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{Welcome to herosluminis, a mutuals only, FFXIV multimuse, featuring ocs and canon muses alike. I am multi WoL friendly! penned by Terra and affiliated with: @aetheryic} Current status: semi-hiatus! Mutuals can IM for disc.ord
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lmao shit just keeps happening]
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
For Estimeric Week 2024 day 1: Healing I give you "things I thought about when I was recovering from surgery." Not pictured: Aymeric taking him on stumbly little walks in the hallway every few hours.
[made the mistake of picking up rogue and now Aria has a crush on Jacke]
[she will scream if anyone finds out about it
anyways come bully her about it]
[NOT JACKE HAVING BEING SOLD BY PIRATES AS A SLAVE IN COMMON WITH ARIA]
[made the mistake of picking up rogue and now Aria has a crush on Jacke]
[she will scream if anyone finds out about it
anyways come bully her about it]
[made the mistake of picking up rogue and now Aria has a crush on Jacke]
Of course it's Eulmore. Urianger does not often harbour anger towards other people-- actions can be viewed in light of wanting to survive, even cruelty often has a logical base to it that Urianger seeks to offer empathy for-- but the soldiers and the whims of their leaders manage to eke themselves an exception. As if he did not already begrudge them their treatment of the Minfilias, the girls that he caused to take this legacy, now they've done this to Thancred!
But Urianger does not have time overmuch for mentally spiting the Eulmoran soldiers. (All of Thancred's pain and ill fate turned upon them.) He's still talking at Thancred under his breath, the same nonsense repetition that he is to live and remain awake. Minnie is asking how she can help or something along those lines, but Urianger doesn't have the spare awareness to actually process her questions. She's capable of walking, Thancred is not, the triage here is obvious.
He cannot lose another of his friends. He cannot fail them another time. He cannot lose Thancred specifically. The journey back to the Shelves seems to take forever, even though it's quite speedy given the situation. Thancred is unloaded onto the first clear surface Getting him upstairs isn't going to happen, he fits mostly on the couch and there's still some ethers left on the table there that'll come in handy.
"Thou needst slightly more than a mere moment, Thancred." His voice is strained despite what vaguely might be construed as an attempt at lighthearted understatement. Minnie runs to get first aid supplies, cloth and water. "Thou art lucky Hydaelyn's blessings linger'eth upon thee and preventeth sin eaters from turning thy wounds." Eulmore would have sent sin eaters, and the cut that Urianger is peeling cloth away from has remains of bright-white magic lingering in it. At least Thancred does not have it take hold within him, just a searing localized curse than a systemic infection. "Stay awake. Close not thine eyes, Thancred. I am going... as best I can." His healing magic still falls from him, Urianger doing his utmost to knit back the major wound. He pulls Thancred's jacket back and shirt up to look at it, wincing at the dramatic swatch of red painted over him. Gods above, it's a wonder he could walk so far with this. "I will not let thee die." Said softly, but determined. "If I cause thee further pain, I apologize in advance."
It can hurt to rush a healing, it will likely hurt as he counteracts the light pooling in Thancred's cut. But he has to do something. He's gnawing on his lip when he's not speaking, stooped over Thancred and forcing magic into him.
He doesn't honestly understand what Urianger is apologizing for; he's barely registering the fact that he's in pain anymore, and he has his doubts that that he could make him feel anything at this point, considering how numb he is. Even when he coughs and blood comes up with it, he hardly feels the ache that normally comes with such an action when heavily injured.
It'd be easier to just close his eyes. Minnie's safe, and he knows that Urianger will keep her safe without a doubt-- probably safer than he's been able to.
She'd know he cares about her, at the very least-- be a better guardian for her.
He thinks he's numb to pain, that he's able to keep from giving any indication that he's hurting, but it suddenly feels like something very hot has been slammed into the gaping wound in his side, searing the skin and muscle, as the astrologian tries desperately to close the gaping wound and he cannot help the cry that he chokes out.
Thancred's eyes open for a moment, and he can make out Minnie looking frantic and hovering nearby, no doubt worried about the sound he'd just made.
'At least it wasn't a curse,' he thinks to himself, though the agonized sound he'd made probably was hardly better.
What's she still doing in here anyways?
He tries to speak, but at first all he can do is cough and groan; the burning has yet to stop, for which he wonders if Urianger is grateful. It's keeping him at least slightly conscious. He sucks in a breath, and through gritted teeth, wills himself to get some words out.
"Get... Get her--" Thal's giant Balls, that smarts. He manages to grip at one of Urianger's wrists; he isn't sure what he hopes to accomplish with the action-- get his attention? Get him to stop for one bleeding moment? Have something to ground himself with and hope having something physical to tether him will keep him from slipping away?
He tries to take a steady breath, or steadier than the small gasps for air he was just doing after his last attempt to speak, and tries again, hissing through clenched jaw,
"She doesn't-- doesn't need..."
'She doesn't need to watch me die,' he thinks, and hopes that somehow, maybe Urianger is able to understand him.
[OOC] - I know I've been MIA for a bit, but I'm in a bit of a pickle all of a sudden, and am in mid-panic mode. I woke up today to my bank account being -$70, and I need to fix that by tonight or else my bank is going to start slamming me with fees that I just can't catch up with. I just started a second job yesterday, and my first one is only two days a week and pays me *bi weekly*, so I wouldn't see anything from either job until at least the 15th, and I am panicking-- I'd be willing to do some quick emergency commissions for anything anyone can spare. My mom just gave me my early birthday gift (my birthday is saturday the 9th ;w;) of a new tablet because the drivers on mine were no longer supported last month, so I can finally art again! However I do need to leave in a few hours to return to my second job for training, but I should be able to work on more art tonight when I come home. If anyone is interested please feel free to DM me here on tumblr, or you can poke my Ko-fi here, or if Paypal is your thing my email is [email protected]. Any and all help is appreciated, thank you..
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Urianger crowds into Thancred's space, demanding and receiving his attention in monopoly. Hands cup his jaw. Urianger's rings are warmed from body heat, nothing on him is cold when it comes to Thancred. Thancred has to look at him, Urianger catching his gaze with a fond smile before leaning to gently kiss him. As demanding of attention as he might be, he's slow to take what he wants out of it, settling eventually for leaning his forehead against Thancred's and holding the other in place. "I missed thee. Didst thy venture guide thee back to me with souvenirs, at least? --Nay, I jest."
He was wondering how long till Urianger came to him, a smile unable to keep itself from his lips as the familiar hands cup his face. Everything melts away at the tender smile (the kiss is simply a bonus), and he brings a calloused hand up to rest over Uriangers own. He loves the attention, loves the mage's hands on him. It's comfortable and welcoming.
It's safe.
It's home.
A soft chuckle makes it past his lips at the jest, and he turns his head to press his lips to Urianger's palm.
"Ah, my presence alone isn't enough of a gift for you anymore? I see how it is." He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to let go of Urianger's hand.
"I may have brought something back for you." A part of him feels guilty it's a couple of books, but he's positive he didn't recall seeing the tomes in his beloved's vast collection, and he thought they'd make him happy.
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"So you say you had nothing to do with the cactuar dance party." She very clearly does not believe this. Not at all. "If there are any witnesses and you're lying to me, I'm going to put you in the time out corner."
She might do it anyway. Big sister privilege.
"Why would I be the one at fault for a cactaur dance party?!" G'raha's incredulous at the accusation. Really, of all the absurd--
"If either of us is likely to initiate something so silly, I think that would be you, Lumianne!" He huffs, pouting at his sister. He knows he'll probably have to pay for using her full name, but that's hardly a problem now when his honor is on the line! "Is it not your free company that talked about summoning a cheese primal?"
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The pixies came to him in a tizzy, and Minnie's shrieking wasn't far behind. Urianger ignores whatever he drops in his effort to get outside and sprint to the source of the noise, already fearing the worst— which is what he's near about greeted with. Thancred is still standing, but it's only by leaning heavily against Minnie's, nearly engulfing her staggering steps with his weight, and the side of his coat stained red with blood.
Urianger is at them quicker than he thought possible, spells already at his fingertips and falling over his lips. The stars will shift for him. Thancred's fate cannot end here. Minnie is crying at him, grabbing his arm and he feels bad for barely registering her, in what faint sense he can feel bad outside of his focus on Thancred. She's alright, though. Thancred wouldn't let her get hurt.
The pixies are crying a little, though generally of no help. "Thancred. Thancred, what became of thee? Do not die, do not die--" not a sincere question, muttered under his breath. He's still new to healing with magic, it's still a desperate effort to get astrology to work under the glaring eternal daytime where constellations feel so fantastically far away. He's trying, terrified, even as his presence seems to make Thancred relax-- which can't be accepted now, if he eases and risks bleeding out-- it's a mess of Minnie and Urianger's own effort mostly-dragging Thancred back to the Shelves.
'Get her to safety.'
It's the only thought running through his head since the attack. He has to protect her. It doesn't matter how many soldiers and sin eaters come for them, or how many injuries he sustains as he shields her; he'll cut them all down.
He'll cut down anything that came for her.
'Get her to safety.'
He refuses to let his legs fail him until he sees her to the beloved bookworm's house, but with as much blood as he's losing, it becomes increasingly difficult for him to walk, and Minnie insists on helping him. He hates to do it, but they have a long way to go and he can't teleport them, even if he had the strength to do so.
'Get her to Urianger.'
He barely registers her calling out for Urianger as the cottage comes into view, his own head still screaming at him to get her inside and safe. He doesn't care what happens to him; he doesn't care if he falls limps to the ground, so long as he knows Minnie is with Urianger and safe.
Even though his vision sways and blurs, he recognizes the figure sprinting to them as Urianger and just barely processes the sound of his name. Thancred manages to raise his arm and hook it around the mage, shifting his undoubtedly cumbersome weight off of Minnie and onto him instead.
"Eulmore," is all he's able to mumble.
His head is too foggy to fully understand what Urianger is begging him to do, but he's sure the man is curious what happened.
The screaming in his head has finally ceased. He's brought her home and to someone who can keep her safe; he can start to relax.
The grip he has on Urianger starts to slacken, and he notices he's smeared blood on the elezen's shoulder. Ah, that was the hand he'd been gripping his side with. He's exhausted. He's trying to hold on till he's ushered into a bed he can properly collapse onto, freeing them of his weight.
"I just...justneed...a moment," he mutters, words slurring. It's okay to close his eyes for a second, isn't it? He has faith in Urianger abilities. It'll be a long process, but he can feel the magicks trying to knit his wounds closed; it's already worked on some of the smaller ones. "Sorry....about the blood..."
non-sexual forms of intimacy. send me ‘INTIMACY +’ a number between 1-125 and i’ll write a starter or a drabble about our muses engaging in a form of intimacy outside of sexual context. note: as the level of trust required for the things listed here varies a lot, feel free to send multiple numbers if you aren’t sure if they’ll work! bonus: if the mun is comfortable with randomising a number if asked, state so in the tags when you reblog!
1 watching tv/movies together
2 going to an event together ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )
3 going on dates, like to the movies or shopping
4 sharing secrets
5 hugs
6 sharing drinks
7 having a phone call
8 touching noses
9 cuddling
10 having a philosophical discussion
11 hand holding
12 sharing jokes
13 sharing smiles
14 laying your head on someone’s shoulder
15 linking arms
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