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STARSASUNDER is an independent & private dual-muse roleplay blog featuring an original warrior of light & their Azem from Final Fantasy XIV, as foretold by VESPER.
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Arms slinked around her frame, tugging her in against the magus’ body with a soft purr.
“Hello, beloved. Did you miss me~?”
An almost absentminded ear flick picks up the sound of his approach before he arrives, but it doesn't register in her conscious mind. She is focused, and beyond that, she is in their home, where she is safe and surrounded by layers of enchantments and shields. Her mind assumes it is one of their children, if anything. Not her long-absent husband. away for some time on business.
But she knows that scent, and she certainly knows that voice.
She relaxes into his embrace almost immediately, savoring the way his lips press to her ear as he speaks. She has missed him terribly, of course. Good luck getting her to admit it.
"Hm, who's this? Surely not my husband. He's married to his work. No time for the likes of me."
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.
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🌙✨the moon✨🌙
❛ why the hell are you up so late? ❜ // ( Nighttime Prompts ) from Estinien to Inanna!
nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters. // accepting.
The stars overhead spin in an ever-repeating dance, their paths mapped and known, yet still holding such mystery for those who dwell below. It is a pristine night; the snow-swept plains of Garlemald are eerily empty. If one wanted the solace of their own company, this place was as good as any to find it.
Except that she now had additional, unexpected company. The rasping sound of his voice interrupts the serenity of an otherwise silent snow-cloaked night. An irritated flick of a pointed feline ear is, at first, the only reply Estinien gets.
'Of course it's Estinien. No one else would bother climbing up here.'
She has claimed the top of a radio tower far from Camp Broken Glass as her chosen spot for stargazing, though the notebook in her lap remains markedly empty.
"Insomnia. Ever heard of it?" the warrior of light snipes somewhat playfully at last, her tone more tired than anything else. Looking to the dragoon, she pats the spot next to her. She had scraped the snow away and spread a thick almasty pelt to shield herself from the bone-chilling cold of the frozen metal tower, and there was more than enough room for two if she stopped hogging all the space. "Though I guess that's likely what brings you all the way out here, so... care to join me?"
" i didn't think you remembered that. " // ( Hunger Games Starters ) from Emet Selch/Hades to Astraea!
PROMPTS FROMTHE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY // accepting.
There's a pause as Astraea looks up from the cup of coffee she'd been nursing, silver gaze looking askance as she searched for what he was referring to. Her office, oft-empty, made for a good meeting place when one wanted to be uninterrupted. After all, few bothered to stop by when its occupant could so rarely be found there.
"Oh, that?" She finally found the object of his attention, stashed away between a mish-mash of other trinkets that adorned the shelves. Inside a dusty frame, an essay for a 'Phantomology 101' class had been carefully framed. In bold lettering across the top, a large '97' was circled in red ink. Framed alongside it was a page filled with handwritten notes - both in her own handwriting, and his.
"No way. It meant a lot to me at the time. Still does, actually. Do you know how hard I had to work to get Lahabrea to give me that score? I couldn't have done it without you; your tutoring was indispensable. And besides, it still irks him to this day. That's the highest score he's ever awarded to a freshman."
🐱 MUNDAY MEME; WHAT KIND OF CAT IS THE MUN? 🐱 Send an ask telling me what kind of cat I give off
🌪️ The Gremlin Cat - Always in your cabinets. Constant chaos. Yells at nothing. Probably has unfinished drafts and energy drinks nearby. 🍷 The Fancy Cat - Sleeps on velvet. Answers messages in cursive. Probably manifests things with moon water and wears rings on every finger. 🎸 The Alley Cat - Street smart. Has opinions on everything. Doesn’t run from drama. Will fight your ex and win. 🛏️ The Sleepy Cat - Always napping. Posts once every 4 days. Lowkey unbothered and will ignore the world to rest. 📚 The Bookstore Cat - Wise and chill. Knows your muse’s trauma before you do. Would live in a coffee-scented library if they could. 🪄 The Witch’s Cat - Big spiritual energy. Communicates in candle flickers. Probably cursed someone with a meme once. 🎮 The Goblin Cat - Meme gremlin. Chaotic-good. Too many tabs open. Screams at the void and calls it enrichment. 🌸 The Cottage Cat - Soft vibes only. Forest-core. Bakes bread, wears oversized jumpers, and is emotionally devastating in threads. 👻 The Haunted Cat - Sees ghosts. Sends cryptic messages at 2am. Probably edits their theme during an existential crisis. 🪞 The Mirror Cat - Quiet. Observant. Looks innocent but knows everything. May or may not secretly be judging you. 🔥 The Spite Cat - Posts out of rage. Petty and proud. Too hot to handle. Somehow always right. 🖤 The Tumblr Core Cat - Vibes are unmatched. You’re probably mutuals. You might also be a little afraid of them.
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… something doesn't feel right.
his gut feelings had yet to ever wrong him, but its frustrating when gilgamesh can't pinpoint what the unease could be. it was late, and crimson eyes glanced over to the large opening on the wall to examine the night sky. the moon was just about to reach the top of the sky, and just peeking through as if just to say hello to the two individuals. it was far late, his guts must be as tired as gilgamesh himself is, and just blaring out warning signs for no other reason. a light sigh to fill the air in his immediate radius, and the king glanced over to meet his ‘ beloved ’'s gaze.
he gave a slow, exhausted blink. something doesn't feel right. and yet, he got up from his seat as he allowed inanna to swing their joined hands, leaving his arm limp enough to make it easy. “ and with the getup too ? i suppose you were trying to call for me. did the stars in the sky not show any new ‘ artwork ’ or tales to tell ? ”
" I finished the last painting I was working on and thought it might be good to turn in early for tonight," the goddess said truthfully, thinking back to the watercolor painting the girl had been working on when she had found her on the palace roof. "If my calculations are true, there should be a lunar eclipse tomorrow, and I would prefer to be well-rested."
Soft footsteps echoed in the throne room alongside the soft tinkle of bells. "Do you like it?" she asked, blush coloring her star-flecked cheeks as she slowly led him down from the dais. "Siduri picked it for me. She thought you might like it." The thin linen that draped her form left little to the imagination. Had it not been for the goddess beneath her skin, Inanna might never have been brave enough to don it herself. She liked to keep such outfits to the bedroom. But tonight was special, and she was not in charge. Ishtar had plans.
i can’t lose you again! / I blacked out when i saw this and idk what you want from me.
PROMPTS FROM THE INCREDIBLES // accepting. // @seatedsacrifice
"And you won't," she says, with all the conviction she can muster, though it was plain to see this decision weighed heavily upon her. She sat across from him in the quiet of his office high up in the Capitol, her hands fisted tightly in the fabric of her robe. But she loosened them now, reaching instead to draw back her hood and reveal a waterfall of silvery hair. "Yet I must ask you to accept my resignation all the same, Elidibus."
Deft fingers swiftly unlaced the leather ties holding her crimson mask in place. She removed it with trembling fingers, eyes closed to avoid meeting his gaze, which was doubtless full of disapproval. Yet eventually she did open them, piercing grey eyes seeing out his own lavender ones behind the mask of her own accord. "I cannot in good conscience continue to sit on this Convocation after the decision made today. It is..."
She paused, swallowing tightly as she sought the right words, trying her damnedest not to erupt into tears. "I would not be a very good shepherd to my flock if I did not speak up on their behalf. And I have said my piece, over and over. I bow to the decision of the majority, but... this discord between us all benefits no one." The mask clinked softly as she set it on his desk, her fingers lingering at its edges before she finally withdrew.
"My efforts are sorely needed on the front lines of this calamity. And to the front lines I will go, not as Azem, but as Astraea. Mayhaps my efforts will bear riper fruit there. So I speak to you now not as a colleague, or as the Traveler, but as... someone who cares deeply for you, Ophiuchus." She could say that now, couldn't she? Even if she was no longer his equal? No. But she was going to anyway. The tears came now, whether she wanted them to or not. "Please. Please be careful. The horizon is dark even to my Sight. I know not where this path will lead, but... I hope to meet you again at the end of it."
Aoife is going to find a delightful fox plush crafted by Merlin’s hands at the foot of their bed on Beltane morning, with a handful of cookies and brownies made by the magus. There’s a little note that wishes them a happy Beltane, and that breakfast was ready when they were ‘not eating through the goodies’.
@fioremagus // ancient gift ask dredged from the depths as I try to find my muse again.
Though they had found it hard to fall asleep the night before, their excitement over the coming day's festivities had eventually lost to the exhaustion of a long day's hard work. A squeal of delight tore through the silence of their little forest cottage once Aoife awakened enough to spot the new friend awaiting them. Tossing back the covers, the little changeling scooped up their new friend and hugged it close to their chest, only spotting the offerings their beloved Papa had left behind after giving the fox a thorough once-over.
Several cookies and a brownie later, they marched downstairs to find the magus with the fox tucked into their little arms. "Happy Beltane, Papa!" they called as soon as their little pointed ears caught the sound of his steps. Holding up the fox, which now sported one of their pretty hair ribbons around its neck, they said proudly, "This is Reynard! He says, "Thank you very much for stitching me!""
— nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters.
a mixture of scenarios and dialogue for nighttime shenanigans. tw for mentions of alcohol, substance usage, and suggestive themes.
( SCENARIOS )
[ BUZZ ] - our muses are drinking and / or getting high on a rooftop.
[ CAMP ] - our muses are camping in the woods, telling ghost stories by the fire, when they suddenly hear something scary.
[ CONCERT ] - our muses attend a major pop star's concert and fan out.
[ DANCE ] - our muses go out clubbing and start dancing up on each other.
[ DIM ] - our muses make cocktails and slow dance in a dimly lit kitchen at 11pm.
[ DINER ] - our muses decide to hit up a diner at midnight and order breakfast.
[ DRINK ] - our muses meet up for drinks at a lowkey bar.
[ DRIVE ] - our muses are on a late night road trip and have to make a pit stop somewhere questionable.
[ EMPTY ] - our muses explore an abandoned building and almost get caught by [pick: security / squatters / other explorers / something else].
[ FRESH ] - our muses decide to sit outside one of their homes for fresh air and a meaningful conversation at 1am.
[ GAME ] - our muses stay up until 4am playing video games in the living room.
[ GRAVE ] - our muses explore a cemetery / graveyard and find something spooky.
[ HAUNT ] - our muses explore a location that is notoriously haunted and have a paranormal encounter.
[ HIDE ] - our muses are hiding out together in [pick: the attic / the bathroom / a closet / the garage / somewhere else] at a party they didn't want to attend.
[ HIKE ] - our muses are hiking along a new trail and find something interesting / odd after getting lost.
[ MASK ] - our muses attend a masquerade (or some other masked event) and unknowingly become dance partners.
[ PLAY ] - our muses have fun at a playground at 1am.
[ RITUAL ] - our muses conduct a [pick: cult-like / pagan / satanic / spell] ritual deep in the middle of a forest.
[ ROOM ] - our muses are deliriously sprawled out in one of their bedrooms at 5am after talking all night.
[ SHINE ] - our muses are laying on a blanket in the grass and stargazing.
[ SHORE ] - our muses attend a bonfire party on the beach and wind up talking and walking along the shore until sunrise.
[ SNACK ] - our muses make a 1am snack run to the nearest corner store / gas station.
[ SNEAK ] - our muses are caught sneaking in or out somewhere (alternate: sender may catch receiver, or vice versa).
[ STUDY ] - our muses spend the evening [pick: studying / training] and accidentally get locked in the [pick: grounds / gym / library / school].
[ SUMMON ] - our muses play with a ouija board (or similar tool) at 3am and get scared by themselves or something worse.
[ SWEAT ] - our muses are laying in bed together post-coitus.
[ SWIM ] - our muses sneak into the community pool for a late night swim.
[ VENUE ] - our muses drink and get rowdy at a rock show in a small venue.
[ WALK ] - our muses take a late night stroll around the neighborhood / town / city.
[ WET ] - our muses skinny dip in a lake / pond once the sun starts to go down.
( DIALOGUE )
❛ it's hard to see the stars in the city. ❜
❛ can you spot any constellations? ❜
❛ can i get you a drink? ❜
❛ i'm so tired, but i can't sleep… ❜
❛ it's too late for that. ❜
❛ this is gonna require an all-nighter. ❜
❛ how is it already two in the morning? ❜
❛ gonna grab a midnight snack. you want something? ❜
❛ can i take you home? ❜
❛ did you hear that? ❜
❛ i can't see shit. ❜
❛ why do hauntings never seem to happen during the day? ❜
❛ first one to fall asleep has to buy breakfast in the morning. ❜
❛ are you still awake? ❜
❛ are you okay? it sounded like you were having a bad dream. ❜
❛ well, you seemed like you were having a good dream… was it about me? ❜
❛ hey! no falling asleep on me! you better wake up! ❜
❛ what do you think about when you're falling asleep? ❜
❛ shh! keep your voice down! ❜
❛ please tell me you see that too… ❜
❛ i think we're being followed… ❜
❛ who the fuck are you?! why are you following me?! ❜
❛ why the hell are you up so late? ❜
❛ getting into some late night mischief? … yeah, me neither. ❜
❛ can you stay up with me, please? i just need some company… ❜
❛ don't turn on the light! ❜
❛ could you at least turn on a light or something? ❜
❛ who cares? it's not like anyone can see us. ❜
❛ this place is freakier at night… ❜
❛ it's locked… what are we supposed to do now? ❜
The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.
