#viivyre

[afraidofchange]

Zaryaswife. That's it, you won the OW username game.

Haha I've had that name since Day 1!!! @viivyre it's been ~My Brand™~ everywhere!!

[tellusbane]

Regarding his name; how did being named after a disaster influence his identity? How does not knowing his origins / true name affect him? && most importantly, did he ever think about changing it?

It was certainly a challenge to get used to it. It’s an event that affected the people of the star in various ways. So it was ridiculous, but then again, he didn’t have it in him to correct it. In another thread I’m having, I’ve shown him to struggle with his entire identity in general. That even before the big reveal in SHB, the truth concerning the Source, its reflections and its people, that he always felt incomplete. Like he was half a person and he went with his days being unable to do anything about it but just to accept and allow this fact to exist beside him. 

There came moments where he pictured that he had a family. Brothers and sisters to tend to. Mother and Father to worry and come home to. It’s even more evident when he sees other families. It brings up the question of: did I have someone like that in my life as well? It’s an agonizing thing to think about and more so when nobody can truly answer it for him, not even himself. So he has to shelter his own mind by claiming that it was the Calamity that had taken them than to go forward with the reality that he did have people. They just didn’t care enough to seek him or even recognize him as his reputation began to precede him.

He introduces himself as ‘Meteor’, but you’ll never really see him be confident when saying it. I try to reflect this in my writing by never mentioning his name when talking about him in roleplay threads. He will always have that deep detachment to it, the same way he feels about the whole Azem ordeal. Everytime he has to put it into writing/signature, there’d be a long pause, as if it’s wrong to even name himself as such or claim it just to have a sense of self.

I think what bothers him most about his lack of memory is that he’d never know what kind of person he was before he wore the mantle of Warrior of Light. That there will always be a lingering guilt for not remembering. That maybe there were people he had wronged, people he had let down, people he could no longer see, people whom he could no longer keep his promises with. He had thought about changing his name, but nothing truly sounded right. Like every name in existence only served to make him feel stranger. And because the people that he had come to love now are used to calling him this way, the smiles, the happiness and the eagerness of it all when it passes their lips, he just decided to keep it for good.

[nulltune]

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[rexgeo]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

@viivyre​ asked: " Morax. " — through puppet's eyes she beholds but a mere glimpse, fleeting / the sorrow-hollowed, time-hardened, corrosion carved visage of a familiar entity. Aye, how else to describe that which memory coaxes back into one's stricken mind / dear sister's entourage (never your own; do they see in you still the likeness of someone dead & gone?) - if so, this too carries eternity's tune; so alike to the clamor of thunder, as soothing as it is sheer agony. Unblinking, brows coerce themselves into a furrow. The Shogun moves in unison with consciousness' will & yet... (such dissonance! Oh, how you yearn for the long lost trust between archon & shadow - a piteous thought, ah, it hurts). — cue a pause; the violet in puppet's eyes dissolves / flees akin to the flash before thunder's crash. Eventually, she continues; too unperturbed & unfeeling, almost. " You seem troubled. Have the years not been kind to you? " - - from Ei!

          𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔, 𝒆𝒃𝒃 && 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 akin flesh cast to the mercy of time. Wrought of earthen profoundness, steadfast && unstoppable. Crumbling against the test of time && yet building into newness. Shaped aloft the grindstone && wrought of unmistakable progression. The stone doth shift, reality an incessant && ever present reminder that time will never still under the weight of aught. Namesake of creation fleeting against charged air, carried on stagnant wind unforgiving. He hears it && acknowledges it within mind. Posture telling of the thoughts pressing the peace amidst mentality akin raging storm ‘round them. A product of the will of kin && that which presses their own existence. The constant of eternity, the immovable clarity in that which they desire of the realm. To immortalize all that has come to be && deter exception.            Or is that naught but distant fever dream? The impressionability of distant creature wrapped in skin && yet bathed in starlight that mayhap touched the hearts of few archons thus far---is it truly so far cry a possibility? Wonderment begets the assimilation of geo, condensed into orb that has since permeated his personal space && comprised its own orbit ‘round him. To ponder the past, the present, the future; it’s no different than he of creation before his fall. A laughable prospect, a construct of guise.. && yet all at once it had succeeded && here he stands amidst the mundane in a realm he long ago held reign. Moreover, kin at side that approaches in light of voidal concern. An emptiness to the sentiment despite the sense of will within puppet’s hollow.            “Beelzebul.” How long has such name been uttered under any voice not of the vulpine? How long ago now since the loss of sibling? Since the parting of Baal? The depth of tonality akin bedrock, sturdy in its own will. Corrosion an ample point of discussion one day---he will make the time to mediate the possibility should it become problematic. Because just the same as he, one day they all will fall && the universe will be barren of divine influence. Only the people shall remain, only humanity will lead the way to future days: he embraces this truth. He embraces the way of man && what is to come. He is not wrought of worriment so much as he is anticipation. Thoughts bleeding into the confines of expressionism, albeit unintentionally. Perhaps conveyed improperly to bring about aforementioned concern.            At last, he looks upon company with arms ‘round torso. Mere thoughtfulness begets such stance---naught of reservation. It is, at face value, casual. To which is altered in the likes of regarding the other with respect && fondness as kin would. Molten amber befalls that of devoid amethyst && he cannot help but recall days of old. When it was not one, but two that stared back at he with the fervor of their purpose. A low hum ensues, lashes cast across the crests of cheeks for momentary gather to discern his feelings. Before, of course, they are presented forthwith on deepened breath.            “I am merely reminiscing on that which once was. I suppose I’ve become quite sentimental these days, and yet it seems a more likely human trait.” A pause. “Living among them---it’s enlightening to see the way that they have evolved in ways more than one. The physical, the mental, emotional... but that is a conversation for another time, I’m sure.”            A glance to the crack of thunder daring to tear the sky asunder in the distance. Quirk of brow, momentary as it may be, is all of which expressionism might yet beseech of his curiosity. The gods that age all bestow upon the realm their will in difference ways. He of commerce && thriving progression, accepting the likeness of change && days anew. But she..            “However, that seems a more suitable question to ask of you. Is it not? For how long has this storm raged against the horizon?” He knows the answers. Knows that will has been harsher since the passing of sibling. Knows that war changes the heart of any && all beings, god or otherwise. He is not ignorant to that which alters the course of existence. Eyes return to vessel therein. The husk that stands before him is not the god within mind’s eye. 

[808s-a]

Arturia vc: Shirou, as your role model, I advise you to find a hobby. Join me on my stroll to the beach where I will then longingly stare into the distance wishing my girlfriend was here.

❝ i'd love to help you work through your gay angst saber , but issei said he needed help cleaning the ryuudou temple . i heard there's a mold buildup and i haven't gotten to work on something like that in a while .❞

[noircisaint]

⠀⠀           ❝ something the matter? you haven’t touched your drink since you got it. ❞ @viivyre​

[ofspark]

          𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕?

@viivyre ; I told you that this all felt like this scene. Old friends reuniting all over again. Love you much as I always have. 

[tyrannized]

@viivyre​ | Gawain & Arturia.

    “Uncle!” What a strange time to be reunited, given it was a battlefield though he immediately realized he shouldn’t switch to warm greetings knowing that this was going on. It was all vague, from being beside their master to fae magic splitting them up. He did not know how long it had been much less where it came from but it was obvious that his mother had no hand in it. No, if Morgan desired it she would face them herself and that was absolute whenever it came to someone of her power and stature. “From my time finding you at least... I have ran into nothing but madden fae and the others!” A block from his sword prevented a few from hitting him at least mid conversation, to try and report it. 

    Another swing and block, he was not letting them get past him much less near his king and uncle. They will not move past this indomitable sun which shined bright, at it’s brightest now of all times. “Sir Lancelot has not found Lady Vivian, from what was said whenever I managed to find him. Gareth is attempting to search with Mordred for Sir Tristan still, however Mordred has mentioned if he is entranced that he planned to beat him for causing us this grief.”

    Of course he was about to speak once more but then right before his eyes these fae children were beginning to swarm. Damn, they must have realized that he was stronger than he looked. “We may have to break the defensive they are trying to force on us together, since the suns at the highest point I can attempt to do so if given time... however if mother has not driven them mad she may not be pleased we hurt them and we will need to deal with her later.”