I'm That One Man the Church Warned You About...

An RP blog for Ramza Beoulve. Although the title says otherwise, it will mostly be used for pre-Ziekden Ramza. 18+ and semi-selective.

[lonescion-archive]

Argath, I will admit that I miss you very dearly. Perhaps one day we could get dinner together, just as we did when we first met. However, I'm afraid to say that I am a bit nervous to admit who I am. Maybe one day I will let the curtain fall, but I don't think now is a good time. Unless you would rather guess who I am. (The letter is written in immaculate handwriting.)

Anemone eyes scan the letter over and over. He still cannot believe someone out there wrote this letter– and addressed it solely to him– even after the last time he read it again. 

Who had Argath met that he had made such a notable impact upon? Most of those he met were either deceased or held him in the highest contempt. It could not be Delita or Tietra. It was certainly not Wymond or Frances or– 

The name hit him like a pinstripe of lightning impacting upon the sullen, damp ground. 

Ramza.

Who else would Argath have moderately known in his sixteen years of life? His own mother? Elaisse Thadalfus would never shy away from identifying herself– especially not to her own son. It could not be her. 

It had to be Ramza. Right? Argath felt a pit developing in his stomach. Part of him wanted this to be a fluke. Part of him wanted it so badly to be truth though, too. 

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Ramza had to be quick to drop the letter off, for he had no idea when Argath was going to return to his quarters for the night. He walked quickly away towards the bushes to hide while he saw Argath come back. He just couldn’t explain his fondness for him. Was it that he carried himself so well? Was it just his looks that made him go completely crazy? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was very smitten for him.

At last, he saw Argath enter his quarters and Ramza quickly got out of the bushes to make it back to his own. He was sure that the guessing game was going to take some time, but it wasn’t a very difficult game to play since there was only one person that stuck around him at all, and that was Ramza himself. He just had to go somewhere, and if Argath asked him about it, then play dumb if anyone asked.

The plains this particular night were peaceful, so there wasn’t a danger to sitting by the fire and looking up at the stars. They were unusually bright tonight and he felt completely calm as he looked up to them. A soft smile appeared on his face as he did so. It would truly be a romantic night, but at the same time, he was scared to say anything to Argath’s face of how he had fallen for him.

Maybe he felt the same and would initiate it instead?

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xoxo - kiss thread

Continued from here: [x] 

Alas, the kiss had ended minutes ago but the touch of it reverberated on Argath’s lips in a near desire for him to return to administering such affection. 

He had to hide his complete and utter adulation, else others pry upon this otherwise private moment. 

And all the while the temptation to draw Ramza close once more and steal yet another reunion lingered… 

“…You’re a pampered brat, you know that?” He sneered with half of the usual energy in his voice.There wasn’t even quite the same conviction or venom as the prior times they had spoken recently. 

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Ramza tried to hold the laughter in from Argath’s comment, but he couldn’t. His laugh was quiet for only a moment, which soon rose moderately. He was the pampered brat? How silly! He could tell that it was quite the opposite, but he wasn’t going to admit that out loud to him. Besides, wasn’t it he that was pampering the other by kissing him?

“Just by a kiss...? If that’s the case... Would you like me to attend to you to make you feel the same way...?”

He was jesting, but if he said that he wouldn’t do so, he would’ve been lying.

[treacherous-heretic]

@thehouseofivo started following you!

“H-Hey...! What are you doing with that... That... Thing...!?”

[treacherous-heretic]

@gcnome started following you!

“Wait... Y-You think... I’m a girl...?”

[treacherous-heretic]

((Part of me REALLY wants to make an RP blog for Martyn. You know. From 14. The Blue Mage guy that constantly fucks you over but still has given you the outfits and the spellbook.

Question is, where do I find icons? We don’t see him much as far as cutscenes go.

What do you guys think?))

[thatghoulart-blog]

Finished Ramza Beoulve from Final Fantasy for my boy @usuallyblank’s birthday. 

This is also a hint to a new commission type i’ll be opening up which is ‘painted’ sketches- so look out for that. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLANK

[treacherous-heretic]

@heavenlyfists has liked for a starter!

“N-No, milk is fine, please…”

Ramza had been through a rough patch, but he was in no way going to drink alcohol. He had lost his way and he had no way back to Ivalice. Wherever he was now, he just had to figure out someplace to stay until he could get this all sorted out. With the way he’s been traveling worlds, he may as well be on a ship at sea with rough waves tossing him from left to right.

At least this woman here was willing to give out a helping hand. He had no idea what her name was as of yet, but he did know that she seemed to carry herself just fine. Not that women in Ivalice couldn’t of course; many have become fierce warriors. But there was something a bit more different about her than the women there… Thinking it was a cultural thing, he shook his head.

But what if it wasn’t?

[heavenlyfists-deactivated201909]

❛ milk it is then~. ❜

by his appearance, he had appeared to look a bit young to drink anything that had anything to deal with alcohol in it. good thing, tifa had a different sort of drinks that anyone could pick from. alcoholic and non-alcoholic, of course. with those words alone exchanged, she had stepped away from the counter to grab a jug of fresh squeezed milk. upon returning, she had retrieved a small glass and poured some milk inside before handing it to her new customer.

❛ here you go ! i hope it’s very much to your liking. ❜ upon giving the glass, a bright smile was displayed on her lips. just as she had examined his appearance and clothing style, he didn’t seem to be around from here. maybe, he was far from home ? it appeared that way. if he needed such appearance, she was more than willing to lend him an hand. tifa had a big heart and was helping to help those in need. whether they were friends, family or strangers. she would never ask for anything in return.

❛ if you don’t mind me asking . . you aren’t around from here, are you ? ❜ this was something she normally did. sometimes, starting conversations with her customers who visited the bar. whether for a first time or a frequent customer. though, asking questions is something she tried not to ask. she was a curious one so how could she not ? and plus, he seemed to be through a lot, too. it just seemed that kind of aura from him. or maybe, she was wrong by that. who knows to be sure.

[treacherous-heretic]

“Ahh, yes... Thank you...”

Ramza was pleased to see that the bartender wasn’t going to argue with him over whether or not to drink an alcoholic drink. He just didn’t like the taste of it too much and to be honest, he didn’t want to be a patron that stumbled around and screamed at everyone over not being up to his expectations. Or at least that’s what he had experienced before.

Upon getting the glass of milk, he smiled a bit more and gave a nod before he took a long sip. It felt as if it had been so long since he first drank something as refreshing as this. It was as if his taste buds were jumping for joy, let alone his thirst being completely quenched. Of course, not necessarily saying that water didn’t have the same effect. He just would rather milk, if given the choice.

But upon her asking of his whereabouts, he glanced to her and shook his head, placing the glass down. No, he wasn’t from here, and he wished he could figure out where exactly he was. Wherever it was, he was sure it wasn’t Ivalice, but was he even in the right world? Getting a headache, he placed a hand on his head.

“It feels as if I’ve been thrown around a lot... Tell me, do you know where we are...? Or if you know of Ivalice...?”

[treacherous-heretic]

@ladies-of-time started following you!

“I-I’m sorry… I’m… Not interested…”

[bandfullofmuses]

“What?” Aurora asked in confusion, then realized what he really meant. “Oh, no. I’m really the dating type. I was only asking if you wanted to go on my ship to go on a trip throughout space.”

[treacherous-heretic]

“O-Oh...!”

Ramza was taken aback by the question. He had no idea what exactly she wanted from him, which he then assumed it was a question to date her. It would always be a no. But if it was a question of whether or not he wanted to perhaps take a trip, it was a different story. Besides, already travelling aimlessly, he figured that it wouldn’t hurt.

“If that’s the case, then I wouldn’t mind a trip...”

[treacherous-heretic]

@ladies-of-time started following you!

“I-I’m sorry... I’m... Not interested...”

[lonescion-archive]

"Excuse me, but might you know where-- Wait... A-Argath... Is that you...?"

“…Ramza….. It’s been many ages…. I see you’ve…. changed…” He’s unsure how else to speak to his former friend.

[treacherous-heretic]

“Changed…?”

Ramza was unsure of what he meant. If it seemed to be the change of heart to see him, he supposed so. But even then, he still… Cared. After everything, the argument over whether commoners or nobles were better and killing his best friend’s sister, there was still a small part of his heart that actually cared. He couldn’t explain it, and he prayed he didn’t have to, but he genuinely cared about his former friend.

“How so…?”

[lonescion-archive]

“Ah…. you seem…. older… wiser….” Argath turned away from Ramza and walked a few paces from the other young man. “Not that it matters. We’re still enemies you and I.”  He sighs. “We tried to kill each other. Yet… here we are. I had hoped you’d not find me alive.” It meant a certain someone else could find him alive as well– and Argath wanted nothing to do with him either.  He was both happy and sad to see Ramza though, even if the latter’s lack of violent reaction somewhat amused him. 

[treacherous-heretic]

“Argath…”

Ramza was a very sympathetic person. The friendship they did have many moons ago was solid, but all this talk about how nobles were better than commoners was upsetting Delita, and taking the side of his friend, he kicked Argath out. The only anger he truly had with him was killing his best friend’s sister, and he really wished he could see it as an accident, but he knew exactly how he felt about commoners, and no matter how much the other lied, Ramza knew in his heart that it wasn’t.

Remembering the battle, he knew that he didn’t go after Argath immediately. If anyone, it was Delita that made the final blow, or what would’ve been the final blow. But he himself did not. He didn’t have the heart to kill a friend who once stood beside him. Sure, there were some people he did, but Argath… He was… Different.

“It was not I who had struck you down, if you recall… Though you have killed Tietra, I… Couldn’t kill you…”

It was all Ramza could say to the other noble. His head shifted down and he closed his eyes. After all this time, he was a changed man, and he could kill someone if he had betrayed him enough, but there was something different about Argath that he couldn’t kill him for. Was it nobility? Former friendship?

A feeling he had only felt once, and is now feeling again?

“However… Even knowing all the wrongs you have done… I’m… Happy to see you alive…”

[lonescion-archive]

“And why not?” His eyes narrow, a dangerous smile starting to appear. Not that Ramza can see his expression just yet. 

“What would hold back Ramza Beoulve from what he wants? The world is but yours, o little lamb, if you simply reach out and take what you desire!” He knew he was mocking the other now– but he didn’t care.

The dull pain from where the sword had plunged through flesh and narrowly missed his heart was aching still. 

He laughed, almost madly. 

“I know Delita tried to kill me..! I remember lying there, face down, bleeding out. I remember hearing you trying to plead with him. I remember the fort becoming alight with fire.” 

He spun around suddenly. “I remember forcing myself to face upward, and watching Delita cradle the burning corpse of his sister as you walked away from us both.” 

[treacherous-heretic]

Ramza stayed silent, trying to think of what he wanted to say. He knew that the other noble was right about being able to get what he wanted. He could, if he stayed on the side of his brother. But did Zalbag really want Delita’s sister dead? If that was so, he made the right choice in leaving on his own. If not however… It didn’t matter. The choice was made and he lived with it.

The laugh Argath made Ramza feel a bit on edge as he still listened to him, but he made no motion to draw a sword. He wanted to keep talking, to try to work it out, and make things right. It was the two of them; Delita was no where in sight. Where has he been anyway? He didn’t care. The blonde took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before giving an answer.

“I… Wanted to make things right… I wanted to try to patch things up… But he had told me before he had tried to go after you… I was next… I figured you were dead before the fort exploded… I didn’t want to die… So I ran… I didn’t want to be remembered as a puppet for my family… They have killed so many innocent lives… Commoners or not, I didn’t want their blood on my hands… I didn’t want your blood in my hands…”

[lonescion-archive]

Argath’s expression changed only by fractions as he walked back to Ramza. 

“Ah Ramza. Your intentions were always pure…. so pure…. and so naive.” He stops but a couple of feet from his former ally. “And you are just as guilty, regardless of intention. Your brothers’ hands can only cup so much blood before it spills over into other people’s hands.” 

He made such a motion with his hands, holding them together as if he were trying to keep something from sieving between his fingers.

“Lesser men… greater… blood stains the skin no matter one’s rank or birth. It is what one does despite being stained that defines them. Nobility like us, who hold the power… we are willing to get our hands dirty for our intentions.” His voice goes even lower. “And you know what the old maids speak of good intentions, Ramza.” 

[treacherous-heretic]

Ramza huffed a bit, trying to think of what exactly to say. With what he has done, he may have taken some of what his brothers have done, but he wanted a much different goal. He wanted to find the truth, and although he has found it, it wasn’t fully defeated. He was thankful at least that Argath hadn’t once uttered the church’s name.

But what he was saying was bothering the noble. Argath spoke truths, but it felt like he was daunting him. Why? It was all over with, Delita was no where to be seen, and all he wanted was the reconcile, try to get back along. He wanted to rebuild the Beoulve name from the ground up his own way. But was it bad to keep him around? He supposed, but...

He just couldn’t stay away.

“Everything you say is true... But I want to put this all to the past and leave it there... I wish we could both see this eye to eye on this situation... Seeing you now... I want bygones to be bygones, and nothing more...”

[treacherous-heretic]

((Didn’t get to watch the movie/listen to the album until morning, but goddamn was it good. Basically, it was like a dark Disney movie. As far as visuals, Orange Juice and Strawberry Shortcake had the best! Don’t know which song I like the best, so fuck it, I love the entire album!

Now time to listen to it a thousand more times and play 14 until more replies come in~))

[rpmemegenshikkaku]

Send “Mine!” to squish my muse’s cheeks and claim them!

[sagamemes]

pamper my muse!   let’s get up close and personal for the sake of making people feel and/or look good. some of these prompts imply sex or gender, but most of them are completely unisex. send me 💆🏻 + number to pamper or help out my muse. you can also add ‘reverse’ at the end for my muse to do it to yours instead!

brush or comb hair.

wash hair.

cut hair.

trim hair.

dye hair.

put on makeup.

fix makeup.

put on face/body paint.

pluck/wax eyebrows.

do eyebrows.

shave facial hair with a plastic razor.

shave facial hair with a straight razor.

give a head massage.

give a piercing.

make and put on a face mask.

carefully clean face and/or hands.

give shoulder massage.

put on jewellery.

take measurements.

help change.

help dress.

give a full-body massage.

tidy or do nails.

feed them something.

draw on skin.

[treacherous-heretic]

((K-12 comes out at midnight! I’m pumped af! The songs’ snipplets already are connecting to me, maybe not when they did in school, but for more recent life happenings.

I’ll be watching the movie that comes with it tonight, but I’m down to replying when I get home after work and before it comes out!))

[soldier76speaks-archive]

Reblog if you're supposed to be dead...but Oops! Look who's back

[rebirthxguardian]

There was a little tilt of her head, wondering what exactly she should share with him. It wasn’t so often that one would ask her. She decided to give a very simplified response, one that hopefully wouldn’t be asked to clarify further as she bowed her head slightly.

❝My purpose is to travel, perhaps find an answer to something I am hoping to have resolved.

But now why are you here, sir, so far from civilization?❞

[treacherous-heretic]

“...I wanted to take a break...”

Ramza closed his eyes and began to think of his journey. It was excruciating and he needed some time away from it all. There was so much death and blood that he didn’t want to deal with it any longer. He just needed some peace and quiet. After a short while, he opened up his eyes and he sat down on the ground, looking up at her.

“There has been a lot of... Death on my journey... I’m not comfortable seeing it all, despite being a knight... I just hope for peace, but I fear that if I don’t succeed in killing the false god for good...”

[treacherous-heretic]

@praywishing started following you!

“Hey… You look familiar… Have…. Have I seen you before…?”

[floralcetra-moved-deactivated20]

❛ oh, i look familiar to you or something ? ❜ blinks her eye lids once and to come to think of it, aeris couldn’t recall any memory of meeting him before. not like her mind was fuzzy or over all bad — just wasn’t . . there. she had came across many people while selling flowers in the slums of midgar. so, there is a slim chance if she had remembered him to begin with. ❛ i  — i don’t think we have met before. this might be our first meeting, after all. i think so. ❜ lightly taps a finger to her chin before eyeing the blond.

[treacherous-heretic]

“Hmm...”

Ramza sworn he could’ve saw her at one point before, but it could’ve been someone else. He could remember the hairstyle and the eyes, but not the clothing. Maybe it was just his thoughts playing tricks, for he did meet a fair amount of women in his travels. After a few more moments of trying to remember, he shook his head and gave a soft smile to her.

“Forgive me... I might’ve mixed you up with someone else... She had also sold flowers... Assuming it’s what you are doing with the basket...”