#calmbringer

[sartcastix]

CALMBRINGER!!!

pt 1 of my winglet "in color" references so yall can see what i'm seeing in my mind.

these individual refs will have more info on the character than the full group post: https://www.tumblr.com/sartcastix/777832295736410112/calmbringer

It's kinda lazy but I just wanted to get something on the screen so I have something to reference when drawing him again

some info on the character if you want VVV

Calmbringer

A Blue Moon hatched Nightwing: No abilities are added or enhanced; the Nightwing is just born blue. It doesn't matter what color the parents were- all blue moon Nightwings are a deep, saturated blue.

Calmbringer was hatched in the Rainforest, creating his laid-back demeanor. He has an uncanny ability to comfort those around him, often giving words of encouragement or assuring advice. This shocks most dragons, as Calm seems nothing more than an empty-headed "too relaxed for his own good" type.

Calm can predict the most likely futures, typically not more than a month or two ahead. His parents assure him that this power will grow stronger as he grows older, but Calmbringer wishes he didn't have Foresight, as many dragons nag him to see their mundane close futures.

Everything about Calm is, well, calming. He can ease tension in a room with no problem. His voice is slow and smooth, with a surfer-bro accent. Calm thrives on helping others and avoids dragons that have "bad energy", letting them make their own mistakes.

[gotojobin]

#CalmBringer Calm Bringer Time was that dragons were harbingers of destruction and evil, creating chaos and wanton destruction. Brave knights were sent out to slay these beasts again and again many fell but some succeeded and slowly the dragons numbers dwindled. For creatures that only bred every five hundred years or so this was terrible. It was when a young monk discovered a dragon egg abandoned when its mother had been killed, the dragons cave had been looted but the egg had been overlooked as just a rock. He took the egg back to the monastery and started to say prayers over the egg for the next fifty years of his life until it hatched. The white tiny creature crawled out the darkened egg and immediately the monk knew his prayers had worked. This dragon was brilliant white, with feathered wings and tiny halo's round its gold spikes. As the dragon grew it of course attracted the interest of the local knights and more than once the dragons elderly carer wringed his hands in fear. But not once did the knights ever get close to the dragon let alone injure it, its breath was a thick pink smoke that smelled strongly of strawberries and spring days and when it dissipated the knights no longer had an urge to fight and dropped thier sword and shield and trotted off into the sunset. In due course the monk died and the white dragon took off into the sky and undoubtedly spawned tales of angels as well as a fair few baby dragons who blessed by good continued their parents legacy.

[the-king-of-the-wind]

Dear girlfriend,

Dear girlfriend,

It’s strange how often I find my thoughts drifting towards you. I see the garden and think upon the times we shared a picnic in the meadow, see one of the dogs upon Barona’s streets and wonder what you would name them. No matter where I go it is as if a part of you is with me, remains just beyond my sight, as though I could turn and your smiling face would be there to greet me, as warmly as you always do. 

There are few moments so dear to me. The moment I see you and your face lights up, the way your blue eyes sparkle and your hair glows like spun gold, your smile as though the sun itself. Your voice that calls out to me with such radiance, your arms about me as you greet me with such a warm embrace… it is those times I treasure more than anything. 

Someday I would like to think I will find the means to tell you properly. To tell you how much you mean to me, to truly explain what your smile, your kindness, your love has done for me. I could count the ways but they are more numerous than the stars in the sky. You who has remained steadfast at my side, who has supported me and helped me through so many trials… I did not think I would ever be so fortunate as to meet another such person in my life, much less be allowed to share with you what we have. 

I cannot help but hope that your journeys have been treating you kindly, that the people you have met, the places that you have been all offered you everything you hoped from them and more. That the road upon which you walk brings you happiness, and perhaps will eventually bring you back towards mine once more. 

When next you visit perhaps we should do something special. I will give it some thought and perhaps it shall be my little surprise. There are so many things I wish to share with you, so many places I want you to see, things I want you to experience. So many things… I want to do together. I know the future not always certain, but still I have many hopes for it. 

For now, I only hope to see your radiant smile again soon. 

Wishing you every happiness,Richard

[divine-identite]

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[hypermightyrikku-blog]

- for calmbringer

From the minute her vydran had told her that Yuna had chosen to take the summoner's journey, the wheels in her head had been turning. How can I save her? How do we stop this? And she'd tried so hard, through kidnappings and old creepy unsent monks and Sin. Eventually she had Tidus on her side, too, and for a while it had boosted her hope and made her believe that their summoner, their Yunie, would come out of this unscathed and--

and now, she is not a guardian. She is a fifteen year old girl holding her dying cousin in the smoking remains of Spira's hope.

Rikku finds herself irrationally angry that Tidus is not the one in her place, comforting Yunie and being reminded with every rattling gasp that nobody is infallible - but she knows he comes from a world where death is an occasion and not a way of life, and he is not suited for it.

Yunie is silent, withdrawn - her face is pale and sweaty and pained, her entire body trembling with the effort of simply being, but she still manages a small smile at her cousin, and asks - so quietly Rikku isn't sure she hadn't simply hearing things - for a song.

The smile she offers in return is fragile but genuine; the Al Bhed girl channels every good memory she's had with Yunie into it - meeting, laughing, holding her hand tight to remind herself that she has family. And because she could never deny her Yunie anything, she agrees.

So she bites down hard on the inside of her cheek, hard enough to pierce the skin and make her bleed - there's no way she can cry now, not now, not when Yunie knew all along that this was how things would be - and she runs her shaking fingers down the sides of Yuna's face.

She breathes deep through her nose, once, twice, and begins.

It hadn't really been a conscious thought - the tune in her mind had been an old lullaby, the soft kind that had no words - and yet she sings a broken version of the Hymn of the Fayth, the pieces that had been clumsily translated into common tongue and then again into Al Bhed; her voice catches more than once and she stumbles where she has forgotten the words. If Yuna notices, Rikku sees no indication.

She sings until long after her cousin's eyes fall closed, until the last breath catches in Yuna's lungs and sticks; until her throat is raw and Wakka is forced to pry her away so that they can cover Yuna's body - her body, she repeats to herself, because it's not really Yuna anymore - and get her ready to make her final journey back home.

Rikku leaves that place before the rest, locking herself away in the small cabins of the airship; she reemerges only hours later, her eyes red and her skin blotchy, but determination written in every line of her face. She won't let her cousin's sacrifice mean nothing.

And four years later, the Al Bhed finally have their own statue of their High Summoner - a shining beacon for the center of their new Home, carefully crafted by deft hands out of their best polished metal.

Rikku is not there to see it, because she's long gone to spearhead the next battle against Sin, preparing before it ever happens; she teaches those who wish to put away the practice of sacrificing summoners forever to fight, to break free of Yevon's teachings and develop machina. She will fight Sin, she knows, until the day Spira can truly be free - even if it kills her.

[faythborn]

✿

Tropical air, salty breezes, cool water and her.

That was Tidus’ life these days – training for Blitzball, babysitting Lulu and Wakka’s baby and spending time with his lady summoner. It was the kind of life he pictured back when they were travelling to defeat Sin; a picturesque, almost romantic view he dare not share with anyone else for fear of ridicule. He could only imagine Auron’s amused little smile and Rikku’s loud, boisterous laughter as she attempted to elbow him in the stomach. Thoughts of the future he kept close to his heart – a comfort against the fear that he might not go home. And, after a while, he forgot about going home. For, if staying in Spira meant he could stay with Yuna, it was a small thing to lose.

But now they were safe, and now they were free. Every morning the man would wake up to her smile, and when he played in Luca he would look out to see her furious cheering and waving. It was almost hard to focus when he laid eyed upon the woman, for she seemed as radiant as the sun – and he was a planet stuck in her gravity.

No matter the turmoil, it was something that they weathered together. He supported her in her decisions as high summoner and he knew that, while she valued his advice, she craved her independence. It didn’t stop her from crawling into bed every night yearning for his attention, but he knew better than to think he could dictate her life in the way the rest of Spira had tried beforehand. She was like stone – stubborn and unmoveable; constantly resisting the waves that threatened to pull her down.

And there were times where they would sit upon the shoreline, talking about Zanarkand, her pilgramidge, her sphere hunting and life. It was almost cliché in a way. And sometimes, if she was feeling particularly cruel, she would force him to sit still while she weaved tropical flowers into his blonde hair and laugh like a little girl at the stupid, overdramatic faces that he would pull.

“Am I beautiful yet, Yuna? Do you love me?”

[itavisum]

calmbringer replied to your post:"Maybe she won’t notice…."

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[faythborn]

Gonna be slow for a while because I’m getting back at calmbringer for tearing my heart out. :) :) :)