where the stars are strange -- ;

indie agni of agni's philosophy adapted for final fantasy xv based on ffvs13 & pitioss theory

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         Written by Calis.

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‘ wait, so what’s this about vertically challenged niffs? ‘

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Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.

Michelle K. (via makeandgather)

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    SNORTING AT HER MOCKERY, leroi proceeded to chug a considerable amount of his drink to prove a point   —  only to feel the burning substance about to spray from tensed lips at the revelation. crystal? ifrit? who exactly was this woman — or more importantly, WHAT.  ❛  you’re claiming quite major things with little to back them up, you know. besides knocking me out for a few hours, what else is there you can do?  ❜  the daemon wouldn’t want to give her too much credit of course, his glass nurtured between idle fingers while waiting for another cue to drink ( aish, these mortal nutriments had become quite addictive to someone whose diet hardly depended on them ).

  ’ careful there , champ . not interested in any dead daemons , here , ‘ she couldn’t help but quip with a mirthful shadow of a smile through the shot of vodka that warmed her throat pleasantly . guess it came with the turf , doubting who and what she was . well , at least in terms of lineage . who the hell would believe it that easily ? even she didn’t , in all honesty . like , hey , this tiny shards is a remnant of the infernian’s power ? sounded bullish , and understandably so . ‘ wish i could , but the niffs kinda torched my home , dude . besides , our history is more oral than written . leave it to them to pull the wool over our eyes for life , ‘ agni scoffed derisively , feeling the hurt of her family’s loss well hot and ragged in her breast . nothing more vodka wouldn’t fix .

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‘ what i lack in macho man aesthetics, i make up for in neato pistol tricks. ’ he laughs, mock firing with finger pistols in the direction of the myriad of magitek soldiers he’d just taken down. he grins as he stands to his full height, still shorter than her but less dramatically so now that he’s not kneeling dramatically in the dirt. ‘ c’mon, agni. they’re pretty neat. right? ’ / @sacrivice. starter call (accepting).

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  ‘ why would you wanna be some souped up meathead, anyways ? ‘ agni couldn’t help but ask with a snort , striding towards the blond as she admittedly couldn’t help but admire his handiwork . MT’s looked better down and out , after all . though , agni can’t help but rest her chin on his shoulder and fold her arms against his back , a friendly nuisance -- one might say . ‘ neato burrito ! so , you need healing , ducky ? think i’ve got a jinxed water bottle with your name on it . ‘

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kisses his cheek <3 -sacrivice B/C HELLO

ＳＯＬＨＥＩＭ' ＳＵＬＡＴＡＮＡ ( ᵃᵍᶰᶤ ) | @sacrivice

EMBRACING PEACE AND SILENCE, love lives well with those other birds : in a palace of gold, where the reign of serenity drapes all in the glory of its beauty, lovers are crowned. And though philosophy should have been the only matter a king should have devoted his attention to, there’s a figure, a ghost walking silently with eyes ô so pretty and lips even more convincing. She needs not to speak to order, for this heart of hers is enough to make anyone bow - and so, the scroll that was laying upon the laps of a savior is quickly forgotten.LIKE THE MORNING DEW KISSING A ROSE’S PETALS, she presses a kiss upon sun-bathed skin - an ephemeral joy that the mind remembers forever, as fleeting as this moment was. And thus, no scripture can win over this war she starts in his heart, like other tales of an other world would have told ( Helen, beware, for one day, you shall fall ). There is but one choice : lower your weapon, young David, young Salomon, for she is way more cunning than you could have been ! She knows how to wrap her little finger around your soul and let you allow her vagaries to be yours - nd though you know exactly the game she plays, you will never shut her down.

EYES OF GOLD BID FAREWELL TO ANCIENT TEXTS, as they know gaze upon the world’s Empress ; A fondness hardly hidden melting this precious metal into rivers of shimmering love and kindness ( an expression only the past could know of him ). —— Solem aleyxem, Motek. “ FORMAL ARE HIS WORDS, but his actions lack the grace his voice carries ; For like a young boy, illusion of love haunting his spirit, demanding hands grabs the rich frabric of her dress, pulling her gently into his lap. Nevertheless, as lips were to meet in a warm embrace, the sound of destruction tear apart the silent - and the parchment too. EMBARASSMENT COLORS HIS CHEEKS, while a smile helps him conceal the troubles consequences will bring. —— Well, love, I believe my haste will cause great grief to the court’ scribe…. “

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❛ One has to live a long time to know a man’s true nature. ❜

  he amused her so very much . always with a grim cloud hung over him , brooding and brooding until it rained upon everyone within sight . draping herself on his shoulders , she prodded the chewing tobacco to his lips until she might shove some within the space of his inner cheek and molars , doing so without so much as a word . oh , he’d thank her later . she sucked on some herself , relishing in the pleasant sense of mild vertigo it gave her , still relishing more in the flavor of good hashish through a hookah pipe . it coated her lungs and calmed her . nuzzling into the emperor’s neck , agni smiled wryly , shaking her head .  ‘ and which man might that be ? you ? the footman ? the king across the sea ? the dead one buried so deep the worms cannot rot him ? there are so many men with so many lifetimes . unless you are immortal , you cannot possibly know them all , you silly man . ‘

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❛ There is no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age. ❜

  how the lucian matron’s words seemed to seep and sting like a tenebrous poison . what innocence ? the innocence that before the butchery of her family ? when they strained to hear a hacked radio broadcast lucian radio programs from galdin quay that had seen her struggle to learn their tongue ? cobbling what little they had to make threadbare clothes as part of the poorer district of ancyra while magitek troops and high officers swanned about like they’d been the ones to write their names in the stone ? no , innocence had died because it never suited her . it had died and was buried with her mother and her mother’s mother .  ‘ what innocence ? i am sorry , i do not know what it is . ‘

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gives agni..... a very good....... cheek kiss

  ‘ aw , heya ducky ! ‘ she can’t help but sound cheerful as the young woman all but winds the whole of her arms around the blond , almost teetering them both over like a paper boat floating through puddles and ponds . though it’s only upon the cheek , she can’t help but adore the shorter man and peppers the whole of his face with kisses, soft and tender and adoring . she holds them close together, protective and adoring and reluctant to release prompto so soon .

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 BOOK STARTERS VOL.31    ( LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA )   ( GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ )  

❛ Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves. ❜

❛ You’re too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and thanks to that we manage to endure the burden of the past. ❜

❛ Love, no matter what else it might be, is a natural talent. You are either born knowing how, or you never know. ❜

❛ Whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life. ❜

❛ There is no God worth worrying about. ❜

❛ The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love. ❜

❛ Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. ❜

❛ Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the very end in itself. ❜

❛ Only God knows how much I love you. ❜

❛ There is no greater glory than to die for love. ❜

❛ Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies. ❜

❛ Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don’t last your whole life. ❜

❛ Today, when I saw you, I realised that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion. ❜

❛ I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century. ❜

❛ I want to be myself again, to recover all that I was obliged to give up. ❜

❛ The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name. ❜

❛ This soup tastes like windows. ❜

❛ Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist? ❜

❛ One has to live a long time to know a man’s true nature. ❜

❛ No, not rich, I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing. ❜

❛ My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse. ❜

❛ That may be the reason he does so many things, so that he will not have to think. ❜

❛ Love if it exists, is something separate: another life. ❜

❛ Things did not go as badly for me as they would for you. ❜

❛ There are things you do only for love. ❜

❛ I’ll have plenty of time to rest when I die. ❜

❛ There is no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age. ❜

❛ You treat me as if I were just anybody. ❜

❛ The symptoms of love are the same as those of cholera. ❜

❛ There is no law, human or divine, that you have not ignored. ❜

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like this for a starter!

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This is just the beginning. Right?

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❝ Do you think I’ll make a good father? ❞ ( from savior Ardyn, let's ask the questions that hurts l m a o )

  she still couldn’t believe it . when they had awoken that morn , something had felt different . by the passage of the moon that dictated her own cycles , it had been missing . it had been going on , certainly , yet for reasons fathomless and yet so unknown . sun shone through the cotton curtains draped from wooden poles above lifted in those shy morning breezes , the sunlight emerging through vales of pastel that misted the horizon like garments of linen and silk . everything felt different , she knew it . and perhaps her husband did , too . agni did not arise immediately , instead turning over to the reposing king and watching as the dawn caressed over the contours of his visage, bronzed from days of healing in the sun . that had colored him as much as it did the sultana , unable to help the inexorable wont of closeness with tenderness in those emerald green eyes . 

  the woman rolled half of herself on his chest and felt the lucian stir with a smile , a hint of mischief present in her own . bare-chested but not entirely nude , her hear could hear his heartbeat , feel it beat beneath her palm . thrumming with all the activity of a butterfly , or a hummingbird , perhaps . though , once that amber eye cracked open and a tired smile flitted to the man’s visage , betraying his now wakefulness . she seemed like a cat lain upon him , arms crossed upon his chest whilst they were loathe to disturb it . 

  oh … those words . they sent a bittersweet pang in her , flushing happily despite herself . though the haze of sleep seemed to drift away , it had sharpened and suddenly the warm contentment as the dawn seemed to set and agni’s own eyes became worried with him . she rest her chin upon his sternum before craning a swan-like neck to touch her lips to ardyn’s , a briefly melancholy expression crossing her own . 

  ‘ of course you will be , habibi . no man i know is as gentle , who could inspire the sun to shine . surely , this one shall think of you as i do , shall love as fondly . and you will be wonderful to them , ya albi . ‘

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@blcckbrd -- ;

Calloused hands found themselves running over equally worn face. He could hear the chirping, as per usual, and his children scattered along the walls of his palace. All of their eyes looking and seeing and watching. But he could sense it. The rising.

Something was rising. It always was.

He tensed when he felt her arms around him, but he knew that scent and even the man that held no real allies could relax with her. So far, she had proven and earned that much from him, though he did not return the embrace.

“I doubt I am ever anything different.” He replied as he broke away, his sunken eyes settled to meet her own.

        “You’re back. Earlier than expected.”

  agni circled around his throne with a telltale glint in her eye , one that was wanting and desirous . and why wouldn’t it be ? she could see the tension nestled atop his shoulders that weighed wearily on his person . without much in terms of preamble , agni straddled his lap with a rather delighted smile adorning her lips .

  ‘ i can’t say i find that entirely offensive about you , effendi , ‘ the scholar admitted with that look remaining affixed to olive skin . her hands perched atop his shoulders and remained there , even though those emerald eyes belatedly betrayed her own indecision . 

  ‘ maybe you need to relax . ‘ this was said without much else thought , feeling far braver than she felt . though an adventurous woman , some roads weren’t all easily crossed .

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THANKS TO ALL OF YOU for the amazing memories, all the inspiration and passion you share on this website ! Writting this muse, in this fandom, has been - and still is - such a great experience ; you really helped me to develop my style and even my portrayal - But more than just that, I’ve made great friends along the way. Y'all are beautiful nerds, never let anyone tell u the contrary.( and for that, I’m forever grateful ). PALS, you bunch of memes, you cool dudes, you’re wonderful. I’m glad I’ve met you and hope we’ll continue to talk and spend white nights talking about nonsense. Stay fresh.

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Offers her some cover from the storm with his umbrella.

  it had been close . visiting meryem and lucien in altissia was always a high risk , always involving some convoluted scheme to smuggle herself as a stowaway – which was a feat in and of itself given her fugitive status and complete inability to read . something lucien didn’t have time to teach her . so , dressed as plainly as anyone within the city obsessed with its haute couture could , she almost blended in – almost . there were always those hiccups , when her accent became too thick or the language she spoke was recognizable as one silently outlawed outside of solheim’s unrecognized borders . still , that didn’t stop her in the least , the need for family and solutions still so desperate .   having stopped from breathlessness , the sole one wandering the streets crosshatched by innumerable canals that spanned the whole of the city . it sucked , having to duck and hide whenever the MT patrols were around , but her being a fugitive didn’t help that . peering over a corner from an alleyway , green eyes scrutinized the vicinity , only to be startled by a man who appeared as foreign as she did . a tourist exploring the city on his own ? nodding uncertainly , it was as much a wary thanks as she could think of giving .  ‘ thank you … signore . ‘