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@ringslain
Hello, hello! It’s your boy Allen, here with a LUNAFREYA NOX FLEURET from FINAL FANTASY XV. If you’re interested in interacting with a princess that has wordlessly accepted her duty that will inevitably lead to her death, consider hitting LIKE / REBLOG and we’ll check out your blog. We’re open to interacting with original characters, other fandoms, etc. This is a side blog, however, so we’ll be following / following back from huemarred.
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕.. 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕
𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊..
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iribells:
┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲ treating characters as the multi-faceted works they are and not taking a single trait or running gag and conflating it to be their entire personality ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔
ciitylghts:
GENTLE PSA; the best way to interact with me is through memes. you could send that thing @ me even though i’ve posted it five months ago and i’d still answer and appreciate it. it’s hard to think up starters out of the blue unless they’re plotted, but memes are just good and gives you a general idea of what’s happening. so please, if you see a meme on my blog, SEND THE MEME.
ME, REMOVING KNIFE I HAVE BEEN STABBED WITH: ‘FINDERS KEEPERS’
Reblog this if you rp crossovers
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lickmyemr:
I honestly want to know how many there are, because I know I can’t be the only one who loves to drop their muse into places they’d never normally go. XD
YESS!!
I will feel the pain and stay & here is my heart for you to hold feel the warm blood flow through my cold ( prev. glacianwove ) by vesta !
FFXV GENTIANA // SHIVA
“Anyone seen my kid? He’s about this tall, clearly gay, probably skipping class with Prince Definitely Not His Boyfriend?”
@ringslain ♡
“No, I’m telling you I don’t know how I got here. Honestly, I had no idea this was a restricted area. Also, I’m not a spy for Necco Wafer or whatever you just said. Do you think every girl walking around is a spy? I’m just missing my companion, he will be along shortly.”
Serah was sweating bullets, this was one hell of a paradox because she couldn’t even recognize anything around. Was this even the same timeline? Was this an alternate reality? She wasn’t sure, but what she did know was she was in deep deep trouble if she didn’t figure out a way to clear her name. Blue eyes caught a glimpse of a man walking past, that wasn’t Noel but he would have to do. She would gamble with her odds, may luck be in her favor. She raised her hand at him and waved. She didn’t know him in the slightest, but he was her only chance. Her voice shifted, sounding more innocent and cute.
“Oh, there you are! I’m so glad I found you! Will you PLEASE tell this guy I wasn’t snooping around. You left me alone, and you know I have a tendency to get lost.”, her voice and eyes were pleading with the stranger to play along.
She bit her lip as she looked up at him as if to say please throw me a bone. If not she was going to rot in a prison where she didn’t even know walking around here was a crime. She still had too much she needed to do, Lightning was still out there somewhere. C’mon, did Serah look like a genuinely bad person to him? Large doe eyes were practically watering as her small frame shook, she was terrified and it was obvious.
This is what he gets for not being a devout follower of the Six, Nyx thinks. He has something of a distaste for being drug into matters that don’t involve him by strangers that don’t know him, as if he doesn’t have enough going on during the day to occupy him.
That didn’t mean he could ignore the girl’s pleading eyes or the tears lingering at the edges of them. Were he here to witness it, Nyx was sure Libertus would laugh at him for going soft—and Nyx would say he had every right to.
"At ease," Nyx tells the Crownsguard that was harassing the poor girl. Deceptive as the Niffs could be, this kid looked like little more than a delicate flower and the way she stood out from everyone else in the vicinity suggested that espionage and infiltration was not forte.
If she was a spy, Niflheim was terrible at training them.
"She just moved here from Lestallum. Friend of my son’s.”
It’s a lie, but she’s close enough to his son’s age for it to pass as believable for anyone that had seen the boy in question—and he’d question anyone that hadn’t, given how loud he was. It’d have to be a conscious effort on anyone’s part for them to not know about him.
"Keep track of yours, Ulric."
"As you say," he says, a scarce hint of irritation in his voice at the sight of disdain in the other’s eyes, though the soldier doesn't seem to notice it as he departs from their side, leaving the young lady to him. "You know, you might not catch so much attention if it didn't look like you belonged in a... What did he call it?"
He pauses for a brief second before it returns to him. "An RPG."
about duplicates
Duplicates are friends, not rivals.
Duplicates have the right to rp the same muse as you are.
Duplicates are not here to steal your friends/partners.
Duplicates bring in their own interpretation and uniqueness to their muse.
I do UNDERSTAND there are duplicates who were problematic, like stealing headcanons and ideas from their muns who are rping the same character they are. You have the absolute right to be wary, ignore them, and not befriend them. Though, for the most part, they’re all here to have fun and bring in their own style. And I am starting to notice people are leaving fandoms merely because there are muns who hates “competition”.
Since when did rping become a contest to see who’s the best?
Like I said, you have the right of not wanting to associate or befriending with duplicates especially if you made it known in your rules. But throwing in the passive aggressive attitude and telling others not to interact with them, ostracizing them from the community is not the right way to do it if you feel insecure around them. There’s the block button and tumblr savior.
Most importantly: You have the right to be insecure, but your mental illness is not a valid excuse to be mean.
“If this is the last thing I see it will all have been worth it…”
“Is he always this over dramatic?”
“Y…yeah”
Lun will save your ass by finding a loophole.
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★ ▌STARTER CALL — ❛ @ofgunblades.
Coming to, the first thing that Nyx takes note of is the burning sensation spreading from his left arm up his neck and down his chest like a fire had been lit in his veins.
And that wasn’t an inaccurate description of what had happened to him. What surprised him more than that was that he still lived, that he awoke to any feeling at all, though there’s little of that in his left arm.
He can scarcely move it, actually.
It’s with his right hand that he pushes himself up, alerting the familiar face of another glaive to his awakening. They’re at his side in an instant, trying to convince him to lie back down, to continue his recovery, but a fellow glaive should know better than anyone that he’s not so inclined.
"This is all that's left?"
Though it’s phrased like a question, it isn’t much of one. The other glaive doesn't need to answer to confirm what he already knows. Eyes scour the few survivors that litter the makeshift shelter. All of them are injured, though the severity varies from person to person. Most are people he knows, though none are the close friends he’d spent so much time with prior to the attack.
Even the few people scurrying about the room lending aid to others were injured and when he waves them away from him, they return to the side of the woman they’d been tending to a moment ago.
The scowl on her face was familiar and it takes a moment for her name to come to him through the fog born of the chaos of the past few days. Was it days? How long had he been out?
"Lightning," Nyx greets as he swings his legs over the side of what he presumed was supposed to be a makeshift bed. "You look like shit."
It sounds like an insult, but there’s a sarcastic edge in rasped out words that suggest otherwise. They all looked like they'd been hit by a truck and probably felt like it, too. But Nyx wagered he looked the worst, skin turned ashen and veins alight with fire that was slowly going out.
If she looked like shit, what the hell was he?
croweoftheglaive:
Errant sparks flying wherever she looked, more than a few burnt sleeves, a blond recruit with a particularly nasty-looking burn across his the back of his hand, a practice dummy reduced to nothing but a pile of ash and that was without mentioning that patch of charred grass – new recruits were nothing if not draining. Fire could be finicky, could be difficult to control in inexperienced hands and so whichever way she turned, she found another overeager recruit struggling to rein in their new abilities.
If only they could follow simple instructions ( open palm, unwavering focus ), they might find themselves holding fire in their hand. But no, no, instead they gave her sparks, charred uniforms and singed hair.
On the other side of the coin, though, where they had fallen to the bottom, these new kids could only improve, right?
If only she could force herself to believe that.
“None of them are cut out for my line of work,” turning to face Nyx, she spoke without thinking, “Already had to send one of them down to the infirmary. Nasty burn right across his hand, thought a fist would give his magic more of a pow.” With a shake of her head, she nodded to the blackened grass, “As for that disaster, don’t ask.”
But they couldn’t all be in a race to the bottom, could they?
“What about your group?” Folding her arms across her chest, she glanced across the training yard to where Libertus stood, “Better luck?”
( @ringslain )
Nyx breathes out a humorless laugh when she speaks of her recruits—the damage they're already causing—and part of him is grateful that his ability to fling spells hadn't placed him here with her
Progress was slow in all areas of training, though Nyx was more apt to blame that on most of them being young and from Insomnia. Few grasped the dangers outside of the wall the way the Galahdians did, familiar with the fight to survival that had inevitably lead to them leaving their homes.
They weren't taking it seriously and it was still a matter of time to see which ones would wise up and which would have their privileges revoked, borrowed magic returned to the king.
"Let's just say a few of them didn't listen when Libertus warned them not to have breakfast."
Warping made the stomach churn. People like Nyx were used to it, whereas Libertus struggled more with it, preferring the less tumultuous phasing over the flashy flitting through the air that Nyx was well known for.
"Nobody's taken a nasty fall yet, luckily," he says, though that's not including the numerous close calls, saved only because of the glaives overseeing their training. "Couple of them are starting to figure it out."
▸ @ringslain || mikaze starter call
|| 聖風 || :: “ that light … ” this REALM had struck her as peculiar. it wasn’t like any human kingdom she had ever set foot upon, and to be witnessing this blue light granting mystic power to this person, the VALKYRIE couldn’t help noting its origin. it was similar to runes that the Allfather used upon asgard, but at the same time different all the same. this kingdom had mysterious power PROTECTING it — were they worshipers of gods ?
“ … that power … did you borrow them from the gods ? ” perhaps it wasn’t her place to even ask such a QUESTION, considering that she had landed upon this realm not too long ago, but her genuine curiosity when it comes to human’s link to the GODS was difficult to suppress for she yearned to find any CONNECTION she might be able to achieve … anything that made her feel the divine power where she belonged to again.
Approached by a woman in no way recognizable, Nyx’s first thought is not that she doesn’t belong, but that she’s new. New recruits among the Kingsglaive or Crownsguard wasn’t uncommon and it was feasible that they had finally hired on a new kitchen staff—the last, he’d heard, was horrible.
But the question she asks gives her away. Claiming ignorance about the existence of His Majesty’s magic was what jumped out as strange to him. Though details outside the glaive wasn’t widespread knowledge, everyone had at least a general idea of what the king was capable of us.
So why didn’t she?
Still, Nyx answers her. The information is harmless to share and perhaps it wasn’t the king’s magic, but the glaives’ ability to harness it that she was clueless about. That did little to quell his own confusion, however.
"It's on loan from His Majesty," Nyx answers her, eyebrows furrowing. He’s watching her, trying to gauge her intentions and if any of them counted as a threat against the crown. "His family has had it for generations; it’s supposedly a gift from the Astrals."
Supposedly, he says, making his shaky faith apparent. No god had ever swooped down at the last minute to save him from an otherwise inevitable death like His Majesty had. As far as Nyx was concerned, the king was the closest thing to a god that he believed in and if she was questioning him out of anything other than curiosity...
HOW MUCH OF A SINNER IS YOUR MUSE?
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Tagging: @cfastralmvses, @skyled, @gentlexbloom, @dupliici, @dcsidcrium, @origami-assassin, @stxrscourged & @lunaetis, if you guys haven’t and wanna because I dunno who’s been tagged anymore. I can’t even remember who I tagged LMAO.
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