I’m moving everything over to @steel-vigil since I’ll be able to ask people from that blog specifically over there rather than using my main blog which I try to keep FFXIV content off of least I drive my friends crazy in my flailing, haha.
Just letting people know over the next few days that’s where I’m gonna be and then I’ll be setting up this blog to auto-redirect.
Lmao, remember he has a bad addiction to gambling? It went a bit too far in a recent game and he literally bet his hair against a miqo’te lady who had a book he was trying to get his grubby mitts on and he obviously lost the wager.
Also known as I was tired of the pony clipping with like every top I liked D:
Hello there! This nerd is Neheon Kha, a Xaela Machinist who happens to love to bake, and learn something new about engineering or projectile weapons. As of late I’ve had quite a few things icly happen and I do want to get her a fresh start as well as meet new people! She’s actually in need of some friends perhaps, good people, bad people, anyone in between. Antagonists, Allies, the list goes on! I am hoping to meet some wonderful people for her to interact with, and if you are interested, there will be more information below this cut!
💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?
“I…well hmm. Thing is I don’t really look for partners in such a manner. But thinking about what the people I’m attracted to have in common, they need to be a friend. Because they should be, you know? But those people in themselves can be so wildly different… so friendship packages the whole concepts of respect, trust, honesty, admiration, being a good listener, mutual loyalty… something like that. People look for too much to share together in a relationship when friends do just fine sharing a few things in their many differences- and loving those differences.”
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Tagging: @doctorozerov (Do one for Blake or Suspicious or Gio :P) @finaleuphoria @steel-vigil @sins-of-allag @rhotano-rose @fairwindsandblueskies @fair-fae
Σ(゚Д゚;): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?
╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?
ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?
ヽ( ´O`): What is their body language like when sleepy?
(Д゚≡゚Д゚): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream?
(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝): Does their face get red after they drink?
(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.)
( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?
(〇o〇;): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?
ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair?
(ノ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.)
♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone?
ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights?
(´∀`): Do they laugh when they get nervous?
ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?
ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?
「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?
⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack?
( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed?
(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε`*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?
(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?
(ó﹏ò。): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?
All muses have a family of some sort, whether it be a biological one or an adoptive one, and usually muns aren’t able to talk much about them. However, this meme will allow you to expand on your family headcanons! Have fun~
Send me a ♠ to have my muse talk about their parents.
Send me a ♡ to have my muse talk about their siblings.
Send me a ♢ to have my muse talk about their cousins/nephews.
Send me a ♣ to have my muse talk about their children.
Send me a ✎ + a family member that wasn’t mentioned in this post ( grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc ).
((WELL THIS ENDED UP KINDA LONG. Wrote it to the tune of: OMBLEH ))
The tall grass of the Azim Steppe never stopped being one of the many wonders of Hydaelyn for Luthiah. The general majesty of the region certainly, but in particular to his senses- the tall shoots that brushed up against the flat of his palm as he made sweeping gestures against it is what fetched his immediate attention. It was shifting into a slightly gold color… soon it would be dry, likely a fire - which was normal. Then came the rain and in a revivification that seemed inspired by the tales of the Dothral and their reincarnation cycle would green spring forth in waves.
It passed through the blaze and is made new.
The gentle smile that played on his lips faded at the thought and instead he faced northward. He had a destination, and he rather keep moving than invite the inquisitive words he felt balancing at the tip of the tongue that followed him. Soft footsteps of a woman, much taller than he; she cast a wide and curious gaze at the new-to-her landscape.
“It’s beautiful.” They had only passed the Dawn Throne when the silence pressed on her too much. Her voice was soft and deep, gazing upon the many colorful banners that spanned down from the structure.
“Aye.” The midlander responded simply, refusing to look back at her as he pulled the cowl of his cloak over his head. “The first time I came here was– well it’s a long story for someday. But Helios and I came here in Kaisin and Neheon’s company.” He hoped that would be enough. “Ah… I see.” It was enough.
The stave he carried in hand only gave soft noticeable clacks once they had reached Onsal Hakair, when the earth became rockier at the feet of the House of the Crooked Coin. He did not make the climb as easily as he did all those years ago, and eventually he’d feel the warmth of the sun starting to fade, as it tucked itself into the western horizon.
“There is a cave.” He felt her voice just behind him, and the small nod of acknowledgement was all she needed as she took the lead now, the midlander following in the steps of the spritely elezen woman who bobbed to the threshold.
As her eyes fell upon the curious glowing spikes that sat within the cavern, the duskwight released a gasp that was a mix of delighted and fearful. Which he thought was appropriate, all things considered. “What is this place?” Her voice softly reverent.
His staff tapped - until it met no resistance, and he paused before the the drop and stared straight ahead. “A memory.”
The silence was then their company, for a good while until he felt her slender hand brush against his own. Reaching up to hold onto her arm - knowing she needed the comfort of supporting him rather than he needed the support, Lute pat her upper arm in reassurance. All he could see after all was a years gone by memory.
“I couldn’t explain to her I would be here a long time. When she said that she wanted to throw herself to these jagged teeth to end her reincarnation cycle. With us gone, she did not want to be born into a world without us.” Though his face was still youthful- the woman knew it a lie and peeled her eyes from the strange jutting obelisks to the freckled face below her shoulder. He continued on, speaking technically to a memory, but also to her. “It was a time for her, about her, and I could not make the discussion about me admitting what I had done to myself. And him, though he always talked about how he would die young…”
“…You know your emotions are about as subtle as a goobbue’s sneeze. I don’t think any of us have or will go into our graves wondering ‘gee I wonder if Luthiah cared about me’.”
“I don’t remember raising such a rude little shite.”
“You bet your ass that was nurture over nature, dad.” He felt a peck on the crown of his head and she heard a small indignant (but secretly grateful) snort in protest from the midlander. “But for the love of the twelve do me a favor old man, and get a glamour that makes you at least look the part when we’re out, I’ll look more aged than you sooner than later.”
“Heh.” He missed them, and his heart hurt in their absence…but he tried to remember the wisdom his adopted daughter had given him many times before on the subject. That time spent together, was made brighter- and while goodbye was hard, the heart burned brighter with those memories spent with others.
And with each goodbye, his heart passed through the pyre and was made new.
GOOD END- The ideal end to my muse’s story where everything is resolved and they can live a good life.
BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong.
TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.
EVERYONE LIVES- No one has to die in my muse’s story, be it for Better or for worse.
WE ALL FALL DOWN- No one is safe in the end of my muse’s story. Everyone important to the story has perished. This can include your muse or not.
WENT DOWN IN HISTORY- Your muse’s story is passed down through the ages, sometimes being stretched or exaggerated in places until it becomes a legend told in storybooks and campfires as poems, tall tales, etc.
SECRET END- Crack. Come up with the silliest end to your muse’s story as possible.