#flaime

[foreststarflaime]

This ask game is kind of banger so how about 🖌 and then M, V, and W for an AGS combo of your choice

Oh it so so is 🫡 coming right up and hehehe I shall do a different combo for each. Collect them all

M. First time they introduced the other as their partner

(Gengeal) After the news of their promotion to First Class, Genesis felt quite high on life, like anything was possible, like he could touch the sky and all his dreams were well within reach. He looked at Angeal, his best friend who had stayed by his side for so long, and felt all that happiness and love bubble up in his heart until it overflowed and he simply had to spin him around and kiss him. Angeal was rather shell-shocked for a few hours after that as he had Revelations: I liked that. I liked that? I um. I like men? I love Genesis fuck

Genesis continued riding that high right through the promotion ceremony and into the party. When Sephiroth came over to offer his congratulations, Genesis promptly reintroduced himself as SOLDIER First Class Genesis Rhapsodos, and his handsome partner Angeal. Angeal turned beet red and struggled to form a coherent sentence with which to scold Genesis for treating him like arm candy.

V. First time they felt insecure/jealous, and how they worked through it

(Sephgen) Sephiroth was of course happy at his best friends’ happiness together, but he couldn’t help but feel a stab of fear that they’d leave him behind (HA I bet you thought this was going to be about Genesis huh. That’s been done enough hehehe). In all the stories he’d heard and read and seen, romance was the highest form of love before which all else paled in comparison and drifted away. He did not want them to drift away from him, selfish though it was. He wished he could make out the mystery of what that love was supposed to feel like. He wished he could love them enough for them to stay.

It was Genesis who confronted him one day in a rage. He demanded to know why Sephiroth had been even more withdrawn as of late, why he seemed to be avoiding their clandestine sparring sessions. Sephiroth clammed up, as was typical of him when faced with feelings, but Genesis was quite adept at drawing strong emotions out of people. Sephiroth. What is my favorite play? He asked after he deduced the origins of Sephiroth’s bad mood. Loveless, of course. And does Loveless not center around three friends? Do you really think I would give up on becoming your equal so easily?

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

(Sephgeal) The second Angeal met Sephiroth, the stained-glass idol of the hero Shinra had ingrained in Angeal’s mind from a young age shattered irreparably. This was no hero—this was just a bratty kid. A bratty kid who needed him and was lost and scared and who felt so much; whom he very quickly learned to love over their first mission together and more every second since, even more than he’d loved his first idea of him. He loved having him and Genesis as his best friends, was honored to take care of them however they needed.

And then Genesis kissed him, and he realized he never wanted to picture his life not being there at his side. And given a little more time for reflection, he realized he couldn’t picture a future without Sephiroth there, as well.

Sephiroth wasn’t really sure if he could love Angeal back in that way, when he asked him. But he wanted to, of course; he and Genesis were everything to him. When he expressed that, Angeal smiled and asked him if he trusted him. Of course he trusted Angeal—he trusted him fully, in a heartbeat, with his mind and his life.

🖌️ - First character you created, or first character you wrote for

Incinerator I think? Or well I co-created her with @fridgefanatic, long story but we had some very involved stories in elementary school lmao. Basically me as dragon trapped in human form. So me

Never wrote for her tho. Hrgh it’s been so long but the first one I remember writing for was I believe Windwing—he’s a dragon from my long-standing fantasy world, basically the dragon avatar but if the avatar used to be a large group of benders that worked together politically to keep the peace. That part is in dire need of a complete overhaul. Much more interesting was his bestie Scroll who looks like a dragon but made of papyrus bc he’s an animate, sentient collection of knowledge. I liked em freaky and slightly inhuman early I see now looking back lmaoooo

[fridgefanatic]

Speaking of @foreststarflaime and dragons, I made this pixel art of their character Foreststar while we were at the library together. (I make pixel art sometimes) They can tell you all about her if they wish, and correct any of my errors-- my cursory recollection is that she's like a storybook god-dragon who is the patron of protagonism, and reincarnates as many different people and creatures to pursue the depths of kindness, wisdom and wonder.

Where every star on her wing represents a different story, it fuels her breath of blue fire with the intensity and brilliance of a life lived nobly.

[foreststarflaime]

Soulmates not in the romantic or even platonic destined for each other kind of way but in the cut from the same cloth when the universe stitched you each into being kind of way. Will you like each other? Well would you like yourself if you met you with a different face and slightly to the left? Universal siblings but different and weird

[foreststarflaime]

Little snippet of a short experimental piece I did a while back because I love him and I’m tired of sitting on it. Big storm dragon hehe

As the eyes of the storm lowered themselves to better see me, the clouds around them lightened so their features could better be made out. Wisps of storm-grey cloud swirled around the balls of lightning to form great muscles made of water vapor. As I watched in awestruck terror, more clouds came into higher definition around them, forming more exposed muscles until there was an entire musculature model of a dragon made of clouds, so massive it was nearly beyond my comprehension. I could see the jaw muscles rippling as he considered me—for I realized then that it could only be he, Stormwind, lord of the air, of whom I had heard so many stories whispered in awe from ages past. None of them did him the justice of seeing him in the flesh.

[foreststarflaime]

HIII it’s me i’m the person reading this, WHO‼️are the OCs you mentioned in the tags? I would like to make about them :3

Why hello there totally anonymous person, I’m so glad you asked! >:) As a lover of worldbuilding these are all characters from the same fantasy world I’ve been tinkering with for a while, Flaime, but are mostly from different stories in that world! I. Will read more this time bc I will probably end up yapping for a bit. I am terrible at explaining things in short format. Click on if you like dragons and elves and stars etc

So first my eponymous Foreststar! They are the chief figure of the pantheon of Flaime, and unlike the others who are mostly elemental-themed (all dragons, I love them all dearly) she is the patron of story. Bardic culture my beloved. She has a counterpart, Darkstar, who is also story, but they cover sort of different aspects of that—he’s like the yin to her yang type of thing, honestly still fiddling with how exactly that works and where they do or don’t overlap. But basically he’s death/the ending of a story and the beginning of a new one, while she’s the living that happens in between! Foreststar is very benevolent hedonistic trickster vibes (I will admit to being inspired by Loki’s god of stories marvel comics arc). They do have a main dragon form like all the other elementals (which my amazingly talented bff @fridgefanatic has done wonderful art of for me several times before, see here for example. There’s also another I don’t think she has posted but the starry wings on it are like my favorite thing ever), but they tend to shapeshift and spend significantly more time among the mortals than the others do, to have some fun and find new stories to be told or perhaps incited. Tries to be a generally decent god, and does care a lot, but can also come across as detatched or like if an author was allowed to interact with their own characters lmao. Occasionally sort of reincarnates herself to live among mortals properly for a few decades

Which brings us to Silva and Orion Starfate yayyy!!! They are the main characters in my sort-of-retelling-mostly-just-inspired-by Castor and Pollux story (which is actually something I did manage to write a full manuscript of a few years back that I really need to revisit and revise). It’s very night sky themed dark fantasy, pretty much every character is inspired by and/or named after some stars-related myth. Anyways Silva and Orion are codependent orphaned twins that live in this nightmare cursed forest infested with unkillable undead hostile moon knights that make it so the inhabitants of the forest basically have to be nomads or die. Silva is unfortunate enough to run into one of them and is shot through the heart with one of their cursed arrows essentially made of frozen moonlight, which turns her into one of them. Orion thinks she’s dead and vows to find a way to kill every last moon knight or die trying. Silva also thinks Orion is dead and vows to destroy the moon knights from the inside (they don’t suspect her bc the cursed arrow was also supposed to brainwash her. It did not, at first at least hehehehe then Eclipse <3) with the help of the nature spirit Rot (I almost put them in the tags too I love them). Oh no :) don’t worry there’s a happy ending. But lots of angst first :) oh shit right appearances, I have no art for them alas but. Identical twins (different genders yes I know transgender is magical. Which one of them? Yes), built like unhealthily pale sticks, long straight dark brown hair on Silva and short on Orion. Silva’s eventual moon knight fit is black mail emblazoned with a silvery crescent moon, mostly covered by a big black hooded cloak that’s silky black on the outside and starry on the inside, wields two khopesh w blades made out of moonlight. Orion’s fit I don’t remember how I described atm but he eventually gets the stars of Orion’s belt glowing on his forehead and also he has that kind of side cloak used as an offhand parrying thing (look up people fighting w sword and cloak) and a rapier also made of moon/starlight

Last but not least, my dear Osprey! He was part of the first group of elves to pop into existence. He and his bestie/brother-by-elemental-fascination Gill loved the ocean above all else in nature. But while Gill preferred to swim beneath the waves and play in the reefs, eventually learning enough water magic to grow himself. Well. Gills, Osprey preferred the view on the crests of the waves, where the ripples in the water made it look like a living thing and it stretched out as far into the horizon as even the elfish eye could see. He spent most of his time sitting on the cliffs by the sea, looking out at that horizon with the ospreys and gulls for company, wishing he could fly away into it like them. He wished he could join Gill, but he could only swim so far without being able to breathe underwater. So one day he got it into his head to use a big piece of cloth to try to get it to catch the wind so he could fly like the ospreys. To his credit it did work for all of 10 seconds before he got tossed into the raging sea during a pretty vicious storm, and the only reason he didn’t drown is because Gill happened to be swimming through there at the time (poor Gill nearly had a heart attack and tended to be rather overprotective after this, not that that ever managed to work on the ever-impulsive Osprey). Then he thought hey what if I put the cloth on a floaty wood thing so I don’t sink? And that’s how ships were invented in Flaime! Lol yeah basically he’s like if you crossed Will Turner with Tuor. I have not thought much about what he looks like tbh but I do think I want him to turn into an osprey upon his death to watch over his family (he drowns in a big world-saving naval battle 😔), so maybe bird-y features like that

If you read all of this wow thank you you are amazing and incredible and I deeply appreciate it and also I hope you enjoyed! I love my little freaks I love putting them through the angst blender and microwaving them in my mind yippeeeee!!!! If I skipped over talking about anything you wanna know feel free to ask

[foreststarflaime]

Mind sharing some Darkstar lore if you would?

( @izunias-meme-hole )

I guess I haven’t really said much about him huh? Well ofc then let me seeeee I have actually been doing some thinking on him lately…here’s a bit for now from veeery early in the timeline 👍

He was the first of the elementals to appear in the place that would eventually come to be known as Flaime. He and Foreststar were the only two to come from elsewhere and not come into creation there. He just kinda hung out and watched for a bit not really interacting as Flaime began to be shaped and the other elementals came into being.

After a while though, change was bound to happen, and he started creeping closer and trying to consume/absorb/effectively destroy things, bc he’s basically a primordial force of change and endings. That’s when Foretstar came and helped rally the elementals to hold him off/calm him.

He does calm for a bit and go back to watching from afar, until a bit after the first dragons are made—they’re not like the elementals. They’re mortal, and when the time comes Foreststar prepares their souls and Darkstar takes them/absorbs them/no one really knows exactly I haven’t thought much on afterlife stuff yet

[foreststarflaime]

Day 7: Moon

The Moon Khopesh, dual blades made of the silvery light of the night wielded by my oc Silva Starfate, the Silver Crescent knight of the moon!

bonus tiiny little excerpt from the scene where she finds them from the first draft of the manuscript of the book she's from:

Despite their alien appearance, they felt familiar—no, not quite that…like home, perhaps? But no—simply right is the best way to describe it, I suppose. They felt right in her hands, and they fit there perfectly, as if they were made for her, sending an electric shiver of delight down her spine. While she held them wonderingly she felt alive again, alive as she hadn’t felt since the arrow that killed her. And as she pondered this the light of the stars and the moon grew bright in her mind’s eye, so bright it should have been blinding and yet wasn’t, so bright the light became as a thing liquid and flowed gloriously through her, through the veins of her arms and then through her hands and then into the hilts and finally pooling in the invisible mold of what should be and forging it into what is; the blades.

[foreststarflaime]

Swordtember Day 4 — Dragonslayer

In which a dragon is slain, though not quite on purpose, and not to the usual glory that accompanies such feats

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