is   VERY DIFFERENT   from the history of Spira,   as it was twisted and molded to fit the narrative of the temples and of its maesters   [   here you can find a summary of the real history of Spira and here you can find a summary of the history written by Yevon   ]   .        

Yuna grew up seeing the world   THROUGH THE MUDDY AND CORRUPTED PRISM   of Yevon.        So,   once this illusion was broken and the truth came to the surface,   she felt not only betrayed and used by those she trusted,   but mostly   LOST.        Everything that she had done until that point,   everything that she had believed in,   everything that she had clung to and everything that she had found reassurance in,   suddenly meant nothing at all.        Even if we don’t see much of it in the game,   she felt like her own life as a summoner was a life,   no longer something worth of respect and adoration,   but the paper crown for a worthless pawn who simply aided to feed this never-ending cycle of death. 

A PART OF HER DIED AFTER THIS DISCOVERY,   the part of her that had found meaning and comfort in faith,   in the impalpable embrace of someone overseeing the world and helping you in your most arduous and desperate times.        After that moment,   Yuna almost completely ceased to believe in the religious beliefs preached by others,   as it can also be seen by her rather hesitant   (   at times even antagonistic   )   demeanor towards Baralai and his desire to rebuild the temples,   basing Yevon not on lies and deceit,   but on the truth.        I think that this is the one ache that she has yet to learn how to properly deal with:   during her life she has suffered a lot but she has always managed to find the light in the dark and thus leisurely move on,   bandage all the bleeding wounds and thus help them heal but when it comes to her broken faith,   to her distrust towards religion,   she feels stuck.        A part of her blames Yevon and its lies for the death of her mother as Sin was fueled by this false belief,   a huge part of her blames Yevon for the unneeded sacrifice of her father,   an even bigger part of her blames Yevon for the suffering of all those that she has encountered   (   even Seymour would have had a better life if this religion had not ruined and corrupted his existence   )   ...   So how can she heal a wound that is even bigger than her   ?

The only hope for Yuna,   under this very specific point of view,   is literally Baralai and his work as the Praetor of New Yevon.        I believe that if he really succeeded in entirely rebuilding this religion,   cleaning it from all lies and deceits and corruptions and false narratives,   then maybe she could start   BELIEVING   again. 

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