Jun 5, 2020
Me whenever a strong, capable muse who is able to kick ass intervenes to protect Melissa, the girls, the inn:
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Me whenever a strong, capable muse who is able to kick ass intervenes to protect Melissa, the girls, the inn:
Anonymous asked: Who are some of your favorite people on your dash every day and why?
‘Ello, nonnie.
Pretty much everyone I follow can be counted as a “favourite person” but I’ll tag all the people whose chats I have up on the side of my screen because otherwise this post will end up longer than my combat analysis (I know, I know, I haven’t posted it yet and it’s been months).
I may have wrongly assumed some pronouns here so please let me know and I will fix them asap. 💙
@missionheartcd it’s been decided that @turkoftheslums is going to be Jessie’s bridesmaid at the wedding. I know he should be Tseng’s groomsmen, but Jessie’s hijacking him. For what it’s worth, she’s sorry, but he’s going to look stunning in a suit matching the colors of her bridesmaids.
1 and 3 (mun meme)
1. What made you decide to roleplay this muse?
This is a tough question, if only because I have been playing Elena so long that sometimes my memory of what drew me to her in the first place gets garbled. It's easily been over ten years since I first took a crack at her. In the beginning, I was drawn to Yuffie, because at that time I was also very young. Then, at some point, I fell in love with Elena. There isn't much to go on about Elena in canon, but what little there is serves as an attractive canvas. Driven, deadly, but still somewhat vulnerable. I've always liked spy stories as a genre, and the Turks radiate that sort of espionage-related appeal. So I fell in love with Elena and her poorly delineated possibilities and have fixated on them ever since.
3. Are there other characters you’re interested in roleplaying or wish to?
There are always other characters I am fascinated by, and there have been times when I've roleplayed multiple concurrently. Right now though, I'm not sure I have the stamina to maintain a dedicated grasp on anyone else. That being said, I'd got so many tiny ideas and desires for so many others. I’m not much of an OC person these days, having complete creative control usually just leads to me spinning my wheels fruitlessly. The frameworks inherent in canons helps focus things down a bit. The ones I'm the most drawn too are usually NPC types, empty slates by their nature as minor characters. Puzzling out how to take smaller roles into whole identities is enjoyable as it is exhausting, the latter point being why I'm hesitant to try my hand at anyone else for the time being.
↳ @missionheartcd asked, “ ♥ ” // nonverbal loving actions, accepting.
random number generator shot out 22: our muses hold hands somewhere beautiful
how many times in the past 15 years did tseng stop by and check in on aerith? she lost count too many moons ago, when the clock had rewound itself to a much younger girl staring up at a different man, one who’d not yet seen quite so many jarring things. one who didn’t bear quite as much blood on his hands. but she did not admonish him for those things, didn’t stick her nose in the business of someone who was trained to bear himself against the ugliest parts of the world. a man who was trained to perform those acts and to carry on as if they never happened.
she’d been clued into the true nature of the turks, even in the smallest vein, a while ago. she couldn’t claim to understand what exactly they did, how dangerous or visceral, but it was certainly more than checking in on a burgeoning troublemaker who busied her hands in the stems and blooms of flowers to fill her time. aerith had decided not to speak of the things she knew he did, of the change like a phase of the moon that had overcome tseng - had changed him from what she’d first encountered as a girl to the stoic and silent figure that appeared less and less in her check-ins. she didn’t blame him for that, either. life went on, in different directions, like tree branches reaching out and away from their trunk.
but he was here now, with the sun lamps overhead dimming at a rapid pace announcing the nightfall beneath the plates. aerith was surprised when he’d appeared, half-expecting reno or rude or even elena in his stead, but happy all the same for his presence. instead of inviting him in for tea, for pitting him against elmyra for even just a few minutes, she tugged at his sleeve just above his wrist and insisted follow me, i want to show you something. it took a few glances over her shoulder to ensure he was actually coming, but across her yard she went and through the winding paths of the gardens, up toward the waterfall and the cool rushing water where she pressed her body into the mossy rocks and moved sideways along the edge.
the mist of the falls was a pleasant tickle against her bare arms and aerith shot an apologetic look toward tseng for the brief moment of wetness he’d collect as they moved against the formation of the falls - then disappeared into the cave therein. fingers pressed damp bangs from her face, but when tseng’s form appeared behind her she gestured brightly to the flowers within: dozens of glowing petals as if they bore soft lights instead of silk around their centers, illuminating a soft pulse into the space of the alcove. “ i’ve been growing these for years. nobody really knows about them, the seeds weren’t easy to find. ”
and she sought his hand with her own, twined her fingers against the smooth and soft leather of his gloves, gently pulling him further into the secret space, but didn’t let his hand go once they stopped. instead she stood shoulder to shoulder with him (or lower, considering how much height he had on her) and eyed the large collection of glowing blooms. “ they’re called moonflowers. they’re my favorite. ” and she was sharing them with him, one of aerith’s best kept secrets, much like tseng’s itinerary with visiting and not bringing her back to shinra.
“ i just wanted you to see something beautiful. remind you that there are little hidden gems down here, precious things. ” and maybe he didn’t need to be reminded of that, but it was her small gift to him, either way. she beamed against the profile of his face, pleased to give some small token of appreciation for him - after all, when was the last time tseng had something like that?
@missionheartcd || DISCOVERED the TAILOR
“Come on in, handsome - do you have an APPOINTMENT?” Eyes quip up an down, judging current clothing, current choices; “...new suit, by chance?” The CUT of those trousers was HIDEOUS.
Gives you love
Reno Balks a little and makes a point to give himself some personal space. Like a solid 3 meters.
“YO YO YO! PUT THAT AWAY!! ‘When in doubt, wangs out’ is NOT A COMPANY POLICY. NO. BAD. NO TOUCHY!”
“TSEEEEEEENG!!! I NEED AN ADULT!!! “
@missionheartcd asked: ❄ ( elena )
As usual, she was cold.
For someone who always felt like an ice box, this was a damn nightmare. Elena pulled the blanket closer to herself as she stared at the fire. You couldn’t stay too far from it,
A deep breath, the cold hit her lungs, made her curl into a ball, the tiny blonde must have looked like a beachball hunched and wrapped up in blankets. It was going to be a long night, and all they could do was hope the weather would clear by the morning. The wind outside howled, strong enough to rattle the doors and the windows, glass shook with the raging gale.
Why, her mind strayed to her sister, Elena didn’t know but to be fair, it wasn’t like she got downtime with her boss. The chance to have this conversation had never arisen. There was always work to do, right now, there was not work to be done.
“You knew Emma, right?” Or Gun. The name felt irrelevant right now, she would always be Emma to Elena. She knew the answer to the question, yes. They all knew her, in ways that Elena would never.
“What was she like?”