#lunima

[mamaterasu]

@lunima​   said  :   *holds a mic up to ammy's face* excuse me ma'am, are you aware that you're the goodest girl??

      …  bark ! 

[regaeliabyeeeee]

@lunima​  said  :  holds his hand. :/

      sorry his hands are sweaty :/

[floredge]

‘    i don’t need anyone else to tell me there’s  somethin` different  about you.    ’

@lunima​    ★    one liner call.

[starszakrewsaysbye]

sweeps her favorite star into her arms and kisses her soundly "happy birthday."

Something     about     kisses     from     the     𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏     𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇     filled     Ciri     with     giddy     joy,     light     pooling     inside     her     and     blooming     from     her     flesh.     She     grins,     her     laughter     filling     Ezra’s     mouth     leans     wholeheartedly     into     her     embrace.     “𝑶𝒉     𝒎𝒚     𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆,     𝒎𝒚     𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆,     𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏     𝒐𝒇     𝒎𝒚     𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.”     Her     words     are     tender,     sweet     like     honey     as     she     presses     kisses     up     along     Ezra’s     jaw     and     across     the     bridge     of     her     nose. 

Their     foreheads     pressed     together,     Ciri     rubs     their     noses     together     gently,     giggling     girlishly     as     she     does.     She     takes     no     notice     of     the     faint,     silvery     light     emanating     from     her,     the     way     her     eyes     are     a     bit     brighter     as     her     joy     radiates     outward.     “Stars     know     how     my     heart     beats     for     you,     love.”     Her     lips     press     to     Ezra’s     forehead     softly,     the     𝑺𝒉𝒆     𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓     leaning     up     on     her     toes     to     do     so.     “𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆     𝒊𝒔     𝒚𝒐𝒖.     𝑴𝒚     𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏     𝒊𝒔     𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

@lunima​ / accepting / send ciri birthday wishes !

[junreishaa]

silently follows him around, just 'cause.

   Layered in little but silken black pants and a flowing robe to match, Genesis Rhapsodos paced among ShinRa’s residence halls and adjacent offices in search of something beautiful.

   Too few were nights when sleep called upon him in proper form: one steep price, among many, for the privilege and prestige of naming oneself a SOLDIER First Class. Were it within his particular taste to indulge in gambling, he would have ventured to guess either Angeal or Sephiroth in a rather similar state of disquiet. 

  But in Midgar’s cardinal hour for sweet-spun dreams, for the promise of fruitful tomorrows, and even the quiet dens of monsters undisturbed, one needed only take one look into ShinRa’s own industrial nest and discover a honeycomb that never truly slept. 

   Noiseless he drifted through the hive, seen but unheeded, as nocturnal worker bees yet again chipped away at projects whose completion only ever ran early of prospected dates---and never a minute off schedule. Quietly he ventured, with a mug of steaming hot cider cradled in one hand, and rode a lift to the Research Department’s lower levels.

  Hidden here, ShinRa’s true roots and treasures remained. Here Hojo kept every asset locked up tight: tucked behind vaulted steel cells or suspended placidly within chrysalids of tempered glass. How sobering a reminder Genesis considered, as he sank onto the leather-bound seat placed before a row of specimens, that perhaps he, too, had slept unknowingly for a time among these tubes.

   Eyes of Mako green followed the suspension’s contents and found he was not at all repulsed by what he found. This was but a butterfly with a half-molted wing. This was but a brother, perhaps a sister---after all, were they not each and every one of them the Goddess’s children? 

   To find beauty in the grotesque. If one could appreciate monsters such as these, then surely something could be discovered next time he happened upon a mirror.   Lashes fluttered, down the cool glass, to where the sleeping creature’s toes folded together like a dancer’s pointe. He wondered if that had been a possibility for her---a woman, he’d decided---once upon a time. All that remained now of grace were the shadows between the veins of translucent feet.      And then a gait, soft and near undetectable atop the sterile stone floor, made pause at his flank. He should have felt her earlier; silent as the woman ever was, something woven within each strand of hair, within the canvas of smooth skin and the seam of her unmoving lips---something Goddess-born within her blood ached so terribly loudly. 

  “It is rather late, Ezra, to be playing hide and seek.” 

   Genesis turned over his shoulder and offered a smile haunted and not entirely present.    Specimen SRX something or other long and categorical serial number, better known as the Moon Girl among the Shrina infantry bold enough to steal a look, lingered not five feet away: bare foot and looking not at all exhausted for the hour. Genesis could not blame them for the moniker: she was beautiful like one, silent like one, not entirely remembered in absence but the most captivating otherwise. “I was just dreaming. Rather, wishing I could.”    His lips twisted up again into a smile, one that this time lingered and softened his features. “Or has the Goddess graced me with a blessing for once, and brought you here to put at ease a very restless sleep?” 

@lunima

[fractempyreal]

@lunima​ echoed:   “….Listen, just pick that up and shut up.”

                         ❛    Interesting   choice   of   behavior   you   take   TOWARDS   SOMEONE   YOU   WANT   TO   ASSIST   YOU .    ❜        𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ,  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝        with   deepening   scowl   spreading   across   his   lips    ,      reaching   out   for   the   item   with its end hanging off the edge of a shelf over her head & out of her reach    ,      without   even   so   much   as   sparing   a   glance   at   the   woman     .      Whatever   the   item   is    ,      it’s   heavy   in   his   hand    .      Figuring   only   that   it’s   important   to   her    ,      he   decides   the   next   best   thing   to   do   that doesn’t involve simply handing it over to her    .  

                                         He   decides   that   it   would   remain   safer   with   him    .

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑 ,  𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐔𝐏  𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ,        he   begins   to   depart   the   area    ,      leaving   her   behind   without   another   word.    JUST LIKE SHE HAD ASKED .  

[inkstrewn-a]

          THERE  ARE  NO  SAINTS  AT  SEA  .   only  the  witch  and  the  bitter  cold  .  ❛  has  my  brother  sent  you  to  me  on  his  behalf  ?  ❜  she  is  dark  as  mid-ocean        heavy  shadow  ,  fathoms  deep  .  a  cracked  mirror  of  the  man  whose  blood  she  shared  .   ❛  he  is  becoming  quite  the  princeling  himself  ...  ❜ 

          @lunima​​ ...  𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆  /  ( sc )

[telegion]

why should i call u daddy, what have u done to DESERVE being called daddy 🤔🤔🤔

 i’m  ,  like  ,  God  ,  so  that  means  i  get  to  be  called  daddy  .  (: