Oh, My Champion.

(multimuse, goddesses of death, renovating.) (the raven queen & Etro) (Sideblog)

[soindeath-blog]

∴beeeans∴

Noctis sort of froze as the woman talked about him being a hero with a blade in his heart; it wasn’t something he liked or embraced. He didn’t want to be a hero. He didn’t want to be the Chosen One or the King of Kings.

He was tired of people asking him for favors, too. Really tired.

“…I’m…kind of tired,” he started, hesitant to confess that because usually people scoffed at him when he confessed to being tired. Tired was never even the right word for it; it was more of an exhaustion, but who’d believe him? He doubted she would, either.

“And I don’t really think…that blessing’s a blessing…More like a curse.”

     A single, shallow nod was given in response.

❝   Apologies. Thou art deserving of all the rest in this fragile eternity.❞

     It was understandable- the world was exhausting. Everything wore upon everything else like an ocean at a cliff-face. The gods, in all their strength, bore such a thing differently than humans did. How unfair it was to place such a burden upon those built not to bear it.

❝    If thou truly does not wish the blade, would thou prefer some sort of rest? King with tired eyes, what would thy heart wish for?❞

      Fine, though. She would give up the rest of her sleep, for the cursed-blessing of a blade in her heart, metaphorical and not.

[soindeath-blog]

∴ beeeans ∴

“Ugh…” Not a fan of the title, for sure, but he’d grin and bear it because he had to. He ran his hands through his hair again, trying his best to wake up more, to get his brain to stop being so sluggish. It was a losing battle, but he’d manage. He’d managed his entire life, after all.

“A blessing and a favor…right…Well, I’ve risen, I’m awake, so…” Noctis gestured for her to continue, favoring Carbuncle with a small scratch behind the ears by leaning over.

❝    Blessing; Thou art a hero, as will be told unto the ends of time. Thy heart now holds a blade emboldened by courage, thine own, and the courage of those around thee. ❞

     She paused as carbuncle went squinty-eyed at the scratches, and smiled. A soft sigh passed her lips, killing the smile. She turned from him. Already telling that the favour would negate the blessing almost entirely.

❝    The favour is that thou continues to wipe the world of horrid things; monsters and lingering daemons, the ones not of the scourge. If thy answer to this favour is no, I... ❞

     One hand pressed to her face and she turned back, something unidentifiable in her eyes.

❝    I shall not make thee take this favour. I shall find another, or do it myself. But the blade in thy heart will remain; I will not take this blessing from thee. ❞

[peculiarmarsu]

Merr chrismas! ouo/

[peculiarmarsu]

Didn’t have time to draw anything new so here’s Christmas-Bahamut revisiting ouo/ Have a fine christmas!

[infernalian]

    “Baha’s a freak, pass it on.”

[rexdivinus]

There was that annoying goat bleating again.

[soindeath-blog]

She feels quite the headache coming on

[soindeath-blog]

||rexdivinus||

Their curses swayed not the Draconian’s heart of steel immovable as the day he was made. With a stern hand and stout resolution he guided the fates of Eos and protected the realm from chaotic influence and imbalance. To a reasonable persona outside Bahamut’s mind the moves callous and at times self-serving. So preoccupied with his form of salvation and correction to be blind to his failings— his ego did not allow himself to see the rust forming upon his armor.

Her eyes spoke what words did not. The ache of a heart beneath the steel and creaking wings. The warmth not as bright nor her tone as gentle as once recalled at the beginning of time. “Many perish as they abide for our prophecy to pass. It is expected. All-Mother, thee grow silent. We wish to know thine unspoken thoughts.”

❝      Fine. I will speak my thoughts,❞ she said in an exhale. She was choosing her words as to not hurt them. Words from her lips, she knew, could penetrate their armoured hide. Could cause despair. Anger. Any emotion that could cause harm to them or those around them.

❝      Thou art lacking in love. Love. Not for me. No- love for humanity. The pain they feel- why not sacrifice thy own flesh to aid them? It is us to whom the look when they need aid. Not their own.❞

        She took pause and reached out to touch the draconian, hand over their heart. Gentle, as though they could be frightened. As though they were young again, and she was lecturing them in a way she intended to be kind. They had grown, though. Grown so, so much.

❝      They are as much children of mine as thou art.❞

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   necromancy sentence starters

warning: there’s going to be dark / potentially upsetting themes revolving death / loss / resurrection in this one.

“ i heard you could bring people back from the dead.”

“ is it true that you can communicate with spirits?”

“ so, how does it work? do you need my blood as a sacrifice or something…?”

“ i don’t care about the dangers! just bring him / her back!”

“ but if i died, how can i be alive right now?”

“ you… brought me back to life…?”

“ i just need to talk to him / her one last time.”

“ does it hurt them to be resurrected?”

“ if i’m dead, then how come you can see me?”

“ you don’t understand! i… i’ll never be happy again without him / her. please!”

“ is there, you know… any side-effects to this?”

“ you’re not actually serious about bringing them back, are you?”

“ this is wrong. death should be final.”

“ do i look like someone who cares about that? i just want them back!”

“ they say the dead can tell the future. i want to know my future.”

“ but they were dead! this can’t be real. it’s just some trick.”

“ i know they say what’s dead should stay dead, but… if you really can bring them back, then please, make an exception.”

“ this isn’t just any type of magic you want me to use. this is dark magic.”

“ you don’t want me to bring them back. a lot of things could go wrong if i try.”

“ are you sure you want me to bring him / her back?”

“ i won’t do it. i’m sorry, but what’s dead should stay dead.”

“ if you want me to, i can contact the spirit world for you.”

“the dead make good soldiers.”

“ the dead can’t disobey orders.”

“ the dead can foresee the future.”

“ the dead knows secrets not known to the living.”

“ the dead should be made to serve the living. not the other way around.”

“ begone, or i will add you to my army of the dead!”

“ rise from your grave!”

“ death is just the beginning.”

“ i always found the saying ‘what’s dead should stay dead’ to be overrated.”

[nightlightroyalty]

The password is princeofgarbage.

[soindeath-blog]

[[x | @fatebetrayed]]

       A hand extended, and her fingers delicately uncurled. In her pale hand lay a small mound of corn. Her shoulders jumped slightly. Nervous. ❝      I was. Feeding. Um. The birds? But you’ve scared them off and- Well-❞

❝      Sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you- sir- uh.❞ It was then, as she pulled her hand back to her chest, that she realized that she was scared of him. He wasn’t scary in the way daemons were. He was scary in the way that humans often were, when they were more powerful than you. When they knew more than you.

❝       I’m sorry. You can. Join me if you want? Maybe they’ll come back-❞

[soindeath-blog]

||beeeans||

He really should find it weird to wake up to someone who’d apparently been watching him, but seeing Carbuncle makes it a little bit less weird. And honestly, Noctis is old enough that he’s probably seen weirder.

He shakes his head a little.

“I’m fine. Mind if I, uh, ask what you’re doing here? With Carbuncle?” It wasn’t often he got visitors, and though he wasn’t exactly sure who she was, he knew she was probably someone important. And probably someone of some variation of divinity.

❝     Waiting for the king of light to rise.❞        She extended her hand to gesture to the window not too far away,        where light was beginning to crest the horizon in a sweet honey-gold.

❝     But of course, that is not all,❞ she continued,        gracefully rising with Carbuncle collected in her arms.        For a moment the light made it look as though she was much taller        and darker, and eternal, and wreathed in ashen shadows.        Then the moment was over. As though it had never happened. ❝     I am here both to bequeath unto thee a blessing and request from thee a favour.❞

[kingsglaivus]

“Come, pity poor Etro, she was left all alone. Her blood pouring forth, in Chaos to atone. Queen of nothing, goddess of death—so let her be known.”      

[detailsofpaintings]

Conrad Kiesel, Jeune Espagnole (detail)

19th century

[soindeath-blog]

[[x || @beeeans]]

       Sweetly, she smiles, leaning closer to where he lay.        The goddess had been watching over him while he slept- no,        not watching him, merely seated beside his bed with a familiar        fennec-shaped beast in her lap.

       Her voice had been whispers toward Carbuncle as it enjoyed her attention.        Until it squeaked particularly loud at her for mussing its fur-

       Which had awoken the king.

❝     I hope thou art well-rested. If not, I shall leave and let thee resume thy slumber.❞

[danamercers]

Visit Original Link

[paddraism]

HELLO. I’m Mei, and I’ve been in and out for a while, but I’ve decided to get back into the Final Fantasy fandom. Yeul is precious and needs people to interact with, so I’d really appreciate it if you would give this post a little like and maybe a reblog so others may see it!

[soindeath-blog]

I am your servant.

❝     This is thy pledge to me, o light, a pledge I shall take to heart. Rise, king of light, as thou hast received my blessing. Whichever turns thy path takes thee upon, thou art protected by my hand.❞

       She raised the black-clad hand to rest upon the crown of his head,       a gentle show of her gift-

       Though this blessing, what was it truly?        No change came to the king from her,        only the warmth from the palm of her hand.

       Had she truly any power in the world of the living any longer?        Was she as weak as a mortal, only given an eternal soul?

       Her smile was joyful, though, warm, and reminded the prince of-        of his mother’s, somehow.        As though the feeling of a mother’s smile was overlaid upon her face.

[soindeath-blog]

Final fantasy XV--

              Etro;; death

Etro saw about her the cosmos;; empty of form, but full of chaos. To quell the chaos, she took wisps from the eternity and fashioned them into six things;; and to her they thanked for their creation. They were called Astrals, and took the rest of the cosmos to fill with what they pleased. Etro had no heart to say;  ❛But I have not created ye, only gifted ye form!❜ and let them believe what they wished. They called her Mother, and with that she was content.

After some time, they came to her, saying;;  ❛Mother, why have you not created more? Come now, create a beast!❜

Wary of her lack of ability to bring form from nothing, she agreed, but bid them give her time alone to do so;; thusly, she was alone to attempt a beast.

Attempt a beast. How would one attempt a beast? She began with a wyrm;; but it formed from nothing bleeding ichor and wailing in pain. Terrified, she crushed in in her hand, and the black ichor clung to her.

Each try became more twisted than the last, and each she crushed in her hands in anger and fear, staining her pale skin dark. Eventually her hands stopped their work, and she wept, her silver tears mixing with the evidence of failure that trailed up to her elbows.

The grief hollowed her, driving her mad, and with a carving-knife, she ended her life.

When her children came to seek her out, to see what she had made, they found her dead, blood spilled about her form. Each was filled with sorrow, and together they created Man from her blood, in honour of her.

They laid her to rest in the stars.

[soindeath-blog]

[{boop that like if you wanna rp with Etro incarnated as a normal people?? I’ll boop you back mayhaps}]