a long fall .

[metoikhomai]

[μετοίχομαι] • to go after; to roam.

a primarily video-game-focused multimuse featuring canon characters and original characters from final fantasy, dragon age, touchstarved, infinity nikki, and love and deepspace. mutuals only. selective.

penned by jules, he/they, 30+.

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adventuring with: bludlily • milesducemdominus ( + blogroll! ) • fatewalkr • vulpesse ( + blogroll! ) • sndrd • aidcneus ( + blogroll! ) • deathsmaidens

[metoikhomai]

in other news i really... want to play my durge and my divinity elf

[metoikhomai]

missing old blogs is so annoying because do i miss the characters or do i miss the ships i had or what do i miss. because i left for good reasons and yet

[metoikhomai]

i haven't touched the remake so my aerith is very much og 7 but maybe i should watch a playthrough or something 🤔

[still-asunbeam]

actually i don't want to talk about my feelings i'd rather engage in hand to hand combat

[dewrose]

◜　 ♡ ॱ𓏽 "hmmm ... my first time doing it was also not easy. let's see." she joins her, eyeing the ground far below. "gravity works a little different in miraland, so even if it's strange to jump again midair, it's possible. like this," jumping off the tall height, she hops once more and her floating outfit embraces her right there, floating down until her feet touch the grass. "really imagine jumping while in the air and your outfit will suddenly appear and do the rest for you."

[metoikhomai]

keenly, rikku watches as nikki jumps, jumps again, and floats back down, clad in a wholly different outfit than before. she nods to herself. this time, surely—she's mastered worse things. rikku takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. "alright. here goes nothing!" she leaps off the ledge, opens her eyes mid-air, and jumps again.

in the blink of an eye, the magic of the outfit nikki lent her envelops her. rikku stares down at herself with big eyes, gasping. she stretches her arms out on instinct. just like nikki before, she doesn't tumble and crash to the ground. instead, she floats gracefully. her heart hammers in her chest. rikku cannot help but grin from ear to ear. "whoa! nikki! did you see that?!"

[fvneralpyred]

"I'm mad at Thancred," she grunted. "I like the guy, kami knows he helped out with the Ifrit thing. He's reliable as hell. But he left me there fer what feels like forever so... hmph! I do hope he eases up a bit on the man, though. I ain't gonna be angry at him forever." Suppose by that angle she should just wait and see. "He prolly got that new necklace from a lady friend while I was messin' around, anyway. Fuckin' playboy." The jab was playful, but she really didn't like being left behind in a place that made her eyes bleed and ears crackle.

Onyx arched his back at Arenvald's hand, pupils getting so massive they almost eclipsed the yellow-green of his irises. He did a couple little hops like a crab before pouncing, feignly gnawing at the steel. Hikari snorted, watching him. "They have a few. Mostly mammets, sadly. Y'have yer pick've one of his littermates, a zu hatchlin', an' a chocobo chick that's, uh... I was told it had some proclivities that may or may not include cannibalism. I'd prolly stick with the mammets... an' some goggles an' earplugs. One bell in there had me wishin' I was dead."

She pondered for a moment. "Well, I've already taken him here, an' I cleared it with Minfilia jus' t'make sure it's okay t'keep him around. I know some good places t'source raw meat so he won't go hungry, an' I plan on gettin' somethin' t'keep his nails trimmed t'minimize mishaps as he gets bigger. By then, though, he'll be trained t'keep 'em sheathed." Of course, even as her hand was puffed up and welty from the myriad bites and scratches, she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Tank pain tolerance privileges, it would seem. "Besides, I think the Scions havin' a team pet might help morale. Look at that li'l face've his. How can anyone not like him?"

[metoikhomai]

arenvald knew both hikari and thancred well enough to know that her assessment was right. he grinned. "thancred's difficult to stay mad at. unless you're y'shtola, i guess." at least on the outside, he was the sort of carefree and fun-loving that arenvald wished he could be, as well, though that was a different conversation altogether. one he certainly did not want to entertain overlong, if he could help it.

"i think you should introduce him to aulie." arenvald gave a quick twist of his wrist to tickle onyx's chin instead. part of him was more than tempted to take his gauntlet off, but the state of hikari's skin was quite the deterrent. was that a terrible thing to think? it wasn't as though onyx knew any better. he was sweet, as sweet as a coeurl pup could be, and this was most likely play for him.

pulling his hand back, arenvald hesitated a moment before working to undo the clasps of his armor. he flexed his hand as he pulled it out, then offered it for onyx to sniff. "if you ever need help getting him food, or anything else, let me know. i'll gladly lend you a hand."

[felismarinae]

Sharlayan Studies

For all of Sharlayan's myriad facilities of learning, it was exceedingly difficult to find someplace with a suitable amount of peace and quiet. Study halls always had at least one someone in them doing solitary bookwork, workshops were crowded and typically did not have much room to allocate for personal projects. Thus did A'steri find herself where she was now.

Sitting on the floor of one of the stone gazebos outside of the Noumenon library, A'steri was hard at work. Ceruleum soot marred her hands and sleeves (and her cheek, from the occasional reaching up to scratch an itch), as before her on a mat sat a fully deconstructed aetherotransformer - her own, as a matter of fact. To her right, an open notebook, similarly besooted, and a stylus with which to take down her notes. Pulling apart two components of the aetherotransformer and setting them aside, she turned to scribble down another bullet point on the subject, before turning to pluck up a finely-pointed screwdriver to begin further dismantling one of the parts she had pulled out.

So engrossed in her work was she, that she took no notice of her current observer. She may as well have been in a sensory-deprivation bubble, hearing and seeing nothing beyond her current work.

@metoikhomai

[metoikhomai]

a day off was a blessing to most. to erenville, it was more nuisance than reprieve. every moment spent idling, his thoughts drifted to the places he could be seeing instead, to the creatures he could be finding, the tasks he could be completing. wandering sharlayan, lovely as the city was, left much to be desired compared to his usual day-to-day.

it wasn't that he minded. he simply wished there was something to occupy his hands with other than poring over old books.

chancing upon a'steri, then, of all people, was a welcome change.

erenville lingered at the edge of the gazebo. arms crossed and back leaned against a broad stone pillar, he watched her go through the motions of... whatever it was she was doing. disassembling that aetherotransformer, it looked like. to what end, erenville couldn't say. "enjoying yourself?" he finally asked, amusement coloring his voice. "you've a little something on your cheek."

[metoikhomai]

that other muse is still jumping around in my brain so i might end up making a sideblog for him... persnaps

now i had this little guy before so he's technically not new 😭 his name's haneul and he's very much inspired by ghost whisperer and medium meaning he's able to see and communicate with ghosts and spirits and tries to help them cross over which does not always go very well. he works as a florist for his day job and also takes care of his grandmama! his parents are sadly dead and he's estranged from his older brother because he got scared of haneul's powers. i had a great time with my sweetie boy hm hm

[metoikhomai]

— most radiant moon.

[metoikhomai]

softer makeup and red hair for my sweetie boy...

[aurora-rph]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[freddiegoesmetal]

“i hate my siblings” rip to you but i would kill and die for my brother

[ohisms]

━━━ for every "👤" [ alternatively: "NPC" ] sent to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !

[thancrxdwatxrs]

"Well, I'm glad someone does," Thancred says, flashing an easy smile. "Although, I try not to linger upon the 'what ifs.' It...tends to be distracting."

Not to mention he tends to lose himself in such hypothetical scenarios. What if he never met Lysander and Wyatt? Would Minfilia still be alive, or would she succumb to her fate all the same? Would everything be different even then?

He shakes his head free of such thoughts, fingers subconsciously busying themselves on the collar of his jacket.

At Lysander's question, the rogue turns with a raised brow, a tightness forming in his chest. He wants to laugh, but he can't bring himself to do so.

"There are very few regrets I have in my life," he says carefully. "Meeting you is definitely not one of them. May I ask what brought this on? Do you have any regrets?"

[metoikhomai]

it should be a relief, hearing thancred's reassurance. yet still, the heavy pit in his gut persists. what else is he supposed to say? thancred may be honest, oftentimes blunt to a fault, but not even he would be crass enough to tell lysander anything but this.

"i think about it sometimes," he admits, voice soft. "about how different everyones' lives would be if i hadn't gotten involved. whether you would have fared better, or worse... whether my existence skews the outcome somehow." he tries, every single time, to help. to make sure people come out unscathed. there is so much blood on his hands already, despite it all. people who trusted him, who followed him right into their demise.

lysander sighs. he runs a hand through his hair. "i don't regret trying, at the very least. i was given all these gifts, all this magick and all these blessings, and i have to use them for good. gods know this world needs more of it."

[speciosuspoematis]

"I have thought of you each and every day." He admits as his eyes take in the sights of the ground near to the toes of his boots. "Ever was I suspended betwixt hope and despair for I knew not if you were well or if the unthinkable had claimed you. 'T was a purgatory of torment - clinging to faith while expecting news of tragedy each day I rose, unrested, from my bed--- "

Finally, the poet found the strength within himself to raise his gaze to her once more; her standing there, not as a ghost or a phantom of his weary, yearning dreams, but as a person. Hale and whole.

"That I have missed you is an understatement of great size." His exhale plumed before his face in the frigid temperatures; "I have grieved you... prayed for you... and now that I see you have returned I know not what to say or do. I fear my shattered heart now too worthless to gift."

[metoikhomai]

oh, cyvel.

sweet, tender cyvel. she'd known it would hurt him. she'd known leaving ishgard would leave behind a hole in the shape of her that cannot be fixed. she knew, too, that coming back would not fill it wholly. there are no excuses. her guilt, heavy as it may be, is necessary.

leandre surges forward. she throws her arms around him, pulling him as close as she is able. "your heart will always be the most precious gift," she whispers. "you were all i could think of while i was away. not a day went by without me wanting nothing more than to come back and be with you again. if you will still have me... i am here now, and i am still yours."

[milesducemdominus]

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆"Then do come and warm yourself, my friend. The very last thing I would wish to do is end up ferrying you to the infirmary with a vicious cold. Or worse." In silence does he draw the chair from behind his desk closer to the fireplace, stocking the flames with a few extra logs to bring it to burn brighter.

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ "Sit-" Aymeric insisted, manoeuvring himself to collect his own cloak from the coat-peg in the very corner of the room so he may drape it around his company so give further warmth. Even for Ishgard, it was a chilling day. "And tell me about a moment you have enjoyed the very most in the past few weeks, no matter how small." He collected a cushioned stool from the corner for himself, sitting comfortably in the company of his visitor; the smile 'pon his face having not wavered at all.

[metoikhomai]

aymeric is as courteous and as caring as ever. lysander lingers for a moment longer, drinking in that smile on his face. he's missed the sight of it. he's missed him, and dearly so, even though he hasn't voiced that particular thought. a secret for him to keep, and for aymeric to mayhap never find out.

"there has been so much," he admits as he settles in the chair and draws aymeric's coat just a touch tighter around his shoulders. as aymeric's scent fills his nose, lysander closes his eyes. "you know me. i'm always happiest when i help people. i believe i have done a lot of it in tural... "

opening his eyes again, he directs his gaze towards the fireplace. for all the struggle and hardship his excursion threw him into, he doesn't regret going for a single second. "we've met a few lovely shetona—the viera of tural. that... made me very happy."