#oraculideluna

[indomitablewiill]

@oraculideluna

Beth approached the oracle’s room and knocked. “Luna, it’s almost time for the ceremony. I’ll be outside and waiting for you to get ready.”  She positioned herself outside Lunafreya’s door, waiting for the oracle to get dressed in her ceremony attire.

[outofcalms-archived]

@oraculideluna || ♥’d for a smol starter

[✬☾✬] ❝Luna— ❞

     Footfalls halting just shy of the last step that needed to be taken. Chords impossibly meek – more than her usual tone; there’s an amalgamation of relief and resignation, all of which is fleeting, she realizes. The shallow breaths taken mark trepidation for the burning inquiry yet to be posed, but the acolyte swallows back her fear. Ignorance and regret weren’t things she could abide at such a critical time in their lives.

❝Are you...happy? ❞

After all, how often did others think to ask?

[ofgunblades]

WAIT, DID I MISS IT, ARE WE SENDING YOU ALL OF OUR LOVE? BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH OF IT FOR YOU ❤️❤️❤️ ME AND LUNA ADORE YOU AND LIGHTNING SO MUCH, WE'RE SO HAPPY TO KNOW YOU AND WRITE WITH YOU, AND ALSO I LOVE HANGING OUT WITH YIU WHEN I STREAM, YOU'RE SO RAD, PLEASE TAKE MY LOVE, ILY 💙

( OKAY BUT I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOUR STREAMS??? i’ve been so absent from this blog that i probably missed some. D: )

[youngrevolutionary]

scream @ me about Seifer and Ultimecia pls

@serpentinexfire

@thekingsshield

I LOVE ALL THREE (FOUR?) OF YOU. 

YES OK I gLADLY, GLADLY WILL :D :D :D 

God I don’t even know where to begin with this – how he haunts her. The connection with Ultimecia is gone, she severed their bond but she was then destroyed completely.

So there really shouldn’t be any trace of her… except the indoctrination and the trauma that Seifer experienced during his time as her Knight serves to now haunt him to the brink of driving him to psychosis.

I already headcanon that Seifer is at risk for episodic psychosis, and that’s only been exacerbated by the PTSD from being bonded to a time witch.  Seifer is a victim of his reckless ambitions, and in that time serving under her, he had become a puppet. This article here details a little bit of what I’ve had in mind for this headcanon, of what it is like with him being indoctrinated. 

It’s easier over time, but like with any traumatic experience, the time, in the beginning, is rough. Seifer finds himself feeling the after-effects of Ultimecia’s manipulation and the connection and bond they once shared rather frequently.

It comes in the form of auditory and visual delusions. Depending on his mental state, these can escalate to tactile hallucinations where he won’t only just hear the sound of wings fluttering near his ear, but he will feel the wind brush along his ears and neck as well. He sees faces in shadows. Claws digging into the meat of his shoulders. The sensation of whispers causes the hairs on the back of his neck to rise.  And rarely, very rarely, he can hear Ultimecia’s voice utter out a single word —  ’   b o y   ’

[ofgunblades-archived-blog]

14a? (y hello ♥️)

f/f smut starters ( 14a ) | SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING

@oraculideluna

          It was only recently that Lightning had begun to replace her sense of formality ( so closely associated with her job as Shield that it had been firmly ingrained in her every action and word ) with affection —- no longer referring to the Oracle as ‘Lady’ or ‘Your Highness,’ merely Luna ( with a softness that the blonde was surely unaccustomed to hearing from Lightning ). Feelings had inevitably budded and blossomed over the years, only to be plucked and destroyed in favor of professionalism. A Shield was not allowed to develop attachments —- least of all to the one they were meant to protect.

          But things had changed —- they had changed. After Luna had nearly died in Altissia, it was as though the floodgates had opened, the edifice erected around Light’s own heart falling away entirely the moment Luna had awoken from the harrowing experience with Ardyn and the Hydrean. Lightning had lost so much in favor of becoming the Oracle’s Shield —- her family, her ability to form personal connections or focus on anything other than what she was trained for —- and losing Luna on top of that was unacceptable. Not because she was the Oracle, not because Light was meant to protect her, but because, she realized, she cared too damn much to let the Six or anyone else take her away.

          Still, it had been slow going with them, each trying to figure out how to share or accept affection or just be with one another without the roles of guardian and the guarded. How that uncertainty had escalated to this moment —- both topless, warm bodies pressed flush together, gentle kisses ( occasionally, a tongue darted out to meet another, caressing the muscle before teasingly retreating ) exchanged with nerves and, simultaneously, some degree of relative ease and comfort —- was truly a mystery, but as clothing had begun to come off, Light found hands roaming over porcelain flesh ( careful of the still healing wound at her side ). The sight of her was glorious enough, but the feel of her —- soft and supple —- was more extraordinary than she could have anticipated.

          The hand that had been nestled at her hip slipped between them, gently cupping a breast in her palm and kneading flesh, allowing the pad of her thumb to ghost across a hardened nipple. Though Light wanted more —- a new concept in and of itself, considering she’d never experienced such amorous intent before —- she was determined to take her time, explore every precious inch of Lunafreya until the princess was a mess of mewls and breathy sighs. And only then would she proceed to pleasure the other.

[royalxshock]

oraculideluna replied to your post: oraculideluna replied to your post “ragingfists...

I only say it as I see it, Your Majesty. Perhaps your brother would allow a Princess to do the ruffling, if that might see the deed done to his satisfaction? (Get in there, Sabin, she’ll leave you an opening!)

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@oraculideluna RUFFLE HIS HAIR WHILE I GET HIS PRECIOUS LOCKS OF HAIR FROM BEHIND, PRINCESS. WE’RE IN THIS TOGETHER NOW

RELM, OR, UH-- SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! SEND HELP.

[withouttemptation-blog1]

@oraculideluna

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He was tired.

It wasn’t an unusual trait in a world plunged into perpetual night. Where monsters lurked and danger loomed at every turn. Sanctuaries were nonexistent, safety, just another lost term. There was no more time for simple recreation. Nothing that would put the people to laughing easily, or walking with their heads up high. Nothing was certain in a world gone mad.

Exhaustion was a symptom of it all. The fight to survive just another rotation in the normal flow of life. Just another thing to do in addition to eating, sleeping and seeking something of a shelter from the elements outside. 

His worn demeanor was something else. Something that went beyond the obvious. The pain he felt was internal, a wracking guilt, perhaps, or hurt that he hadn’t addressed the true affliction of his soul. An investigation he couldn’t launch because of his inability to even recognize what it was that plagued him so. 

So he wandered.

He wandered until his feet ached, and the calluses on his hands bled, open, body sore from the work required to survive and leave the mark of his presence upon the lands he traversed without ever making a concrete enough impression to stay for very long.

He stood, almost startled at the reverberation of sound carried by her projected voice. Almost as though he hadn’t expected her to snatch up his quiet prodding with any sort of response at all. Almost as though such a warm intonation reached the coldest part of his soul and ignited it with something more than what it was.

She exuded warmth.... somehow carrying a presence that seemed to glow against the background of their world, standing out above all else against the dull atmosphere. 

Piercing blue eyes connected with his unusually tinted violet eyes, lulling him into a false sense of calmness, quite contrary to the flustered state he suffered standing on the street. The equivocal illumination existing behind those icy irises did not change, making it impossible to search for meaning behind the delicate features of her face. 

He took far longer to return back to himself long enough to continue on with his intent. 

“...” He bowed, keeping his head low. “I’m sorry. It... it’s been some time since I’ve seen another wandering so openly. I almost forgot how to speak.” It was easy to fall into the danger of silence, to hold onto that mute part of them set to preserve against inevitable strike. Sound could be deadly in a place like that. Sound could rally forth trouble in an instant, however innocent.

“I’ve been wandering a long time. I would humbly ask if you, perhaps, have some manner of resources I could use in carrying me forth, a warm place to lay my head for the duration of these few lingering hours? I do not take needlessly and I will return whatever gesture is extended to me.” 

[ofbesaid-a]

♡ (I'd love to RP with you sometime!!)

pre-established relationship meme / accepting!

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  / turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other: temple buddies, in yuna’s youth, before besaid!

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based off circumstance ( yevon vs traitors? )  /  based off professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other