#vilune

[leegrae178-blog]

Gotta love a good blow out and bayalage! I got too excited for how bomb she looked lol! #manikin #blowout #roundbrush #vilune #hair #cosmetologist

[princessroxcie]

VILUNE SAVEER

Appearance -

Gender: Female

Race: Keepers of the Moon Mi’qote

Height: 5′11

Age: 33

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Golden Blonde

The Facts -

Name Day: 27th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

Occupation: Mezzo Soprano Singer, Composer, Fashion Designer, Amateur Chef

Sexual identification: Bisexual

Romantic identification: Monogamous

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Criminal History: No

Relationship Status: Married to Dekkyra Iyrnfyndrwyn

Favorites –

Favorite food: Seafood of any kind

Favorite drink: Fruity drinks, no preference as to what

Favorite artist: probably herself or a collaborator 

Favorite scent: teakwood

Favorite person: Kyra, her brother or seven sisters, her mother, her father when she runs into him

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫ Worked as a cooking assistant for several years in her youth, enjoys cooking at home whenever she has time and is actually pretty good at it.

⚫ Has an entire closet dedicated to shoes; has a bit of a shopping addiction and can always reason as to why she needed it.

⚫ Excels in archery and extremely competitive. She could probably work on better sportsmanship.

⚫ Her mother raised her seven sisters and one brother. Funny enough, they all share the same father so look very much alike. He liked her mother best and just kept coming back before wandering off again. Her favorite sister is Javeerah, the youngest.

⚫ Sings regularly in Lominsan cafes and restaurants. At one point she dreamt of bigger stages, but she’s content where she is at the moment.

⚫ Cannot hold her liquor to save her life. Barely two drinks in and she’s overly affectionate. 

⚫ Loves to design her own clothes for her performances.

⚫ While she is a good cook, baking is another matter. She LOVES to eat sweets and desserts. She burns them if she tries to make them herself.

⚫ Has mild jealous/possessive tendencies and insecurities with absolutely no basis in reality. She knows this and tries very hard to work on them, but oftentimes it bubbles to the surface despite her best efforts.

⚫ Chocobos make her nervous and she doesn’t particularly like riding them. She needs a particularly gentle/affectionate beast to break her of this. 

Five Things -

Things they like: - Good food and wine - Singing, dancing, and anything related to music - Romantic plays, operas, books that give her feelings - A beautifully designed lingerie line (she must have all of it) - Compliments

Things they dislike: - disruptive people - complicated jobs that distract her wife from her long-term (but look how cute I am!) - Art critics - Losing - Slavers - Pirates (at least pirates who won’t fall in line with the Galadion Accord)

Good habits: - Clean - Consistent - Open with communication - Responsible with money (most of the time) - Loyal to a fault

Bad Habits: - Jealous

- A little vain

- Cannot multitask 

- Inability to say no to a pair of shoes

Personalities they gravitate toward: - Artistic/Music Lovers - Kind - Funny - Disciplined - Honest

Personality types they avoid: - Cruel - Violent - Boring - Criminal - Bleak

Fears: - Kyra getting bored of her - Creating anything dull or forgettable - Small children she could drop and/or break - Giant unfamiliar birds that could bite her - Something happening to her sisters (or brother, I guess)

[princessroxcie]

Vilune Saveer - my Keeper Miqote on Zalera. Paperwork can wait until tomorrow - I’m cute today! -a Vilune-ism, probably. I found the pose, but didn’t trace. Can’t remember where now. 😓

[dawnprincesa]

It will be hard to love me, but will you choose to anyway?

It will be hard to love me. I told you from the beginnings.

Let this be a warning.

It will be hard to love me because that beautiful smile that you like now will soon hold residue of salty tears when my demons come out and play. My demons don’t like child play. My demons like to throw fire and cause corruption. They like to break bonds and scare intruders.

It will be hard to love me because that wall that you have been trying to knock down for some time now will eventually come down. But when the wall comes down, it won’t be as spectacular as you envisioned. It will throw debris at you from every angle; and then you will choose whether to fight or run.

It will be hard to love me because those sweet words I murmur to you under my soft spoken breathe at two am will also occasionally spit rapid venom, seething into your bloodstream. The harsh words will crawl into the crevices between your bones, leaving you to think how such a girl could say all those cruel words in the heat of the moment.

It will be hard to love me because those hands you yearn to hold will sometimes not want to touch you. 

It will be hard to love me because that self-drive you admire will be washed away by all the stressors in life. And I will be left laying on my bed, gazing at the ceiling with a blank stare searching for a way to get out of bed. It will take some time to get my resilience back, but boy when I do, I will share some of it.

It will be hard to love me if you aren’t ready to love me.

It will be hard to love me because your heart didn’t have enough time to heal. Those holes may be mended, but the stitches that were there haven’t quite healed yet. There remains the residue of a messy past. And your stitches were okay at first. But there are times when they leak from all the pressure of us. And they leak. And leak. And leak. They leak into the present. They leak into the future. They leak into us and poison us.

It will be hard to love me because you still love what you had with her. She was easy, giddy, and open. And I’m difficult, mature, and closed. You are used to her. You are not used to me. But I am not her and she is not me. And that’s okay. You can always learn.

It will be hard to love me because she melted into your giving hands, seeping through your finger-tips. When the seeping through was done, and all you had to look at was the messy remains, she would repeat the process, continuously seeping. You love that. You love to be wanted and then not wanted. Wanted and then not wanted until you’re wanted again. But when I seep through your hands, I stick. I don’t seep through the cracks, rather I harden over them because I want to stay. It will be hard to love me because you are scared. You are scared of what was and what could be.

It will be worth loving me.

Let this be a warning.

I’ll push you. I’ll push you to do things you never thought you could accomplish. I’ll water you like the beautiful seed you are and watch you grow until you have nourished enough petals to be proud of. I’ll keep pushing you until you believe you are worth blooming into the person you have always wanted to be.

I’ll give you all of my pieces. I’ll give you all my pieces, because up until now, no one has been able to sweep them out from under me. I have felt hurt, pain, and suffering. But love. I haven’t felt that. I have one hundred percent of my pieces getting ready to burst and blow your way. Be ready to catch them.

I’ll annoy you in the best of ways. I’ll pick at the fuzz on your shirt and trace the lines that make up the shape of your hand. I’ll constantly intertwine my fingers in your hair and graze my bare feet against your legs. I’ll kiss you until my lips are red and cracked and whisper in your ear like were elementary schools kids sharing secrets. I’ll mean well when I do all of this.

I have already love you.

Let that be a warning.

But will you keep loving me back @ghostyhed ?