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CARRD, MUSELIST, SIDEBLOG.
SUNDIES ⸻ independent , private , semi - active multi - muse written by aster . featuring muses from final fantasy , kingdom hearts , & fire emblem . featured muse : lucina from fire emblem: awakening .
and if i added sphene (not endless probably) as a muse....
SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S @ y'iki ♡
@unmeiha
Gently do tears trail down her cheeks, like a quiet release of pain, stored for years far too many. Koharu, her trusted companion, sits beside her, a seemingly ever-present comfort to her – a person who understands the turmoil that shakes within them, within everyone, all at different intervals. Her head gravitates to the other's shoulder, allowing herself the moment of reprieve that life seems so desperate to steal from them, and she smiles, face still wet from her still forming release of hurt, and she whispers.
❛ It's been a long time since I've leaned on someone like this. ❜ But it has been a long time since she allowed herself to experience a hint of vulnerability, since she has been her, since she has rebirthed herself from the dust of her late love.
Not long after her words fall from her red-stained lips, Koharu shifts to place her forehead against her own. They are silent for some time, and Y'iki places her hands atop familiar fingers, worn from years of fighting. ❛ Will you… continue to remain by my side? ❜ That smile that has yet to fade from her years of pretend pulls at her cheeks, eyes glistening with feeling. ❛ This loneliness is often hard to bear. ❜
🎉Annual Gaara Post🎉
Biker Gaara for your consideration 🏍️
LIGHTNING RETURNS: FINAL FANTASY XIII (2013)
promptly blacked out after seeing that lucina finally got a scale figure after all these years... i had to draw the updated design immediately T_T
aqua changes lucina’s bandages for her
@openness
❛ You… don't need to do that, you know. ❜ Because there is no way in hell's future or past that she deserves it. Failed martyr, failed savior, she shouldn't have survived and neither – . . . gods, but she must have. She never gave herself the choice. Some complexes never seem to die.
Even now, as she bears the pain of her battle wound through gritted teeth, there is war in thoughts, her heart, and she thinks, perhaps she was born for it. Born into it, raised among it. It's all she's ever known. The bearer of the Falchion, legendary sword of light… It's overwhelming, but there was never any choice. Aqua lifts her head, and for a moment, their eyes meet. The swordswoman quickly darts her view to another direction, mismatched irises to flicker, displaying her birthright to all who dwell beside her. A blatant display of her identity.
❛ I'm sorry. I should have been more careful. ❜ ( I can take care of myself. I always have. I always will. It's the only way to survive. ) Her head and her heart speak different languages. ❛ But, still… Thank you. ❜ A shade of embarrassment becomes the flesh beneath bashful eyes, followed only by a lighthearted shake of her head.
Lune Gifs (1/-)
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SOFT, COMFORTING, KIND, CARETAKING ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.
SENDER tucks RECEIVER into bed for the night.
SENDER pulls a blanket higher over RECEIVER'S shoulders.
SENDER presses a cool cloth to RECEIVER'S forehead.
SENDER brings RECEIVER a glass of water without being asked.
SENDER sits at RECEIVER'S bedside until they fall asleep.
SENDER smooths the wrinkles from RECEIVER'S sheets.
SENDER brushes RECEIVER'S hair back from their face.
SENDER warms food for RECEIVER and sets it within reach.
SENDER helps RECEIVER change into clean clothes.
SENDER bandages RECEIVER'S hands carefully.
SENDER stays awake so RECEIVER doesn't have to be alone.
SENDER offers their shoulder for RECEIVER to lean on.
SENDER rubs slow circles into RECEIVER'S back.
SENDER adjusts the pillow beneath RECEIVER'S head.
SENDER carries RECEIVER'S bag when it gets too heavy.
SENDER holds RECEIVER'S hand through the pain.
SENDER wipes dirt from RECEIVER'S face.
SENDER helps RECEIVER sit up gently.
SENDER drapes their coat over RECEIVER without comment.
SENDER reminds RECEIVER to eat.
SENDER cuts food into smaller pieces for RECEIVER.
SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S skin.
SENDER steadies RECEIVER as they stand.
SENDER keeps watch while RECEIVER rests.
SENDER ties RECEIVER'S shoes for them.
SENDER holds RECEIVER when the shaking won't stop.
SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S
SENDER helps RECEIVER bathe.
SENDER changes RECEIVER'S bandages for them.
SENDER keeps RECEIVER warm through the night.
SENDER sits with RECEIVER so they doesn't feel alone.
SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can't walk anymore.
SENDER hums softly to calm RECEIVER.
SENDER shields RECEIVER from prying eyes.
SENDER braids RECEIVER'S hair to keep it out of the way.
SENDER wipes tears from RECEIVER'S cheeks.
SENDER keeps a hand on RECEIVER'S back in the crowd.
SENDER wakes RECEIVER gently.
SENDER helps RECEIVER breathe through the pain.
SENDER brings extra blankets when RECEIVER starts to shiver.
SENDER waits outside while RECEIVER gathers themselves..
SENDER holds RECEIVER until sleep finally takes them.
UPDATED MUSE LIST (mobile friendly):
PRIMARY:
ARKITH HEILL ; original character ; he/him + gay ; 28 ; original canon + d&d ; info / currently located @hailcurse
LIGHTNING FARRON ; canon character ; she/her + lesbian ; 21-23 ; final fantasy xiii ; info
LUNAFREYA NOX FLEURET ; canon character ; she/her + pan ; 24 ; final fantasy xv
LUNE ; canon character ; she/they + pan ; 32 ; clair obscur: expedition 33 ; info
OERBA DIA VANILLE ; canon character ; she/her + lesbian ; 19 ; final fantasy xiii
RIKU ; canon character ; he/him + pan ; 15-18 ; kingdom hearts
Y'IKI FHEY ; original character ; she/they + lesbian ; 23-29 ; final fantasy xiv ; info
SECONDARY:
ESTINIEN VARLINEAU ; canon character ; he/him + bi ; 32 ; final fantasy xiv
JOSHUA ROSFIELD ; canon character ; he/him + bi ; 25-28 ; final fantasy xvi
SERAH FARRON ; canon character ; she/her + bi ; 18-21 ; final fantasy xiii
LINK ; canon character ; he/they + pan ; 17-18 ; tloz: botw/totk + twilight princess available
LUCINA ; canon character ; she/he + bi ; 19-21 ; fire emblem: awakening
MARTH ; canon character ; he/him + pan ; 14-19 ; fire emblem: sd/nmote
OWAIN ; canon character ; he/him + bi ; 16-23 ; fire emblem : a + f
ROXAS ; canon character ; he/him + pan ; 15-17 ; kingdom hearts
XION ; canon character ; she/they/he + ??? ; 15-17 ; kingdom hearts
TERTIARY:
EDWARD ELRIC ; canon character ; he/him + bi ; 15-19 ; fullmetal alchemist
CLIVE ROSFIELD ; canon character ; he/him + pan ; 28-33 ; final fantasy xvi
GAARA ; canon character ; he/they + grayace ; 15-33 ; naruto
RAVUS NOX FLEURET ; canon character ; he/they + ..gay? ; 28 ; final fantasy xv
TERRA ; canon character ; he/him + pan ; 20 ; kingdom hearts
UCHIHA SASUKE ; canon character ; he/him + bi ; 12-34 ; naruto
MARCH ; canon character ; he/him + pan + 22 ; fields of mistria
TESTING / REQUEST:
BIGGS ; canon character ; he/him + pan ; 25 ; final fantasy vii (remake-inspired)
CELICA ; canon character ; she/her + bi ; 17-18 ; fire emblem echos : sov
CHADLEY ; canon character ; he/they + ??? ; "15" ; final fantasy vii (remake-inspired)
NOEL KREISS ; canon character ; he/him + bi ; "18" ; final fantasy xiii-2
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ( a collection of various location prompts centered around time & weather. feel free to adjust as desired. )
[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.
𐔌 ‧ ˚ ⋅ cursed herself for having such doubts —- the flicker of uncertainty dancing in harmony with the flames before them . doe like optics narrow with unshed determination from others tone ; harbouring a sense of adamance . she was right —- they had no choice but to go forward , the sheer folly of quitting now would be detrimental .
twisted the wrists of her leather worn gloves , ❛ of course i’m with you . ❜ stable in her tone despite the anxiety aching within . she was surrounded by the best fighters —- handpicked and summoned by the goddess herself , mayhaps she should take such as a compliment . ❛ hey light ? do you .. recognise anyone ? ❜ had inklings of remembrance toward foes in chaos’ grasp but her memory was all but a blur .
Ever a fighter, she would press on until her dying breath. Even in stasis, it's like she waits at the ready. Never satisfied, never strong enough, never good enough. To others, there's no certainty in whether she wants to prove it to the world, or to herself… but the world's opinions mean nothing to her. ❛ Then, come morning, we'll press on. ❜ A mock excuse for encouragement, oblivious to the way Tifa's voice rattles before unspoken thoughts. Then.. a question. One that perplexes her. One that holds many diverging pathways, and Lightning must make clear its meaning before divulging any truths for a reason unnecessary.
❛ … What.. do you mean? ❜ It's said with hesitancy and anxious questioning. Like she's on the border of hiding and revealing; walking the line of truth and silence.
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ( a collection of various location prompts centered around time & weather. feel free to adjust as desired. )
[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.
FINAL FANTASY XIII-2 (2011)
❛ I told you it would work! ❜
@deardrownedophelia ( Aerith ⇢ Clive )
❛ Yes, well… ❜ He hasn't a single argument to spare. Watching the buds bloom to life has convinced him well enough of her abilities. Not that he questioned them, mind, but that he'd held little faith in the trees abilities to bear fruit ever longer. The aether is poisoning the land, the blight spreading further by the hour. Aether floods and aether sickness have begun to run rampant, and he would supply anything if it meant to purify the poisoned of their ailments. There is little in the way of antidotes, but with Aerith's skill with life and Tarja's with medicine, he can only pray that they might, at least, find a way to ease the dying from their pain.
❛ I had little doubt in the way of your skill. This tree, however… it's born nothing for as long as we've taken residence here. ❜ Arms fold against his chest, and there is a grateful glint in his eyes. ❛ If you need for anything, don't hesitate to let it be known. It's.. the least I could do in the way of compensation. ❜
Inktober Day 7 - Starfish
probably my favourite place in the game
𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻. if her eyes list, she can imagine her lifeless back when it slapped the surface of the water, salt rushing into her eyes and mouth and nose, how it felt to sink deeper and deeper until she was flush with the sea floor. shadows picked at her skin like children at the dinner table, layers of her sloughing off and becoming volcanic rock and coral, her hair unwinding from a fragile skull, teeming with the beady eyes of the nighttime creatures. what was left of her remained there for an eternity. a whalefall of loneliness.
in the present, fingers reach out to grab riku's arm, maybe to prove that he's there. that she is. but aqua pulls back as quickly as she tried to initiate the contact, as if the faint feeling of his skin on her fingertips burned her. bottomless eyes screw shut.
“ i’m sorry. ” it's said reflexively. she's not sure why she's apologizing — for not being there when he needed guidance? for being so weak? so scared? for terra? someone has to speak for him, after all. he had burdened this child with a legacy that has left his shoulders sagging, and a tiredness under his bright eyes and in the lines of his face that goes far beyond his years. this saddens her, perhaps more than anything else. air fills aqua's lungs in a shaking breath, and she peers into riku's face again, which appears closed - off, but there is a light in it all. whatever he had been through, he's pressing forward. she would do well to follow his example.
a smile finds its way to her then, small. almost like she's forgotten how to do it properly. “ i haven’t gotten used to it— having so many people around me again. it’s been ... a long time. ” even her own voice sounds alien to her ears. “ for so many years, i only had myself to rely on. maybe that’s why i’m scared now. ” this life is not only hers. too much is at stake.
then, stronger, if not painfully wistful: “ you’re very brave, riku. i hope you know that. ” ‘ i know what he saw in you. ’
She's hurt. And she's honest. And he is too, but differently. They're both still afraid, expressing such in different ways. A boy who betrayed himself for power and a woman who sacrificed herself wholly for the sake of another. Another who… Ah. He wonders how she feels… She sounds broken, even amidst the words that try to strain hope from his voice like he's borrowing someone else's. He finds his strength through his friends, and he grows closer and closer to finding himself with every passing day. Though finding oneself feels impossible when there wasn't much there to begin with, and what little there was is ripped away by other, lightless forces.
Soft eyes drift into a haze, redirected to his arm, touched by a ghost. It's not possessive, it's not threatening, it doesn't wish to consume him. It's Aqua, after years spent living lifelessly among the shadows. Of course, she's afraid.
A gentle smile forms against his lips, eyes full of melancholic nostalgia, and he exudes an expression that is both hopeful and sorry. He's still unsure what she has to apologize for, though. She did what she did… to save someone… He did what he did because he was selfish. He dares not think that they are the same, despite the manipulation he faced in an effort to save his friend. To bring back his light. Pure intentions with rotten results. Perhaps that's the life they've been damned to. Despite it all, Riku will continue to fight, and perhaps one day will find it in him to forgive the boy who controlled his actions several years ago. He wonders if Aqua feels that way too: burdened by the rotting guilt, festering lifelessly, digging a hole deeper inside of them.
❛ Well, it's not easy. ❜ He admits plainly, but carefully. His hand extends before him, and Braveheart is summoned into it, light glistening around the twilight that holds them. ❛ I think you're brave too. Braver than you think. ❜ There's a pause as he assesses if he has any right to be giving compliments or advice to someone he deems his superior… but, at the end of the day, she is a person, just like anyone else. A person who has seen hell and escaped, lost in a world she used to know. ❛ Just being here now is strength in itself. Relying on people is scary, but… Bravery's not about being strong or fearless. To me, it's always been about being scared and facing it anyway. From what I know, I think you've done a pretty good job at that. ❜
His hand falls atop her shoulder. ❛ But you know that already, don't you? ❜