A NEW BEGINNING.

as night follows day / the sun will shine again.

[nymfaia]

「🌷🌙」 multifandom writing & roleplaying blog, ft. the final fantasy series, harvest moon/story of seasons titles, rune factory, stardew valley, fields of mistria, tales of symphonia, & original characters. penned by rainbow/rainy, 1995, they/them. MUSE LIST & RULES. LOW ACTIVITY. 「🌷🌙」

「🌷🌙」 blogroll: @aurouze, ffxiv wol

🌷name: Rainbow

🌷 age: 30 and change

🌷 pronouns: sometimes

I’ve been on tumblr off and on for over a decade now, and have written and roleplayed for many, many fandoms, including DC comics, Sailor Moon, A:TLA, and BNHA. Currently, I write for Harvest Moon and the Final Fantasy series, but dabble in others as inspiration strikes.

I am an adult and adult content of all kinds will be present. I do not police morality, take sides in affairs I am not involved with, and don’t kink or content shame. That being said, all content will be tagged as I am able. Please DM or inbox me if you need something tagged. I can only tag what I’m aware of. Thanks!

RPing Rules

🌷 No content policing. Both adult and triggering content will be explored. By following, you are consenting to seeing such adult and graphic content on my blog. I will not be held accountable for your safety or comfort.

🌷 Muses on this blog may be taken from problematic media, or media with problematic creators. That does not mean I financially or ideologically support said creators. That also does not mean I encourage black and white thinking in regards to ingesting or obtaining the media, nor do I agree with the one-view-fits-all agenda in regards to what people should or shouldn't support. When in doubt, I would rather rely on the minority voices closest to me than the internet hivemind to help shape my opinion on things. Asks regarding this stance will be deleted.

🌷 Content will include exploration of mental illnesses, violence, war, “adult” situations, gore and blood, death and grieving, politics, and much more. Additionally, my original characters and the fandom characters I write are often nuanced: meaning, some of them may hold questionable views or values. While this content may not come up all the time, please know that their views do not equate my own, nor does exploring such viewpoints, values, or morals mean I condone them.

If you need something tagged, ask.

🌷I have no big triggers that need to be tagged.

🌷 I love to ship. I love unhealthy and problematic ships, age gap ships, monster fuckers, etc. I do not ship minors with adults.

I DO NOT…

🚫 Support hate in any capacity to myself or others. I will not stand for shaming, call-outs, or witch hunts based off of the content I or my partners write.

🚫 Roleplay with smut-only blogs, or take smut requests from people I believe to be minors. If I believe you to be underage, I will block without warning or reason.

🚫 If you have an activity minimum you expect out of writing partners, I am not the partner for you. I extend the same patience and grace to my partners - there is never a rush. This is a hobby.

Credits: 🌷 Icon border made by Mars/Wombat. Thank you, my hunnie~ 🌷pixel art fish and mobile banner image are from Field of Mistria assets.

Rules up to date as of May 2026.

[thegardenof-eden-deactivated201]

If they had a kid meme

[fortheaskbox]

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:

Gender:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Special Talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal Head canon:

Face Claim:

[rubymemes]

Send ❤️ if you want to ship but are too shy to ask

Can be sent on anon or not

[nymfaia]

i made a post a while back re: cecil's scars turning black and corrupted as a dark knight, and i just realized i would very much like to carry that concept over to sidurgu

[star-gazcrs]

"It doesn't still bother you, does it?"

Francel's voice is warm and thick, skirting the line between sleep and the waking world. Haurchefant's presence always seemed to do just so: pull him into a comfortable, familiar quiet, as much of a cozy companion as the hot tea in his hands.

His friend's bravery had saved his life. It had promised him his own, too, a bittersweet thing that still hung cloying in his throat like a glob of honey. Haurchefant had done so much for him, and now - ...

When would he get to see him? He had become a knight, thrust into commanding a camp in the highlands. Now, Francel would straggle behind, yet another too-young brother left in the wings.

His lips set, peering carefully at the young man past his mug. And then, in a sleepy sort of honesty, Francel spoke:

"I'm going to miss you. I know you will be happier there, and I hope it brings you fulfillment. But, still - ... a small part of me wishes... you didn't feel as if you had to escape."

Things had been looking up for Haurchefant lately. Since his recent heroics, he had been awarded knighthood, the one thing he had craved and had worked for his entire life. His father had given him a position in Camp Dragonhead of all places – not exactly a dream position, certainly, but an important one. Camp Dragonhead, he knew, saw many travelers coming through, and it was a valuable bastion of defense against the Dravanians.

Most would not envy this position, but Haurchefant saw its potential. It was not his father writing him off, for it played a significant role in the war. He would be far away from his stepmother’s many criticisms. He would be able to prove himself further, as more than just his father’s bastard son, not even deserving of the family name.

There was just one wrinkle in his future: his best friend Francel.

Francel was too young to achieve knighthood, being five years Haurchefant’s junior, nor did he seem to have the aspirations for it. He would not be able to leave the city except in an official capacity, meaning that they would not be able to see each other often, if at all. There were letters, of course, but that was not the same.

So it was sort of bittersweet to visit with Francel at the moment. Still, Haurchefant was all smiles, though more subdued with his friend than at his home, where his bags were being packed as they spoke.

It was with a small sigh that Haurchefant reached out and placed a warm hand on Francel’s shoulder. “You are the one thing I will miss with this position,” he said. He could live without servants and expensive foods and teasing his brothers. His daily talks with Francel, on the other hand, time spent sparring and playing and gossiping, that he would miss.

It was rather like an escape, though; Francel had the right of it. Escape from the stepmother who hated him for the circumstances of his birth, from a father who barely defended him, from brothers who knew they were superior to him, even if they did not rub it in his face (very often). It was probably just as well for them, too, that he was leaving.

“Well – escape or no, it hardly matters,” Haurchefant said easily. “It’s also an opportunity. I know you know that. I’ve been given a chance to prove myself fully. That saving you was not a freak accident, but the result of all the hard work I’ve been doing. It is terrible that I must leave, I know, but it is my opportunity to show them what I am made of.”

[mcflymemes]

"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for tossing out the idea of being in a relationship or just kissing and seeing what happens after, adjust as necessary

i hear you're a good kisser.

are you staring at my lips?

how about a kiss for old time's sake?

maybe we could experiment a little.

have you ever thought about kissing me?

is there even an "us?"

a little bird told me you're a really good kisser.

could you see me as... more than just a friend?

what's a little fooling around between friends?

i'll admit, i have thought about you like that.

kissing you sounds like a very good idea.

i've been meaning to ask you out for ages.

maybe we could... see what happens.

there's no harm in a little experimentation.

did you want to kiss me back then?

for what it's worth, i really enjoyed the kiss and i wouldn't mind doing that again sometime.

could we pretend this is our first kiss?

maybe we could go on a date sometime.

you could start by coming closer.

just wondering what you taste like.

i saw you looking at me earlier.

could we talk about... us?

i'm not interested in anyone but you.

i bet if we tried, we could make it work.

a kiss won't kill us.

wanna makeout?

quick, kiss me before they walk over here.

i've wanted to kiss you for a long time now.

i never had the courage to ask you if you'd kiss me.

could i keep seeing you after this?

i really enjoyed it, by the way.

you're a much better kisser than i expected.

well, that got out of hand quickly.

maybe we should redo our first kiss.

next time, we should make it a date.

can i kiss you?

kissing sounds really fun right now.

have you been kissed before?

i never liked kissing until you.

you are... unbelievably good at that.

give me a minute to catch my breath.

your heart is racing.

are you okay? you look very flustered.

are my cheeks burning?

figured we're both about to die, so what the hell.

[nymfaia]

{BEHOLD! THE CRAVED FISH.}

independent, semi-active, selective/private multimuse with friends from stardew valley, harvest moon/story of seasons, final fantasy, and much more to come (including fields of mistria!)

18+ only. read rules before following or become an uncraved fish. written with love by rainbow/rainy.

[nymfaia]

time to turn my shrimp into a pride flag

[nymfaia]

how do we feel about the bisexual rainbow trout, gang

[nymfaia]

rolan and emmanellain live in similar circles in my brain. do yall see the vision

[nymfaia]

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜ - eliana and rolan mayhaps? wizard frens :)

His reaction would have caused both Cal and Lia to heckle him until he buried himself alive just to rid himself of their terrorizing - had they still been awake. Rolan's self-deprecating snort swiftly evolved into a ragged cough, the lukewarm cider he had been sipping on dribbling onto his tunic. With his shoulders still shaking with horridly stifled coughing, he wiped his mouth, turning to the woman aside him as if she had turned into a monstrosity.

"Truly," he said, waving his hand at her to banish any further thoughts she may have had about him. "Mayhaps it is time for me to take your bottle. Not that you don't deserve to celebrate - but it seem to have ... impacted your rationale."

Aye, he was warm, both by birth and by the copious amount of ale he had swallowed this eve alone. As the sun had set, the chilly autumn wind reminding them of the hour, he had turned to warmed mead instead.

Perhaps she was not the only one too deep within their cups. At least his overindulgence didn't involve waxing poetic to the caravan's new-found hero. Not yet. Not if he had a say in it.

"Might I escort you to your tent? I - that is to say, may you need a steadying arm to return to your bedroll? -- wait --"

(Well, shite. That was worse, actually.)

@lattehearted

[nofuckingideawho]

"but you survived" it would've been better if I hadn't

[nymfaia]

'Based on the character(s) you see me play' emet obv because you Get It.

Based on the character(s) you see me play, send me another character you think I could write well

why create an ancient horror and then not give them fun tentacles and illogical anatomy for the sake of a dicking down (gender neutral)

[nymfaia]

like look me in the eye. the ancient who is like "none of yall are real people". do you really think he'd let "subhuman" beings bear his progeny? don't you think he would rather just self-replicate to ensure they would be as powerful and "whole" as he was? that would explain why his lineage is both giant (ancient blood) and sickly (not technically inbred but of a kind)

[nymfaia]

ancients being virus cells confirmed

[startshxtwithme]

Based on the character(s) you see me play, send me another character you think I could write well

On anon or not

Maybe I’ll start playing them!

[nymfaia]

like look me in the eye. the ancient who is like "none of yall are real people". do you really think he'd let "subhuman" beings bear his progeny? don't you think he would rather just self-replicate to ensure they would be as powerful and "whole" as he was? that would explain why his lineage is both giant (ancient blood) and sickly (not technically inbred but of a kind)

[nymfaia]

husband and i were discussing morally reprehensible characters and the dissonance between what makes a bad character socially acceptable to enjoy. and why people "woobify" certain characters and their backstories to be less "problematic" when that entirely defeats the purpose of the character.

anyway i need to add more "problematic" muses. taking suggestions.

[nymfaia]

" -- ... why y'gotta put it like that for?"

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