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Blog Promo.

Indie Joshua & Clive Rosfield RP blog, penned by Ru. Semi-selective, multi-ship, multi-universe, canon-divergent.

#promo #rp open #[the muse]#[little poppy]#[big poppy]#joshua rosfield #clive rosfield #(i did this the wrong way around and already posted)#(please come and say hi anyway)#(excited to interact with folks!)#self promo

quotemadness

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

Joshua Graham

#words #rb

heyanobody

A GUIDE to TROUBLED DOMINANTS (in/sp)

FINAL FANTASY XVI [ 14 / ∞ ]

#meme #rb #(i saw these weeks ago and wasn't sure but)#(i was so wrong)#(these are all amazing)#(what the hell indeed)

bunny-rp-memes

Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes

#rb #ask #(i'd be thrilled honestly)#(starter requests are also welcome)#(just toss something into the hitbox and i'll conjure sth up np)

lightningstrikes-art

#rb #brothers #(aughh i love lighting's art)#(cute hjggdjf)

maegraeth

i did a meme. by maegraeth.

#teredion #rb #(okay but they would)

zeearts

semi primed 🔥

#[big poppy]#rb #(uhm wow)#(i uh. yeah. nice.)#(i'm not a furry i swear)#(who am i even kidding)

If you want to kill a salad, the easiest formula is to go for the carrot-id artery.

#meme #[little poppy]#(I AM SO SORRY)#(I WAS THINKING ABOUT CARROTS AND NOW)#(I CANNOT)#(it's both a joshua and a nursing joke and i hate this)

(trying to be a bit more active now and hopefully not failing thanks to the next long stretch of shifts.

i do feel i've somehow fallen out of a loop here with dash commentaries and memes going on ; ; being an occasional lurker makes that difficult aaa

i'd be happy to interact and will do my best to be more present!)

#ooc / tbd #(shut up ru)#(just rambling)

prophecyprompts

#A STUDY ON RAGE: an assortment. includes works from jane rule, hélène cixous, anne carson, & others.

you don’t grieve. you rage.

i feel an ancient anger welling up in me.

i keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won’t.

they tell me: 'you should be kinder. you are somehow furious.‘ i used to be kind… it didn’t last long.

anger has its place. anger has fire, and fire moves things.

what are we made of but hunger and rage?

what suffering is behind your anger?

tell me how you stand the murderous fury.

love implies anger. one who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

after fury, what do you do with the remains?

you inherited [name]’s rage.

i’ve tried to be forgiving.

this… this is not rage. this is despair.

i will be wild. i will be brutal. i will be inevitable.

anger is like fire. it burns it all clean.

i hold a grudge like it’s a hand.

what else can my hands do with the blood? pray?

#rb #meme #(omg pls give me a few of these)#(if you don't specify then i'll choose a muse)#(but these are amazing)

deckitout

joshua ilu

#[little poppy]#rb #(fhjgdgh cute)

"six word story"

Randomized six word story from here!

for @lightwxrden.

Smoking my very last cigarette. Again.

It had been raining for days, and while it was a great joy to watch Clive freak out every time Joshua pulled out a lighter indoors, he himself was getting tired of the stench by this point. Was it necessary for him to drop the habit — once again — over an inconvenience? Certainly not.

But the one thing that gave him even greater satisfaction than watching Clive try to uphold his self-imposed big brother image, all bit-back snarls and poorly-veiled fists, was the confused looks he received upon ceasing to pursue his regular smokes from one day to another.

Just like that. Because he wanted to – for now.

#meme #ask #lightwxrden #(lol the image of joshua lighting a smoke on phoenix fire isn't leaving my mind)#(i cannot)#(a smoking little baby bird)#(woops lit my blunt on my feathers)#(lmao)

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@poppies-on-fire Terence; (cont. from here)

To Dion, sleep was a necessity. With it came recuperation and strength— and he needed both to protect his people, his Empire. He knew that. Knew it full well & felt the weight of the entire world rest on his shoulders; scaled and mighty as they seemed.

—Still, the prince longed for happier times. With his father marrying a witch that brought naught but agony and anger to Dion's mind and his people (or so he thought), and the entire realm constantly on the brink of war for resources and territory, there was never enough time to rest.

He was a tool. A weapon. He needed to work, to perform, or people would die.

... but all these worries faded away as sleep crept up to Dion, a (mostly) dreamless numbness that took him away from all these things, if only for what felt like the blink of an eye at times. Tonight, he was allowed to rest in his lovers' arms, and that is an opportunity the prince was endlessly grateful for.

Terence's warmth seemed to seep into Dion's very being, and he could hardly remember the last time he had the pleasure of feeling at peace like this.

Still, sleep came and went, sometimes it was just a small, insignificant fragment of time— and Dion stirred as he felt a familiar sensation, heard the familiar rumble of Terence's voice, and slowly, his eyes opened as he took a deep breath of this warmth, this tranquility he so longed for.

“—... it's rare for you to be... awake before me.” His voice was quiet, raw from the night, and Dion shifted into a languid, slow stretch, still at Terence's side, but finally looking at him. One hand found his lovers' chest, slowly caressed the warm, inviting skin.

“... have you had bad dreams again, my love?”

poppies-on-fire

The soft tenor tickled goose bumps from his body, familiar and precious.

Terence adjusted his arm to accomodate for the languid stretch of a tired body against his own before sliding it back over his lover's shoulders, pads of his fingers a slow brush on sleep-warmed skin.

"A few," He replied with the raw honesty he knew Dion would expect. "You died."

There was a certain clarity to his dreams these days, a recurring menace to his peace that faded into a dull ache and settled low in the pit of his stomach after waking. An old wound. Familiar.

Terence rolled his next breath up against his lover's palm, chest lifting a bit further off the bed than would have been necessary. He wanted this touch, desired the warmth that was not his own, to chase the sting of his nightmares from his muscles.

The caress of his own fingers traversed the curve of Dion's shoulders and found the dip between them before it cascaded down his spine. He found an old scar to its side and rubbed his thumb along its edge, careful not to aggravate the tissue.

The light was slowly travelling up the wooden frame of the bed and spilled onto the sheets, dipping the exposed skin of Dion's nape into orange hues. In a few moons, it would be bronzed from sun exposure and shining golden in this light. Terence swallowed.

"Has your rest been sufficient, my prince?"

He made no effort to banish the rasp from his voice. His lips found the top of his lover's head, pressed against it, tugged at a strand of hair falling off to the side.

#lightwxrden #rp #teredion #[dragon knight]#(help they're so sweet)#(aughhh i just want them to be happy)

۞۞۞۞۞

send me a “۞” and I’ll introduce you to one of my other muses.

@lightwxrden

The wind is frigid, its gales a trusty companion in this season, and the Coerthan storms have covered the city and its outskirts in thick layers of heavy white.

The crunch of boots skipping around on snow accompanies every step up to the house, thuds and low growls a warning to the scene playing out at its front.

Straw has mingled with frosted soil and grass, its blades trampled inbetween kicks and punches at a dummy's mangled body. It looks like it's seen better days, and really, it's probably been fixed at least half a dozen times inbetween training sessions.

The assailant's breathing is accelerated, brows drawn in sharp focus on the dummy's head, and the next roundhouse kick takes it off in a clean blow in a flurry of powdery snow. The erupting snarl is victorious.

The man turns, pointed ears twitching at the approaching steps, and something cracks through his frown, splits it down the middle. He grins.

"You're late! I was getting cold, so I started without you. Find a wyrm on your way back?"

(I've been playing FFXIV since its 2.0 release 10 years ago, and my character never changed all that much aside from hairstyles and color scheme. After a time, it was a natural thing to start shaping him as an OC, and he's my joy and pride to this day, be it in raid or when he decorates the house with his in-game husband.

He's not the most welcoming guy to approach, but will warm up if given time and reason to find trust. A devoted Monk in his earlier years– as well as my first two expansions–, he is a Scholar main nowadays, although it feels like he'd rather eat his pets than use them sometimes.)

#lightwxrden #ask #(okay listen i know you know him already but. BUT.)#(i'd 500% go into muse interaction with him. no questions asked.)#(precious cat bean.)#(he deserves everything i have and more)

send me a “۞” and I’ll introduce you to one of my other muses.

@phoenix-flamed

"Hmm? Is there something you need from me?

The ring of the door bell had been a surprise at this early hour, but its attendant didn't mind the disturbance for a second. He'd long gotten used to visitors at any time of day and— kami, was he grateful when they had the basic courtesy to greet him by the door instead of barging through the window nowadays!

A towel still slung around his shoulders, hair loose around them, he stepped off to the side with a smile.

"Come on in, I was about to prepare breakfast."

(The first muse I really got into as a teen was Iruka Umino, and while the original canon provides little actual information unless you dig deep, I really adored him for a very long time. I don't think I'll ever fully let him go!

The fandom also really had its hype for a long time. Not something I'd easily forget. We had such good times on Livejournal back at the time, although fandom wars were ridiculous, pff.)

#phoenix-flamed #ask #(he's close to my heart ok)#(too many portrayals were based around nothing but blushes and nose scratches and i got so tired of that)#(giving him layers and breathing life into him was a passion rather than a hobby)#(he was also the first of many side characters i fell for)