#faithloved

[lightwarring]

ffxiv muses as actual tumblr rper lyse: the shitposter and yda rper y’shtola: that one popular blog thancred: the multishipper but doesn’t really do ic stuff urianger: the purple prose blog papalymo & minfilla: on indefinite hiatus

[sehyas]

@faithloved.

mis-matched eyes watch the woman in front of her, knowing fully well who they rest upon. the murmurings of the warrior of light being in town didn’t take being someone who specialized in gathering information to know. when she showed up, everyone knew about it. the miqo’te kept her arms loosely folded in front of her as she inspected her, watching her mostly out of curiosity and not out of ill-intent.

           ❝ do you have a name? ❞ she finally speaks up, her tone even yet loud enough for the other to hear. ❝ warrior of light, warrior of light -- your title is shouted from the mountains. but you are a person, are you not? who are you? ❞

[scionmage-blog]

“I uh... Made a HUGE mistake, didn’t I, Psyche?...”                                                                         -Wedge

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[deaegratia]

[ @faithloved ]

A package arrives on Psyche’s doorstep! The small rectangle has been carefully wrapped in colored fabrics. Alongside it is a note with rather uneven handwriting.

“Hello miss Psyche!

I wanted to thank you for your help the other day! My arms hurting a lot less now. 

I know you said you liked whittrets, and I kinda wanted to make you a plush, but I don’t know if you still sleep with stuffed animals? So I made you a purse instead! You seem like the fashionable type, and it’s always nice to have some extra space to store tomestones and the like!

I hope you’ll like it!

Love,

Nenela”

If Psyche were to unwrap said package, she would find a purse that vaguely looks like a moogle. You can see Nenela put a lot of effort into it!

[deaegratia]

faithloved replied to your post: huntersworn replied to your post: “he’s just going...

NENELA

FREE HER.

[scionmage-blog]

WRITE ABOUT THEIR CONFESSION U COWARD

THE SECOND CONFESSION ALRIGHT

SO

Malito had volunteered to take care of Lymo after he found out he forgot everything??? But it took weeks for him to actually regather the courage to tell him again. It took Lyse literally throwing Malito at Papalymo while they were visiting Rhalgr’s Reach to even get anything out of him.

And even then it was embarrassed squeaking more than actual words. The actual confession arrived later that night when Malito decided he would do it just to put his heart at ease.

But when he poured out his feelings and told Papalymo there was a bit of silence before he would reply.

And even then his “reply” was just a hug and Papalymo laying his head down on the WoL’s shoulder. Papalymo isn’t good at just saying his feelings, so he had to go with being physically affectionate as a reply.

And that would have been their second confession, whch Malito is very glad happened.

[fysiharchive]

「☾」( @faithloved )

            Summer lips breathe in and exhale slowly. Crystal eyes turned, taking in the DEVASTATION left within the wake of the latest battle. They DANCED ALONG the ruins with a certain quiet desperation. They did not stop searching the rubble until they were met with several familiar pairs doing the same. A sigh of RELIEF floods from the dam of her mouth. 

            It was a DIFFICULT thing, to be constantly on DEFENSE and yet live in a world so STAGNATE. An arm raises to roll across SMEARED MASCARA and the sweat that has streaked through the dirt and ash that caked on her cheeks. She glances down her forearm that picked up the debris. Splatters of crimson like freckles on her skin, blood that this time THANKFULLY didn’t belong to any of them.

            Still, this was another VICTORY. After eyeing the other two warriors of light in her care, the self-appointed guard found her way toward where she would find the smallest of the three in her company. Her arm slips through Psyche’s ( linking the two together ) and Kolete leans into her with ease. She offers a smile, shaking laugh floating like a MELODY into the woman’s ear.

             ❝ Well I for one think we deserve a drink! Think you can talk mister tall, dark, and handsome into letting us borrow his tab? Just for one night..❞ She ponders for a moment, but speaks before she allows Psyche much time to protest,  ❝ Either he gives into you or i’ll have to do it the hard way and challenge him to a drinking match.. that rarely fails..❞

[amberenigma]

" if your bandages rip one more time, i will have your tail. "

If she wasn’t actually serious about it, maybe he’d brush it off------but, having towered over Psyche in height was enough to make her somewhat threatening. “--It’s very difficult to keep my arms down if I need to cast a spell..!” Ovan nearly whines, idly scrutinizing the third fresh wrapping of bandages closest to his elbows.

Maybe taking a hard tumble was just not a smart idea at all, Ovan.