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☆ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 : of scandals and gossips

chaos-ridden beauty was a whirl of rose-gold, garnet & ivory. ever the covetous, ever more the desiring. she leaned in close to the loveliest star & whispered: "your brother ... is he... ?" fina trailed off, a cute giggle punctuating the tail end of her inquiry. @nerocygna

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃. amusement echoes onto the corner of her lips. your reflection : a glint to orchid eyes. a makeshift fantasy. a twisted allure. beauty comes in a form of an incentive weapon, yet bhunivelze's light shields her from lindzei's manifested trickery. you hold no power over her, aside from the entertainment she so desperately sought. round and round the game of gods commence, but fear not. she does not harbor light's affliction and her expression remains sincere. the guiding starlight. the one who gravitates lost souls with her seraphic song and earthly compassion. accepting your gravity, cherubs merriment escapes her lips.

❝ he is what ? single ?❞ she plays along in tune, shoulders playfully nudging you as if she was partaking in such scandalous affair. indeed, interest of her brother was truly not a rare occurrence. the heir to latin's dark and known commander to the niflheim army. always so serious ( always so grumpy ), yet his personality truly was outweighed by his countenance. if only he smiled more, but as the younger sister his attention was always on her presentation rather than his own affairs. a terribly boring older brother, but a dear one at that. ❝ unfortunately so, he rarely has the visitation to see his family, so i doubt he has any time for a dear one. ❞ she feigns dismay, ❝ o' if only the gods can grant him the vision to meet someone so fair and worthy for his affection. ❞

[sanctiichor]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )  - ( No longer accepting! )

@nerocygna asked : My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction. ( HEHEHHH )

He smells her perfume, sickeningly sweet and overwhelming, before she even makes her presence known. The jingle of her silver and rustle of her fabrics, tell-tale signs of the dark witch’s approach. A beautiful enchantress she is, The numerous men and women alike that had fallen under her spell and met their demise all too soon before their lives could truly begin were evident of that. Many have come to fear her and perhaps rightfully so, the Warrior knows a capable foe when he sees them. 

But it mattered not, for she still is a foe all the same.

And all the Warrior sees is a woman who lives in delusion. 

She’s in front of him now, having appeared in the seconds between each blink, her red eyes – haunting in their beauty, the dark of the Chaos Shrine painting them a deep crimson, locked onto his own of forget-me-not, still brilliant despite the threat of being swallowed whole in the wake of the darkness. 

Her playful glee did naught to stir the sterling knight, who stood still and defiantly as the witch made herself closer, invading his space and what seems to be a silent hope she would get a rise out of him. However, the Warrior will give her no such victory. 

“Let me pass, Fina.” 

The Warrior speaks, his voice – stern and unflinching, resonating within the once hallowed halls of the forsaken shrine, the ancient pillars seemingly tremble at the majesty of the Warrior of Light’s voice. She did not move the inch, and continued to remain within his view, blocking his way – her honey-sweet candance merely a divergence from his actual goal, to meet with her lord and master, Garland.

“I have no quarrel nor business with you, step aside.” 

He does not wish to begin a battle when it was not on the forefront of his being here – he only wished to converse with Garland. To keep the delicate peace that had fallen upon both sides for the time being, the Warrior will stay his blade.

However, he only hopes that Fina does not mistake his desire for peace for passivity.

[hauntsect]

"💌" Hi hiiii — @nerocygna

❥ ❝love letters from my bleeding heart?❞

Inconspicuous, the letter is, waiting to be opened as if it had been there for a while but, truly, having appeared recently, out of nowhere. The remnants of Hyles, his gentle touch against it, his smell, are new. The ink he brushed the words with still fresh... It is the right moment to read the contents.

My dear Fina...

Happy Valentine's Day.

I am way past that day, you say? Well, we were never ones to be conventional, were we? Rather than celebrating such a day, I am here to hand you the death of February in a silver platter for us to feast upon.

Let us celebrate its end, and more ends to come.

Yes, I have prepared an evening you will enjoy on this very day. Dinner and an offering of your choice, so you receive concrete proof that my adoration knows no bounds.

Sow your seeds of chaos, I will see them grow.

With love and outstretched hands to the death of the youngest,

Your moth, Hyles.

[asterites-archive]

it's been an absolute pleasure knowing you and stella for all these years! your efforts in building her character to something that feels (AND IS) inexplicably canon have been ridiculously successful. just a perfect, perfect girl. thanks ailli for sharing her with us!

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enjeeeeeeeeee, i was so happy to see and hear from you again ! it's been so long, and frankly the plot that we had with your luna ages ago is still near and dear to me. i absolutely cherished the dynamics we created in the past, and i am more excited to see your fina shine !! it's honestly great chatting with someone about versus, and you have done nothing but enable me these past few years. chatting with you again, brings back so much memories, and each time you definitely challenge me to think about stella in different light. so honestly, thank you enjee !!!!

seeing you again, and seeing your writing shine is truly inspirational. your attention to detail, the flowery prose, the gothic-aesthetic you use in your description is just so astounding. the care and craftsmanship you manifest in your girl is really admirable, and from what i read, the fact you use the first FF game as a base to your creation --- is definitely something to praise. your girl is chaos manifested, a femme fatale, and what happens when love turns incredibly toxic. it's definitely a unique take on a muse, one that flirts with the essence of dangers and survival, and even then you were still able to fit her in other games. she is precious and extremely talented, literally a work of art in terms of her perfermance.

but tbh, i just think its funny how she's this manipulative shrew but then when garland is around ---- all brain cell is just thrown off the edge. truly a woman in love, and i stand her for that.

she knows what she wants, and i applaud her for that.

but yes, stella's dynamic with her really is fascinating too. given their god alignment, and eccentric way of life ---- it's nice seeing them be fond of each other, even if it was a brief moment that their lives were touched. i cry over the fact that miss fina feels stella's absence and the way she recognize that stella is in fact loosing her sense of self each meeting since. it's so heartbreaking, but versus really do gotta be mean so thank you for letting me explore that.

but over all, enjee it also has been years since we first started to interact ---- i think 2018 if my archives are correct. and the fact that you're back and still here, just made it all the better. you were there to see my experimental portrayal and you are here now, seeing how much she has improved since. i hope to continue to see you as well, to see your writing, to see your muses growth ---- i don't like thinking about years anymore, but with you its not so bad <3

[verreprincesse]

@nerocygna dreamed: i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person. ( is this okay?? hello! )

"I wasn't meaning to imply anything..." She added as she began to guard herself. She may not know how to fight, but she figured she could get a good hit in before running if needed.

[hamletsboy]

she graced him with a beatific upturn of rose-painted lips. her sultry gaze twinkled with excitement. white roses were pressed against her soft bosom, a gift from an admirer for her wonderful performance. ( her feet ached terribly, proof of skill & prowess ) but these meant nothing to her compared with being blessed by the king’s own presence. she unceremoniously dropped the bouquet onto her vanity table & hopped up to wrap her slender arms around his neck. tresses of rose-gold spilled down her shoulders and back from the sudden, graceful movement. “ noctis … you came to congratulate little old me? ” the ballerina tilted her crown to the side. a silver manicured thumb caressed his jaw affectionately, leaning to press a tender kiss to his mouth. heat burned her pale cheeks, departing almost bashfully. "thank you ... my king... "  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNOCTIS   ADORES   HER.       doesn't   know   if   it's   love   or   limerence,   or   something   else   in   between.       when   fina   asks   &   he's   able,   he   manages.       his   first   ballet   was   an   except   of   la   mort   d'une   étoile,   a   harmless   portrayal   (   although   he   can't   forget   the   unsettle   &   unease   that   burrowed   itself   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach,   the   prop   crystal   from   which   the   principle   ballerina   unraveled   herself   from,   the   orchestral   hum   that   borrowed   his   name.   )       &   although   he   hadn't   been   fond   of   it   at   the   time,   it's   something   he's   grown   into   —   not   quite   a   patron   of   the   arts,   but   close   enough.       it   helps   that   it's   her   dancing,   elegant   little   starlet   clad   in   chiffon   &   glitter,   glamorized   constellations   across   her   skin,   pretty   shimmered   cheeks.       '   of   course   i   came.   '       he's   gentle   despite   everything,   soft - spoken.       not   quite   the   king   of   light,   but   close   enough.       he   leans   down.   kisses   the   side   of   her   neck   to   not   smudge   her   make-up,   tenderly   then   with   teeth.       '   i'd   give   you   anything   you   asked   for.   '       his   hands   slide   down   to   her   waist.       '   after   all,   you're   playing   your   part   perfectly,   fina.   '

[cornelianlute]

Syd! I was super curious about something and wanted to ask: what's your favored hair color for Sarah and why? (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ we know milady has went from pink to green to reddish gold (mobius FF) and now platinum blonde for SoP!

I thought about this long and hard (you think it’d be an easy answer considering most of my icons and some of the graphics on my blog), but probably her green hair. I first played ff.1 on the psp and her sprite appearance in that release has her with green hair. That’s the one I’m most familiar with and I’m biased towards. 🙊 It’s also, imo, probably the best re-release of ff.1 since it has all of the gba content and then new content on top of that. It’s also the way I played f.f2… 💀 BUT!!! I’m okay with all her other hair colors - the reddish hair she has in the nes (which I thiiiiiink is the same as mob.ius), her pink in all her other appearances (which I think is based on her appearance on the cover art for f.f1), the aquamarine/tealish??? color from the original mobile release of ff.1 (which I think is because of an alt. Art of her and the Wo.L) , and then her blonde hair in S.oP / the manga!

I tend to write her with green hair unless it’s verse specific or something or I have a whimsy 🧚🌟 to write her with one of her other hair colors. Like in my sleeping beauty au, she has blonde hair but then in one of my f.f9 verses she has purple hair because of heacanons. Then sometimes I’m just weird and I like her with silver hair cuz of some editing I’ve done for icons. 💀 I also have spent too much time editing icons with the pink , green , and blonde and I think some with the red. 💀 And then idk what consumed me , but I edited a bunch of my S.oP and Wo.FF icons so her appearance resembles her Wonderswan/PS1/GBA/PSP appearance. 💀 So don’t be surprised if you see me using icons of her with different hair colors. Also cuz I don’t have a computer right now to finish editing some of them with her GBA appearance like my Wo.FF icons. 💀

I know Mo.bius depending on the FF collab outfits you can equip her with, her in-game model hair will change. I think it might’ve been a toggle too ‘cuz of some screenshots I’ve seen??? But when she’s wearing the Y.uffie outfit she has black hair and then the Se.rah Fa.rron one she has pink hair again. I think with Te.rra and Rik.ku, she has her default hair. I think sq.uare is probably just going to stick to her pink hair though because of her newest unit + vision card in ff.be and then they changed her sprite appearance in the pixel remaster. I haven’t seen any new content outside of So.P with her blonde hair and I think that one was probably inspired by her nes sprite (maybe cosmos too idk) because Jack with his G.arland armor (no helmet) resembles his nes sprite, Neon in her red mage outfit resembles the red mage sprite (even in sarah’s new vision card the red mage resembles neon to me), and then they went back to orbs from the original release, the flying fortress is a space station again and I think there were a few other things that made me think of the nes version but I don’t remember. 😔 A tangent though but I think As.tos’s new design and role was imo probably inspired by Sorg.ue in ff.d2, and then Mi.a resembling her father is probably because of her sprite appearance in the original mobile release where she has the same hair color as her dad and then Sarah shares a similar hair color with their mom. Okay big tangent over.

So um… big post aside… probably green hair but I like her with all of her hair colors!! I’m not picky!

[valtcr]

Liked for a starter @nerocygna

In his deer form, the forest spoke to him in pressure and scent and the minute disturbances of life out of place. The witch’s magic hung in the air like burnt honey as it clung to bark and moss. He lowered his head as he moved, antlers threading cleanly between branches, each step placed with a hunter’s precision. Valtor paused where the soil had been scuffed with shallow prints leading deeper into the forest.

Moonlight slid over his hide as he crossed a stream, water closing silently around his legs. The current carried her scent downstream, but he ignored the trick, angling instead toward the denser trees where the air grew thick with gathered power. Antlers brushed past hanging lichen, never tangling, never slowing. The forest bent subtly around him, branches shifting, roots easing aside.

Valtor slowed to a glide, savoring the last stretch of the search as the witch was close enough now that he could sense her magic humming in the air. Slowly, the stag wandered into a cottage and paused just outside the gates, staring past the magical barrier he had not crossed.