INVOKE, SPARK.

ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵍⁿⁱˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ

[rosafulmen]

#𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐍  ━━━  a  combination  of  the  Latin  words  for ‘rose’ and  ‘lightning’ ;  a  study  of  strength,  endurance  and  the  defiance  of  the  divine.  Wielded  by SEA :  she  /  her,  twenty-eight,  GMT+8  time  zone  /  Australia.  This  blog  takes  heavy  inspiration  from  Halsey’s  album  ‘If  I  Can’t  Have  Love,  I  Want  Power’.  Please  read  my  google  doc  before  following  me.

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[rosafulmen]

UGHUGHUGH. I don't really want to move Light to my multi, but I am really struggling to maintain this blog as its own entity. For now, I'm going to put her on @abyssine until my mental health / attention span sorts itself out.

[rosafulmen]

UGHUGHUGH. I don't really want to move Light to my multi, but I am really struggling to maintain this blog as its own entity. For now, I'm going to put her on @abyssine until my mental health / attention span sorts itself out.

[rosafulmen]

UGHUGHUGH. I don't really want to move Light to my multi, but I am really struggling to maintain this blog as its own entity. For now, I'm going to put her on @abyssine until my mental health / attention span sorts itself out.

[rosafulmen]

UGHUGHUGH. I don't really want to move Light to my multi, but I am really struggling to maintain this blog as its own entity. For now, I'm going to put her on @abyssine until my mental health / attention span sorts itself out.

[rosafulmen]

UGHUGHUGH. I don't really want to move Light to my multi, but I am really struggling to maintain this blog as its own entity. For now, I'm going to put her on @abyssine until my mental health / attention span sorts itself out.

[leneemusing]

just more misc memes

“  it’s not something i usually talk about,  because it’s not something most people can understand.  ” 

“  i don’t need to be understood.  i just want to be accepted.  ”

“  the harder you fight against the paths life puts you on,  the steeper the climb becomes,  the worse the falls.  ”

“  i’ve always been honest about what sort of person i am.  there’s few indignities worse than lying to oneself.  ”

“  the sooner you accept what you are,  the sooner you can embrace the strengths that come with it.  ”

“  i find there are two sorts of people.  those who talk too much and think too little.  and those with too many thoughts and not enough words.  ”  

“  it’s not so much that letting someone know who i really am scares me.  it just seems tedious to spend all that time pulling back the layers and asking to be understood,  when there’s that chance they’ll leave anyway.  ”

“  i don’t like how you looked at me then.  i don’t ever want to see that in your eyes again when i’m reflected in them.  ”

“  there’s a lot of people in this world just existing.  going from one thing to the next in an endless cycle until they die.  ”  

“  it’s not shallow confidence when i tell you i’m not the sort of person you want to go making an enemy out of.  trust my experience.  careful how you tread. ”  

“  i can’t walk this path with you.  but i can be there when you reach the end of it.  ”

“  you want to tell me something—  i can see it.  so you might as well speak.  ”  

“  the unfortunate truth is,  i think i’d forgive any flaw in a person if they loved me enough.  ” 

“  is there really nothing i could do that would scare you away from me?  ”

“  why did you think i wouldn’t notice you?  ”

“  why didn’t you come to me for help?  why wouldn’t i have helped?  ” 

“  do you think my love for you is so little that you hurting me would make a difference in showing up when you need me?  ”

“  what was that— you got this look in your eyes just now and then pushed it back down.  tell me what you were thinking.  ”

“  i don’t need anything from you.  i’m here because i want to be.  ”

“  i won’t reject your help.  but you must know none of this will be easy.  ”

“  i’m already involved.  so tell me the truth.  and let us figure it out together.  ”

“  don’t you try and treat me like i’m just anyone else in a crowded room.  i know you.  ”  

“  you swallow your words and bury your thoughts so often.  i would love to see the day it all comes barreling out.  ”

“  i think there’s more inside you than everyone else would believe.  and i think that’s how you want it.  you like to be underestimated.  ”

“  i find comfort in being misunderstood.  ”

“  one day,  you’re going to snap.  and i would pay millions to be there to see it.  ”

“  what i wouldn’t give to know all the secrets hiding behind those eyes.  ”

“  love is a knife.  we either cut ourselves in the process of falling,  or slice the arteries of the one we adore.  ” 

“  nothing is worth your self destruction.  ”

[rosafulmen]

I decided I'm not going to move, but I have done a cleanout of inactive followers / some posts on this blog. If you got caught up in the soft block and you were active, my apologies ! You're welcome to refollow at any time, I just want a more accurate representation of followers and interest.

[rosafulmen]

i  have  barely  used  this  blog  and  already  i  am  thinking  about  moving...  idk  if  a  soft  reboot  or  a  complete  overhaul  will help.

[rosafulmen]

random  wishlist  of  ideas  i’d  love  to  explore  for  light  (  kind  of  an  ice-breaker,  kind  of  like  a  springboard  )  :

anything  in  her  verses  tag.  or,  when  looking  more  at  the  themes,  explorations  of  guardianship  and  its  failings,  what  makes  a  god  a  god  (  the  question  of  benevolence  verses  malevolence  ),  clawing  oneself  from  the  brink,  themes  of  found  family  and  love  despite  unfathomable  odds.

explorations  of  the  verses  xiii  lore;  including,  but  not  limited  too  :  the  influence  of  etro,  light’s  memories  as  ‘the  saviour’  and  what  that  means  for  this  new  world,  watching  the  war  of  a  world  she  helped  bring  about  (  all  the  while  knowing  most  of  the  world  has  no  memory  of  her  or  her  friend’s  sacrifices  ),  themes  of  faux  gods,  worship  and  the  suspension  of  vahalla.  there  are  so  many  themes  that  can  be  snatched  from  both  xiii  and  xv,  take  your  pick.

i  have  to  properly  write  out  my  kingdom  hearts  verse,  but  literally  anything  in  that.  lightning  and  her  sister  were  from  radiant  garden  but  she’s  very  estranged  from  the  main  crew.  let  her  mentor  the  kids.  let  the  kids  crack  past  her  protective  layer  to  all  those  themes  of  hope,  perseverance,  and  strength  of  heart.  watch  light  panic  when  serah  runs  off  to  help  them.  let  her  begrudgingly  assist  because  she  claims  she  ‘doesn’t  care  about  them’  (  she  absolutely  does ).

anything  to  do  with  the  horror  /  existentialism  of  being  the  saviour???  the  very  fact  light  had  no  guarantee  she  would  remember  people  in  the  next  world  and  vice  versa  so  every  ‘saving’  was  just  a  heralding  to  death.  that  liminal  space  of  being  like  ‘we  have  no  promise  of  tomorrow,  so  let’s  live  for  today’.

same  deal  with  l’cie,  just  a  different  topping.  what  if  tomorrow  our  brands  advance  and  we  lose  ourselves.  what  makes  us  who  we  are.  what  makes  us  monsters  ?  just  all  the  horror  of  gran  pulse  and  seeing  those  cie'th  stones.

angst.  i  am  an  angst  fiend.  again,  the  xiii  verse  deals  with  a  lot  of  themes  of  loss  /  death  and  how  people  cope  with  it.

anything  where  light  is  a  bodyguard  sounds  absolutely  hilarious.  let  her  make  flying  commentary  under  her  breath  while  your  muse  holds  it  together.  let  them  take  her  to  places  she  would  HATE.

i’ll  probably  expand  on  this  later,  this  is  just  a  dump.

character  specific:

hope  —  to  this  day,  i  have  still  not  roleplayed  with  a  hope  and  i  am  DESPERATE  to  explore  the  bond  between  them.  give  me  all  the  themes  of  family  and  light  coming  to  terms  with  how  poorly  she’s  treated  serah  through  him.  let  her  do  right  by  hope.  let  her  love  him,  protect  him  and  watch  him  become  a  man.  give  me  all  the  themes  of  how  his  name  embodies  what  he  is  to  her.

serah  —  a  lot  of  the  same  themes  as  hope.  ALSO  if  serah’s  want  to  indulge  in  my  snow/light  angst  i  will  just  eat  that  up  for  breakfast.  it’s  the  absolute  self-hatred  lightning  has  that  her  sister  is  in  crystal /  dead  and  she’s  alive  and  she’s  still  managing  to  ruin  her  life.  how  serah  responds  is  totally  up  to  you.  also  themes  of  sisterhood  and  companionship.  let  them  go  to  coffee  shops.  let  light  teach  her  how  to  do  her  hair  and  makeup  when  their  mother  died.  PLEASE.

snow  —  hi,  i  ship  them.  outside  of  that,  just  the  development  of  their  bond  ;  where  light  once  considered  him  an  adversary,  now  he  is  a  friend.  how  his  staunch  optimism  imprinted  on  her  to  the  degree his  ambivalence  in  returns  gave  her  the  worst  anxiety  attack  of  her  life.

fang  —  how  two  women  can  be  the  same  but  also  very  different.  themes  of  guardianship  and  looking  after  those  smaller/weaker  than  you  (  the  costs,  the  sacrifices,  etc  ), drawing  strength  from  each  other.  the  growing  pains  and  awkwardness  of  two  people  primed  for  war  now  having  to  all  but  domesticate  at  the  end  of  LR.

vanille  —  a  lot  of  the  same  themes  of  sisterhood  that  i  applied  to  serah.  exploration  of  godhood  and  its  flaws  (  girlie  you  absolutely  did  not  need  to  pull  your  shit  in  LR,  love  you  ).

sazh  —  dajh’s  awkward  babysitter,  lightning.  i  love  the  role  he  took  in  xiii  as  a  sort  of  semi-parental  figure  /  guide.  he  wasn’t  overbearing  or  pushed  boundaries,  but  there  was  a  mutual  exchange  of  ideas  and  advice.  let  him  complain  his  bones  are  old  and  creaking  but  he’s  loving  every  second  of  it  and  light  just  smirks  so  sardonically  and  ups  the  anti.

[rosafulmen]

Today  I  am  having  thoughts  of  a  young  Miss Claire  Farron  gently  carrying  Serah  to  bed  after  a  long  day.  Back  when  her  mother  was  still  alive  but  her  father  had  passed  away,  kind  of  assuming  that  pseudo-parental  role.  Thinking  about,  given  how  strong  she  is  still  today,  I  would  not  put  it  past  her  to  keep  doing  it.

[oftagetes-deactivated20221002]

HOW TO TRIM YOUR POSTS USING THE BETA TEXT EDITOR!!

as many of you know, a lot of us in the rpc on here are struggling to actually do what we want on here ( which is roleplay ) due to the recent events of the staff forcing us to use the beta text editor. now while the beta text editor does have some rather nifty features (such as adding color to our text now), there isn’t a way to outright cut our posts making it nothing short of tedious and annoying. that’s why i’m making this post right now.

Keep reading

[demonsfate-deactivated20260101]

this is also important because even if y’all don’t plan on using beta now, tumblr staff has stated they do eventually plan on getting rid of legacy, and completely replacing it with beta. so, it’s best to keep this on hand for when that does happen.

[gethprime]

"Just say it! Any l'Cie... Anyone who might ever become a l'Cie should be wiped off the face Cocoon. It's people like you that started the Purge in the first place."

[rosafulmen]

hello!  as  i  know  these  always  get  more  traction :  do  you  like  gunbreaker  girls  with  a  whole  lot  of  attitude and  too  much  pastel ?  well,  don’t  i  have  the  deal  for  you !this  is  a  private,  semi-selective  LIGHTNING  FARRON  from  the  xiii  trilogy,  stormed  by sea. if  you  could  give  this  a  ♡  if  you’re  interested  in  interacting  and  a  ↺  for  me  to  find  new  partners,  it  would  be  appreciated  !

[rosafulmen]

arcane  starters /  accepting  |  @famuran​  |  ❝ we  can’t  change  what  fate  has  in  store  for  us,  but  we  don’t  have  to  face  it  alone. ❞

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐒  𝐃𝐑𝐘  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑'𝐒  𝐀𝐈𝐑,  —  caustic,  as  if  all  the  humour  had  been  torn  away  like  dew  from  unfurling  leaves  left  to  wither  in  the  baking  steam.  “ Trust  a  sky  pirate  to  still  believe  in  fate,”  she  answered,  more  bemused  than  biting,  but  the  familiar  fold  of  her  arms  betrayed  a  woman  who  still  kept  some  of  her  distance.

Old  professions  bred  ancient  superstitions,  she  supposed  ;  no  less  different  than  her  sister’s  knife  pressed  keen  to  her  outer  thigh.  ‘ A  good  luck  charm, ’  Serah  once  explained  —  something  to  keep  her  safe,  physically  and  spiritually,  even  if  she  were  partial  to  the  former  to  spite  the  latter.  𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄  had  always  felt  like  a  joke  to  Lightning,  something  people  fell  back  on  when  other  excuses  would  no  longer  cut,  and  she  would  not  believe  for  a  second  that  the  outcome  of  her  decisions  were  by  the  whim  of  greater  machinations.  It  implied  there  was  a  lack  of  choice,  something  she  rejected  as  the  arbiter  of  her  own  story.

“ Yeah,  we  don’t  have  to  face  it  alone. ”  That  agreement  came  easily  enough  (  almost  too  easy  when  one  considered  how  little  company  the  soldier  kept,  though  Balthier  had  a  way  of  ensnaring  her  with  his  little  web  of  charms  )  but,  when  she  looked  at  him,  those  eyes  of  steel  blue  were  tempered  with  indignation.  “ But  screw  fate.  We  can  make  our  own  destiny  without  divine  intervention.”

[aasterites]

GODDESS - /godis’/noun

WHAT FLOWS INSIDE YOUR VEINS? the blood of a giant. she slumbers under a mountain and as the rock crumbles she sighs in her sleep, pulling dirt closer like a living blanket, she breathes in earth like oxygen, safe, safe while she sleeps.

WHAT FLOWS INSIDE YOUR VEINS? starlight. rivers of it, shifting liquid starlight drawn from the sky into my skin, there is starlight in these arteries, thick like glue, a shade of purple mixed from glitter paint and day old bruises.

INDIE + PRIVATE STELLA NOX FLEURET  from final fantasy versus xiii. ( FF13 lore heavily incorporated / greek mythology inspired / kingdom hearts + verum rex verses / genshin tsaritsa verse  ) forever beloved and cherished most by : AILLI.

[rosafulmen]

arcane  starters  /  accepting  |  @topmechaniic​  |   ❝ nobody  wins  in  war. ❞

" 𝐃𝐎  𝐈  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃  ? "  Spoken  like  a  reflex  ;  the  snap  of  jaws.  Spoken  before  she  fully  understood  the  implications  of  her  words  —  their  interpretation  like  fangs  in  open  wounds.  They  sat  mere  feet  apart  from  each  other,  Lightning  poised  atop  a  pile  of  old  scrap  metal,  arms  around  her  left  knee,  while  Cindy  screwed  parts  of  her  bike  back  into  place.

Nobody  wins  in  a  war.  Not  the  mechanic,  forced  to  fuse  misaligned  parts  together  from  mangled  cars  and  war  machines,  to  the  solider  retrieving  them  from  placed  bathed  in  eternal  dark.  Even  now,  after  all  these  years,  the  occasional  flicker  of  fluorescence  was  enough  to  spark  a  dull  anxiety  in  her  bones,  hoping  the  waxing  technologies  of  Lestallum  might  keep  them  afloat  for  just  a  few  more  years.

The  sigh  she  gave  was  begrudging,  less  to  Cindy  and  more  to  herself  —  always  so  quick  to  anger,  it  was  why  she  spent  less  and  less  time  in  civilisation  since  the  King’s  disappearance.  “Personal  failure,”  she  once  attributed  dully,  knowing  full  well  her  part  was  minute  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things.  Yet  it  was  still  a  part  ;  she  was  no  less  a  Crownsguard  for  a  queen  that  never  was  ;  no  less  capable,  trained  or  responsible  when  it  came  to  her  duties,  as  minimal  and  short-lived  as  they  were.

“ Sorry. ”  The  word  rolled  awkward  from  the  tongue,  her  hand  moving  to  pull  her  hair  away  from  her  eyes.  Cindy  was  right,  after  all  :  no  one  wins  in  a  war.  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐘  𝐃𝐈𝐃  𝐈𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄  ?

“ Small victories, ”  she  pivoted,  gesturing  to  the  old  engine  held  in  Cindy’s  hand  —  the  ore,  more  chalky  than  crystal,  tossed  haphazardly  in  a  bucket  on  her  wall.  It  was  the  little  speckles  of  joy  that  pierced  the  night.  As  much  as  she  could  improve  their  tech,  she  could  paint  it  too.  Light  had  been  particular  in  scouting  out  such  areas  for  hues.