GUARDIAN

divider of fortune and destiny

[tutator]

                 the moon will guide you through the night with her BRIGHTNESS                                    but she will always dwell in the DARKNESS                                                       in order to be SEEN

                                          carbuncle | ffxv | imagined by prince

                                                          carrd  | headcanons

[tutator]

( 「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」 | @glacierites )

‘ how about i take you home? ’

HOME HAD ALWAYS BEEN A BIT OF A FOREIGN CONCEPT. home had always been something that had belonged to others. the world was his duty, he rested when & where he could, & he travelled more than he settled. once upon a time, he had always been welcome within origin, but he had always felt as though he was an attendant being called to his lord–––– visiting had always been an addition to his servitude instead of a triumphant return home. another aspect of his duty.

❝ your offer is...very kind. ❞

he wouldn't go into too much detail. the last thing he wanted to do was cause any undue concern, especially to jill. eikonic he may have been, but his outward appearance was still that of a boy. he had seen others worry for him before, & it pulled at his heart–––– made him feel deceptive, as though he was cheating. this was the way it was. the way it had always been.

❝ but, i don't have a home to be returned to. ❞

his waist bent slightly in a bow, a show of gratitude for the offer she'd made. carr hoped his smile was enough of a reassurance so that he could continue to wander the world, searching for his answers without the risk of being a burden on her thoughts.

❝ i know how to get by. i'll be okay, i promise. ❞

[bemusedbehemoth]

I got accepted as a vendor at KupoCon Pomex so you know what that means… AN EXCUSE TO DRAW ALL THE CARBIES

[tutator]

( 「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」 | @asterites )

‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

HE'D READ A POEM ONCE, A LONG TIME AGO. it had been about the long slumber of the archaean, & there had been a line about how the gods only slept after feats of strength that displayed the power that set them apart from mortals. it had been the first time that he had truly questioned the differences between himself & the hexatheon. he needed far more rest than the other astrals, & he needed to perform no grand effort to make himself tired. though he needed far less sleep than humans, exhaustion would eventually find him, as it always had.

perhaps that was where the stubbornness begun. the want to push himself when he got tired––––another hour, another day, another person helped–––– to close the gap between them, if he could. most days, there were little consequences. he knew his limits, & there was usually no one else around who was insistent on attending to him, & all was usually well. but there, with stella, he found himself caught.

carr hadn't realized that he had fallen quiet until she  brushed his hair from his head, & his tired eyes met her gaze. he hummed at her question, but ultimately found himself embarrassed of his answer.

❝ it's been a long time. ❞

that much, at least, he could admit, & he hoped he could avoid a scolding if he left the timing vague. but there, warm & comfortable, he found that he couldn't wait any longer. he yawned, leaning into stella's side, & keeping his eyes open quickly became a monumental task.

❝ would you mind? ❞

he would still ask. the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt their time together. his visits with here were rare, treasured moments, & he didn't want to waste a single second.

❝ if i slept here? ❞

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」     * change pronouns as needed. based on this generator. 

‘ how about i take you home? ’

‘ who do you fight for? ’

‘ you can relax. we’re safe here.’ 

‘ are you threatening me? ’

‘ i told you to leave me out of this. ’

‘ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ’

‘ you’re leaving already? ’

‘ that sounds dangerous. i’m in!’ 

‘ what do you wish for? ’

‘ you look like you just saw a ghost.’ 

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’

‘ we can just sit here. we don’t have to talk.’ 

‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy. ’

‘ do you want something for the pain? ’

‘ can i have some cash? ’

‘ i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me.’ 

‘ that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.’ 

‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

‘ i know who you are. i know what you’ve done. ’

‘ you’re being followed. pretend you know me.’ 

‘ you never should’ve left. ’

‘ i think i’m getting sick. ’

‘ snap out of it! ’

‘ yes i killed them, but i did it for you.’ 

‘ don’t treat me like a child. ’

‘ how does it feel to be in love? ’

‘ surprised to run into you here. ’

‘ how many people have you killed? ’

‘ i didn’t want to come, but i need your help. ’

‘ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ’

[tutator]

( tiny rainbow cottonball- so scary | @blighteds )

"we shall be its final witness" i don't particularly care for this tiny little rainbow cotton ball threatening me

don't think about it as threatening, think about it as it's an inevitability that you can't escape and he's just pointing it out. <3

[tutator]

we shall be it's final witness ffxvi

5000 years before the story unfolds, carbuncle is created by ultima alongside man.

he knows little of ultima's plan, only that a mythos will one day be born to mankind and he will be their savior. carr lives among the humans, guides them, but does not influence their fate, knowing the creation of mythos will need to happen naturally. to the children of dzemekys, the carbuncle is an icon of their god, but he doesn't consider himself so.

as it is forbidden by his duty, he does not interfere with the sky civilization that would one day come to be known as the fallen, he simply does his job and guides them, too. when the fallen attempt to take a mothercrystal for themselves, carr learns of ultima's plans and confronts him during the tragedy of dzemekys. in retaliation, ultima sends him into slumber, stripping him of the memories of the majority of the confrontation.

carr sleeps until just before clive's birth, waking in a world that is vastly different from the one that he remembers with no clear reason as to why he slept except for vague and murky memories of a confrontation with ultima. his goal is to recover his memories and discover what caused the disagreement and his subsequent slumber, but he knows he needs to take time to discover the way this new world works before he begins his search.

[tutator]

( i told you, you see nothing | @lucisking )

omg... hi :)

you're not very good at following directions

[tutator]

     ❝ tia! ❞

     quick, short footsteps approached in her direction, his hands cupped gently around an unseen object. though he was clearly running, he was careful, avoiding rocks & dips in the path that could have made his short legs stumble. he couldn’t give away his surprise too early–––– or worse, ruin it when he was finally so close to showing it to her.

     ❝ i was in altissia, & they gave me something special! ❞

     the statement in & of itself was probably enough to give away just what it was that he had. it had been a gift from a merchant, apparently a well known one, for several other children had been there to receive one from him. he had only joined the small crowd out of curiosity, & the gift he had been given had intrigued him enough that he had to show her.

     his hands finally opened, & in his palm rested a small paper bird.

     ❝ they’ve got a state there. of you! they said if we could get the bird into the statue’s mouth, then we would have good luck!❞

     throughout his explanation, his hold shifted, gentle hands holding the top of the bird, moving it gently through the air to mimic a graceful flight. when he finally finished, he held it up towards her, his smile bright.

     ❝ i’ll be the luckiest of them all, since i get to give it to the real you!❞

                                                                              ( starter call! | @ereipiia / @tiiamate​ )

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

[tutator]

starter call!

[tutator]

i miss him

[mistress-light]

Carbuncle - requested by anonymous

[im-999]

Fluid Easy-Block, 140lb Cold Press. Happy Friday, Carby loves you!

[emy-san]

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you through your darkest dreams.”

[tutator]

( send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- | @oracula​ )

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

     he didn’t mind the rain. summer was on the horizon, so the air was warm, & the rain that fell lacked any of it’s usual icy chill. he had initially reached out a hand from the shelter he had taken to fell the droplets against his hand. the smoothness of it against his skin was still unfamiliar. spending time in the rain was something he didn’t usually allow himself to indulge in regularly, let alone in the form of the people that he cherished so. but, on his last visit to a nearby village, he had seen children don their boots & rush out into the rain with a quickness that had impressed him–––– & interested him.

     allowing himself to brush through a puddle or two as he traveled wasn’t unusual, & watching storms from afar or within protection from the rain had often been a nice pastime, but spending time in a storm as the rain poured over him hadn’t been something that had caught his attention until now, & never did he think he’d have the opportunity so soon.

     one step, then a second, & the rain was beginning to soak his hair. one more & he could truly feel the way the ground seemed to give slightly to his weight in its soggy state. there was a caution to his steps that gave way the instant his foot slipped along the ground, & suddenly he was moving faster. sliding through mud & hopping into puddles. 

     the area was deserted, most of the people who would have normally taken the forest path had more than likely retreated for their homes or found places to stay the moment that the sky begun to show signs of rain. normally, he relished in the company of others, but the lack of audience made him feel less silly in acting like the young boy his appearance often made others think he was.

     a flash of color caught his eye–––– an umbrella in someone’s hand heading in his direction–––– & he attempted to come to a sudden stop. but, the slippery, woodland floor had other plans & sent him skidding in their direction, & he found himself suddenly falling back into the mud, sitting practically at their feet.

     as distracted as he was, he missed the sense in the back of his mind that the woman before him was more than the average mortal. the heaviness of his damp hair obscured his vision, & in his sudden laughter he didn’t have the coordination to move it. all he could hope was that he didn’t get her wet.

    ❝ sorry! ❞

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .