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@petrokhelidon
INDEPENDENT & EXTREMELY PRIVATE dash only multimuse consisting of various FFXIV and non-FFXIV npcs as written by curry. follows back from @ritterbloodโ. carrd for info on rules and muses. mainly iconless, jing yuan icon border and graphics made by acgorecs, psd on some icons and promos by somresources
OTHER BLOGS @ritterblood - main blog, hiatus @tripleflamesโ - ffxvi multimuse, semi-active
This anime is gorgeous
i will try and get to some replies tomorrow. been working on a cosplay for fanfest and also reading witch hat atelier.....
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โ โ โ โ โ stars
jade city (the green bone saga #1) โfonda lee the stone sky (broken earth #3) โ nk jemisin mirrored heavens (between earth and sky #3) โ rebecca roanhorse anne of green gables โ l.m. montgomery
โ โ โ โ stars
the corruption of hollis brown โ k. ancrum japanese gothic โ kylie lee baker the necromancer's house โ christopher buehlmann
โ โ โ stars immortal โ sue lynn tan the fallen & the kiss of dusk (crowns of nyaxia #4) โ carissa broadbent i know what you did last summer โ lois duncan
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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs Altered Carbonย โ 1.02ย โFallen Angelโ
As much of a thrill as the kiss is, it feels so much like coming home, too It's as if this is how it was always meant to be, as if they were always destined to breathe the same aid; share the same space. Sasha's breathing turns uneven as Leon pulls him back in, the proximity and friction between their bodies turning off his brain, wiping all thoughts clean from his mind. The kiss turns more fierce for a moment there, has him forget that anything aside from Leon's lips and hands and the solid line of his body against his own even exists.
Still, Sasha hisses when Leon's thigh presses between his own legs, the sudden wave of arousal catching him off guard, weakening him in the knees. He breaks the kiss, leans back far enough to be able to look Leon in the eyes again, hoping for a moment of clarity, meaning to seek out the conversation he so rudely skipped past after all, only to be taken aback by the darkness of Leon's gaze, the flush of his cheeks, the redness of his lips.
It's all Sasha can do to lean back in then, fighting his unsteady legs and the tension in his back. The muscles in his thighs and calves begin to tremble halfway into this kiss, but there is little else he wants to do right now other than curl his fingers tightly into Leon's soft hair and kiss him senseless.
At last, after another deep kiss that has his head spin, Sasha lets the kiss temper out, deliberately slowing it back down until he can press their foreheads together and let them both catch their breaths once more. He can't help but bring a hand back to his face to cup Leon's cheek, running his thumb along his jawline and the faint stubble on his face. It strikes him how easy this feels, how right.
It doesn't change the fact that he's still trembling, although only in part because his legs are too weak to keep him upright. Leon is carrying no small amount of his weight still, and the last thing Sasha wants to do is pull away while being held close like this, but he knows that he can't maintain this without likely suffering consequences later on.
Sasha feels his legs threatening to give in. He closes his eyes to concentrate on keeping himself standing. "I needโ" He's equally surprised and not at all by how rough his voice sounds, the words barely above a whisper and full of regret, but also still breathless from the kiss. "โI need to sit down." He finally manages, a bit of pain nagging at the base of his spine. He anticipates the way Leon tenses up then, knows his gaze is sharpening before he even opens his eyes again to look at him.
His heart is still going a mile per minute when Leon helps him ease himself back into the chair. A sigh of relief escapes him unbidden when it takes the strain off his back, but it also makes him painfully aware of the hardness between his legs. He looks up at Leon and wonders if his own expression is equally open, equally helpless.
He catches one of Leon's hands before he can even attempt to pull away. "...I didn't say stop," he says, hoping to combat any sort of awkwardness that may emerge by offering a small smile and a gentle squeeze to Leon's hand.
Leon's so into the moment, his mind completely blank, senses honed in on nothing but Sasha's lips, Sasha's hands, Sasha's body that he doesn't even notice the fact that he's slowly taking more and more of Sasha's weight against his own. Not until Sasha finally pulls back, slows down, gives them a moment to breathe that Leon notices the way his friend's trembling; and though it'd be flattering to think it's because he's overcome from kissing Leon, the notion is soon dashed by Sasha's own admission.
Jesus fucking Christ his voice, though. If nothing else, Leon can be proud of having caused him to sound like that: rough and completely breathless, barely above a hoarse whisper. Never mind the dark, heavy-lidded weight of his gaze, the hectic flush covering his cheeks and nose, those kiss-bitten lips, the hot line of his arousal against the thick of Leon's thigh; the whole picture making Leon want to pick Sasha up, carry him back to the bedroomโ their bedroom now if he's got any say in itโ so he can finally touch Sasha the way he's been craving since this morning and see just how far he can make that flush go, hear just what other noises he can wrench from those lips.
Unfortunately, that brief moment of space have made him conscious enough of his immediate surroundings that he catches the distinct smell of something burning, reminding him of the fact that they're still in the kitchen and oh yeah, Sasha was actually busy making them dinner before they started making out against the fridge.
Sasha's hand catching his own before he can pull away once Sasha's back in his chair has Leon's breath hitch, even that simple touch causing a frisson down his back. Just like Sasha his own arousal is more than evident, tenting the front of his pants, and it's all he can do not to drop to his knees right then and there to continue what they started in the face of that earnest little smile, the spark of doubt in those amber hues that Leon might actually want to stop like that's not the most ludicrous idea ever.
He leans in then, palm cupping Sasha's cheek, pad of his thumb gently pressing beneath his chin to tilt his head up before catching his lips in another kiss and greedily swallowing the startled moan as he immediately deepens it with a languid curl of his tongue against Sasha's own. Compared to the other ones, he keeps this one shorter though, his own lips curled up to a sly grin at the dazed look in Sasha's eyes. " Trust me, we're only getting started. " He steals another peck, before standing upright and gently extracting his hand, his smile gentler now, teasing. " Just want to prevent an incident with the stove before we accidentally burn down the place. I'll ... join you on the couch? "
โ @petrokhelidon .
โ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. โ
expectations are a heavy cross to bear.
clive knows it firsthand. his life has been nothing but that, nothing but people wanting him to be so much more than he knows he ultimately is. it's obvious in the tense line of jill's shoulders and her ever-present mask of composure that she, too, struggles under the weight of it.
traveling with him and supporting his endeavors surely doesn't make it any easier. she's under the same kind of scrutiny now, the same eyes that follow clive at every step haunt her, too, hoping her involvement with the cause will bring the change the people are so desperately clamoring for.
clive sighs. would that he knew what to say to alleviate this pressure. words are not his strong suit, and even if they were, nothing could ever amount to enough to lessen jill's struggle. he knows it so intimately, after all. feels it every waking moment, like lead in the very pit of his stomach.
"if it helps any," he begins, "i don't expect anything of you. i know who you are, jill. maybe you can trust in that in the meantime."
it's a hollow offer at best. so much has changed, and the jill at his side now is no longer the jill he knew then. not fully. she can't be, after everything. but there are glimpses of that girl, in the sparkle of her eyes and the curve of her smile, that transport clive back into their youth. jill is jill. no matter what.
maybe making sure she knows it's what he thinks helps a little, at least.
the knight and the moth.
Jill is uncertain why she even gives voice to the doubts in her head knowing there is naught Clive can do or say to alleviate the pressure put 'pon her shouldersโโโ their shoulders. Considering the burdens they both bear it feels unfair to complain to him, to put hers on top of his own, but then she also knows that if there is anyone that knows how and what she feels, it is the man stood next to her. His presence has always been a steadfast anchor to place her own against, his warmth nigh the only thing that can break the numb coldness settled inside her bones ever since she was taken by the Iron Kingdom.
Clive would never judge her for her sins; even those she still does not dare utter in his presence. She can but hope that he feels the same in her presence; wishing nothing more but to provide the same comfort and reassurance to him.
Her lips curl up to a smile that, though small and somewhat wry, conveys nothing but gratitude. " I know, Clive. Thank you. " Her hands rest lightly on the balcony they're stood on, looking out over the hustle and bustle of the Hideaway below and she lets out a deep breath. " You and Joshua are the only ones that still make me feel like me. Ever since we came back in each other's lives, it's like a stone has lifted off my chest and I can breathe easy once more knowing you're at my side. For what it's worth, I do not regret any of the choices I've made since that day, " Because unlike her jailors before, the paths she's walked since have been entirely her own.
It is only the fear of where these paths might lead, considering the difficulties yet ahead, that keep her up at night. The idea that she might not be enough, do enough, to keep everyone safe and sound. Clive has been shouldering so much for all of themโโโ would that she felt strong enough to take some of those tasks for him, but the strain of priming all those years in captivity have unfortunately taken their toll. " I would follow you anywhere. That too hasn't changed. "
you think dion ever heard a bard sing the tale of dion the bold and just stood there like ๐งwhile some dude goes on about how man wyrms he's tamed and how his lance levels mountains?
going through the crystalline dominion part of the game and how my heart just aches for dion. he's pretty much lost everything at that point. his father dead by his own hand. his dragoons whom he loved and respected turned akashic by the aetherflood he caused through the crystal. the people and city he swore to protect and was willing to stage a coup for, largely destroyed and displaced by his own doing. the empire in absolute ruins. it's such a parallel to clive at the start of the game really, it's no wonder dion goes down that same path of wanting vengeance and pretty much giving up everything else he holds dear to achieve it.
I think Jill post-game, regardless of whether or not Clive is alive ( and I definitely believe that he is, Let Me Cope ) will go out to do what she said she wanted to do in the Priceless side-quest once she can and feels strong enough to do so. She'll sail beyond the Twins, see what's left of Valisthea with her own eyes, Torgal ever at her side. Maybe she'll take Mid along too, Gav, all the other people that helped her. I also think once the land starts recovering, if that still happens in her lifetime, she'll travel back to the North as well. Try and find out more about her roots, about what happened to her birth family. Find some more connection with that part of her past. Of course, wherever she goes she'll reach out a helping hand if needed. She'll still fight where needed. She might cut her hair, at some point, a la Garnet from FF9 to signify a new beginning, a fresh start. She will continue living and finding her own joy in doing so, without necessarily needing Clive there for her to do so.
saw byron lore from the ultmania and I'm not actually mad about it. some spoilers following:
Byron Rosfield and Eugen Havel have an interesting background together. Byron is 56 years old, Havel is 57. The book mentions:
-They have been battle buddies for decades
-Havel and Byron are often bickering, but they trust each other and always have each other's backs
-Year 850 (Byron Age 28, Havel Age 29) Byron meets Havel for the first time at a conference when Elwin and Clive went to survey the mothercrystal at Drake's Fang. The two immediately got into an argument.
-Year 857 (Byron Age 35, Havel Age 36) Worked together to fight for the liberation of Kanver, became battle buddies
-Year 878 (Byron Age 56, Havel Age 57) Fought together again at Randellah
The book does not mention Byron ever marrying anyone, although it does say that Byron made a fortune and pays a lot of taxes (like the good man he is) lol.
Has Byron ever been in a serious relationship?
considering he seems to never have been married or boasts no children, i will go ahead and say no. at least never one that was long lasting anyway. he's probably entertained some relationships largely to keep up appearances while he was still living in rosaria with his family, but the moment he moved to port isolde to become warden there and was given some modicum of freedom from expectations as long as he fulfilled his duties as that warden, he's remained as a bachelor. that isn't to say there never was any interest from other parties, but byron was happy enough spending his money on his nephews and helping out the people of kanver.
the largest reason for this being, of course, the fact that he is gay. i am going to go ahead and say he has probably also entertained male partners during his sojourns, but never anything serious either.
alright so, going off a lil spreadsheet, here's a little rewrite of the ages and timeline for dion, plus some personal things i will drop from the "official" lore (mainly to do with sylvestre):
dion's birth-year is 846 instead of 850, making him 32 post-timeskip rather than 28. to me it just makes more sense to have him more clive's age.
regarding the circumstance of his birth, i'll still go with the headcanon that, while it is true dion is born to a courtesan, it was more of an accident than a calculated move on sylvestre's part. as bahamut awakens when he's only one year old, it wouldn't seem a stretch to me that sylvestre would buy him off that courtesan to then leverage his son's dominant status to ultimately be crowned emperor. unlike what the ultimania says, however, sylvestre does care for dion as a son ( or at least comes to care for him, even if he doesn't at the start ) because i simply cannot vibe with dion having such loyalty to an empire and such deep love for a guy when he's not been shown at least an ounce of care from sylvestre in return ( unless he's just rly good at faking it or what??? ). obviously this can be discussed with sylv rp'ers.
year 854; dion and terence become childhood friends when terence starts attending monastery school with him. as @tsckcyomi confirmed she was making terence one year younger, that would make dion 8, already having attended one year and terence 7.
year 862; terence becomes his squire when dion is around 16 and terence 15, i'm shifting the time here a little bit. this also means dion joins the dragoons, stops his education with hapocrates and gives up his right to the crown when he is 19 in year 865, rather than 15.
year 868; their relationship then only starts when they are 21 and 22 respectively. i do like terence confessing his feelings after dion gets gravely injured though bc it speaks to my hurt/comfort loving soul, so i am keeping that
year 870; dion founds the holy order of the knights dragoon at age 24, about 8 years before the game's end and 10 years after the night of the flames. at that time he already held great respect from many of the men within the dragoon order and had already established himself as both a commander and soldier, even beyond his might as bahamut ( though his status as a dominant definitely helped )
year 873; belenus tor at age 27, also the year sanbreque moves to the dominion
alright a small adjustment to point 2 since i apparently read over the fact that sylvestre paid a courtesan to bear his child because his wife couldn't conceive sooo. in that context it makes a little more sense, if we take into account that the lesage line is like the rosfield line in that there's a high chance of a dominant being born into it and he seemingly needed bahamut to push himself into power.
at some point i do have to make a bigger post regarding dion and sylvestre's relationship as well bc like i said above, while i do subscribe to the idea that sylvestre cared about dion in his own way and there was a genuine love there, i don't really see this as an entirely positive thing.
Rumors are a curious thing; they can inspire, or they can despair. While talks of "The Outlaw" had always done the prior, the passing story of what had transpired at Phoenix Gate on that night more than accomplished the latter. Elwin knew what really happened; the Imperial invasion, the traitors among the Shields' ranks.
Joshua.
His unhindered hand reached up to touch his neck, fingertips sliding just briefly across the leather and cloth that covered much of it. The "explanation" spread throughout Sanbreque was that the Dominant of Fire had lost control and destroyed everything, something which the Ironbloods had taken advantage of -- only for the Holy Empire to intervene and drive them back out. Of course, Elwin couldn't refute these claims; after all, who would listen to a Branded who could, at that time, barely speak?
When Byron's voice breaks through his thoughts, his head lifts just slightly. Whereas his eyes had closed briefly, they now reopen, the furrow of his brows deepening once more as he follows along with the explanation. Donning a false identity... A wise move, given the devastating consequences to themself and anyone close to them should they be found out.
The hand closing around his arm, despite its gentleness, causes him to involuntarily flinch a little. But the accompanying squeeze offers naught but reassurance and comfort, coaxing his posture upright and drawing him to turn towards his younger brother.
'Cid the Outlaw's real name is Clive Rosfield, Elwin. Your son is alive, brother. They both are.'
The last bit of information, despite being no less important than the prior, falls on deaf ears -- so stunned is he by this news. His expression loosens, eyes widening, and for a long, long span of time, there is silence from him. Would that he could find the words to speak; alas, his voice has failed him, driving him to grasp for Byron's arms and hold fast to them.
A deep breath is sucked in, then is exhaled in a short, uneven gasp. One hand releases its hold on his brother, clasping firm over his mouth in an increased attempt to stifle back a sob -- this one of relief and insurmountable joy, with a hint of grief and fear over what the two might have endured after that hellish night.
"They ..." He finally manages to rasp out, although the question remains unfinished.
๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ as he bears witness to the maelstrom of emotions that cross his brother's face, though his grip on Elwin's arms remains firm, steadying. 'Tis not difficult to imagine the way his brother must be feeling at the news; the relief, the disbelief, the pure, unadulterated joy mingled with regret, the lingering pain of knowing the trials his family had been put through. He himself has gone through the same emotions, after all, that fateful day where Clive had come seek him out for aid. He is feeling it again now for Elwin, seeing the scars left behind that spoke of unimaginable hardships. All these years they could've had, the burdens they could have shared together rather than torn apart by cruel circumstance.
But they are here now, Byron thinks and there is little anyone could do to keep them apart ever again. Not even Elwin's own guilt, for he is certain it is there.
" They have grown into such strong, brave and beautiful boys, Elwin. " His own free hand moves to clasp the back of his brother's neck, foreheads pressed together, emotions pinching the tone of his voice despite the strength of conviction running 'neath the words. " For years I feared that the Rosaria we'd known and grown up in, the Rosaria we'd built together was lost, but nothing can be further from the truth, I promise you. For its values and strengths live on in Clive, in Joshua, in Jill, in all they've built here. Oh, I cannot wait to show you. "
He pulls back a little, gently brushing away Elwin's tears with the pad of his thumb. " They will be so, so happy, brother, to know you yet live. Just as I am. No matter what lies in the past, you have a home here now. " @fire-branded
really hoping it'll cool off this weekend so i can a) do some chores around the apartment and b) get to some replies.
it's my birthday today, two weeks off so I can hopefully get to some things but not until Thursday at least.
should i add dion and byron back to my muse list for ff16? i didn't bring them over originally from the other blog but.... seeing ff16 muses on my dash again is making me want to.
