gods defied.

we are running out of time.

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𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬.  ━━━━━ a  mixture  of  literature, television  and  videogame  muses  that  have  been  adored  for  a  long  time.  low  to  medium  activity, most active during the weekend.

a  study  in  finding  oneself,  dreams  and  reality,  boundaries  unraveling,  unbecoming  and  becoming,  spreading  ones  wings  and  falling,  i've  always  dreamt  of  this,  of  you,  of  this  moment,  is  this  destiny?  is  this  fate?  perhaps  we  were  always  meant  to  be.

am  i  your  chosen  one? / prompts, always open.

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how odd it is to be back at startorch academy, after forty years. so much has changed during the time chisa was trapped in honami, making her feel a stranger once more in an academy she hardly recognizes. even if she'd only been a student for a couple of months before becoming trapped, she'd still managed to make it feel like home. but now, with decades missing from her life, it is difficult.

she finds it difficult connecting with fellow students ━ is not up-to-date, as she hears people call it, with current trends and whatever people think and do and talk about. she feels herself terribly out of the loop.

" um, lynae.. right? " chisa asks to gain the blonde's attention. she has seen the rover talk to @convened .. and, well, she figures a friend of the rover means they must be somewhat friendly, right? " sorry, i just heard your name from rover ", she clarifies, afraid she may come across as a creep. she feels awkward, unsure how to strike a conversation since.. well, what does she know what to talk about? anything she knows is either honami - based, or happened decades ago.

" i was wondering.. those are rollerskates, right? they seem so.. flashy ", she eventually says, her gaze lingering at the curious items. she remembers kids having used them back then ( it is still so odd to refer to her time as so far in the past, it messes with her ) but she doesn't remember them looking anything like lynae's do.

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" i take it you're quite familiar, ms. cross? " auburn eyes glance from behind crimson tinted glasses. there is always a certain sense of fear or unbelief of victims when the shadow operatives arrive at the scene. most of the time, it's due to whatever happened to them that made the local police call for her unit specifically: dealing with paranormal events caused by shadows. sometimes, it's due to her ( according to the opinions of some members ) extravagantly ridiculous way of dressing. most of the time it is both.

however, this specific individual doesn't appear baffled in the slightest ━ a feat rare in her still budding career. " most of the paranormal victims show signs of fear, and in worse cases, trauma. you, however, do not seem fazed even in the slightest. " paranormal, supernatural: it is the easiest way to describe the events of possessed items, hearing voices or seeing things that are not truly there. the existence of shadows, and tartarus and the thirteenth hour is something that isn't supposed to be made public ━ and even if it was, it would've been too much of a hassle to explain.

@incubabe , however, made mitsuru rather curious. is she a yet undiscovered persona user? no, if that was the case, the woman would be on their radar. suspicious. " can you tell me what happened? others in the building claim they saw apparitions in the meeting room ", is all mitsuru said: the fact that the apparitions, once you go closer, appears anything but human is intentionly left out.

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happy pride month! all my girlies would kiss girls btw. and a small section of my boys would kiss boys. :)

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would y'all still love me if i'm mobile bound for the week and won't be able to crop my threads

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to see the world get enshrouded by darkness, to see part of it succumb to chaos and realize there is no way to stop it, having to witness how the world seems to shrink as the chaos grows and festers. it would put anyone in a depressive state to see how small their chance to survive is getting after years ━ centuries. harvests are diminishing with the minute. what was once fruitful and plentiful, has now cropped down to barely enough for the people.

and to be tasked to provide and divide their little available resources, to witness how desperate people are getting: it drains you. it drains him to watch nova chrysalis chip away with every second. and he can't do anything but wait for this damned savior to somehow fix this. for lightning to figure it all out, somehow.

" let me help you ", he says to her, jaw clenching at the fact he knows he currently cannot. yusnaan needs him, needs someone to overview them because otherwise riots would break out: resources would not be fairly distributed anymore, the last of humanity would indulge in their own greed. but yet he offers, because if he doesn't do so, he'd feel like he didn't do anything.

" i can't go out there, but while you're here in my city, let me help you ", he almost sounds like he's pleading, he knows this but for the first time in a long, long time he doesn't care. " i feel useless here, @strikesthrice. i couldn't and still can't do anything for them but sit here and wait until you finally decided to pop up to save the day. let me feel useful again, like back then. "

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startorch academy is a place both familiar yet unknown to chisa. after having spent so long in honami city, the sonoro sphere feels more like her home than the real world does. she feels more of a stranger walking along the grounds of the academy than she has walking around in honami city. at times, chisa cannot help but feel a bit homesick to it.

absentmindedly does she sit upon a bench, elbow perching upon its armrest and her chin resting atop her palm. " i've heard rumors from fellow students ", she begins, not even glancing over towards the hooded man sitting on the bench beside her. " they claim to see a man at night, carrying a lantern. they say it must be an ominous spirit roaming the school grounds, searching for his next victim. "

and despite chisa's rather reserved personality, it did not mean she didn't observe. has quietly seen the so-called spirit herself at night, who happens to be dressed quite similarly to @zuogui.

" a credit for your thoughts? ", she directly asks him now, finally turning her head to face him directly.

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some new muse additions !!

> safiya llewellyn-fayyad from life is strange double exposure.

> mitsuru kirijo & tatsuya suou from persona 2 & 3.

> oerba yun fang & snow villiers from the ffxiii trilogy.

> corrin (female) from fe: fates.

> himeko from hsr.

> chisa & camellya from wuwa.

with these additions & to get things rolling for them (and this blog in general), feel free to like and specify a muse for a starter !!

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dorian likes to think he can mask his emotions well. he used to be good at it ━ until magic, hidden deep within him surfaced. now he feels like it is a gamble, while he could easily maintain a coy pokerface, his magic often betrayed his anger. his fear.

at night, dorian often dreams about sorscha. nightmares. of him kneeling and gathering her body, trying over and over to piece her back together, but for her to slip away and fall apart again. for him to be covered in her blood, silent sobs and soundless screams being the only thing he knew how to do.

his beautiful sorscha. she who was so beautiful, both inside and out.

sorscha ( @fcntasyadvcnturc ) says: you were my almost. my what-if. my biggest regret.

her beautiful voice makes him jerk his head upwards. how long had it been since he last heard her? no matter. she was here now, alive and speaking, right in front of him.

dorian stands, only now noticing her broken body has gone from his lap. no more blood staining his hands, his clothes. dorian wastes no time, not even wondering why or how the body that was in his lap seconds before is now standing before him, speaking. quickly stepping closer and allowing his hands to cup her cheeks ━ as if to feel her, to make sure she's real. maybe it was all but a horrible, terrible dream. he can feel the tears prickling in the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall, but he refuses.

" i'm so sorry ", he dares to whisper as his thumbs tenderly caress her cheeks, her smooth skin that feels too cold and looks too pale. " i'm sorry i couldn't ━ i didn't do anything to save you. " i love you, he wants to say, but doesn't dare to say those words. doesn't feel like he deserves to.

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um. okay, question.

do people mind if i tell them "oh i'll make you a starter np" but i end up busier than i thought so i do not get to it (or anything else for that matter) for a week. is that, like, a valid reason to get blocked?

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We're both different people now, aren't we? - aerith to zack!

he hadn't expected to see her. not here, not now. he hadn't mentally prepared himself for this. hadn't expected this. how strong either of them had gotten. and while he couldn't do anything but merely be a bystander in the lifestream, he made sure to always linger closeby. he'd always hovered close, watching her and cloud and their merry band of misfits travel across midgar and gaia. zack had always been proud of him, of her.

yet bravery alone was nothing when you come face to face with evil incarnate itself. she had seemed so peaceful and accepting, before sephiroth had ended it. zack had called out in warning, as if aerith would have been able to hear his warning.

it was too soon for her. she wasn't a fighter, she wasn't supposed to die young, like him, like a soldier.

" we're both different people now, aren't we? ", she asks eventually, his cerulean eyes snapping back to her, snapping him out of brooding ━ that was cloud's forte, not his. he'd grin and cross his arms over his chest, maintaining his gaze upon her. he doesn't recall how long they've been here, talking, being together after what felt like forever.

" i'd like to say i grew up some ", he says with his typical boyish grin and an almost proud rub of his nose, before he averts his eyes and looks over at the people passing him by. " but if we're being honest.. i think you changed the most, aerith. " he pauses, letting his words sink in before he glances back up at her. no more boyish behaviour as his face shows how serious he is. " the girl i met in that church that day.. i don't see her in you anymore. "

as if realizing how serious and heavy the current topic, zack once more switches to that boyish grin as he leans his shoulder against the wall while crossing his arms once more. " who would've thought you would be kicking ass, huh. "

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i only have a tiny handful of mutuals, but, ( rattles my empty can ), plotting call?

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                                   hey,  would  you  say..  i  became                                                                                   a  hero  ?

a  multi  -  muse  blog  focusing  in  videogames, literature & television.  featuring  ZACK  FAIR & AERITH GAINSBOROUGH  from  final  fantasy  vii, MEL MEDARDA from arcane and CULLEN RUTHERFORD from dragon age. ( many more are available in my roster. )