warrior of snacks

Black Mage || Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te || Lumianne Lampshine || RP blog for Lumianne Lampshine, my character in FFXIV. Sideblog, follows from 'boxofnewts'. Endwalker spoilers may come up, I'll try to tag when I can.

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We’ve moved! --> @valebatcattus is our new location now, as a main blog instead of this sideblog!

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//if you see that boxofnewts unfollowed, that’s bc i’ve refollowed on lumi’s new blog over at @valebatcattus so don’t be alarmed lmao

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unluckyblackcat​:

Well, she had a point there and honestly he did recognise that he was being difficult. Not accepting charity and then refusing to do anything that might constitute earning what she was offering.

It seemed as if she cared little for how difficult he was being anyway (which was probably for the best) but his ears lowered suddenly on being the focus of her attention once more.

“If you’re gonna insist on this, why don’tcha actually get me to do something I can do? I can just steal the materials. An’ if the thought of it hurts your soft little heart, y’ should remind yourself that the nobles have more than they need and every one of ‘em probably deserves it anyway.”

“And if you get caught you’ll be in trouble. It’s honestly just a lot faster to gather it myself. Especially since I gotta spin the yarn personally if I want something decent, you know? Most of the stuff for sale isn’t worth the effort.”

Half of what the market sold just didn’t meet her standards, really. Much more cost efficient to make it herself and get something good at the start than have to buy multiple materials and hope they worked. “Sheep shearing’s easy. All you gotta do is pull a handful off, it comes right off. Karakuls are weird like that.”

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honorisen​:

Zack would just shrug at her question. 

“ That depends. The ones closer to the slums are usually the weaker ones. They’re kinda just pests to the people who live down there, but if you want stronger monsters, then we’ll have to go to the outskirts. ” 

Maybe as far as past Midgar’s perimeter, too; but that’d be their last option. In Zack’s experience, the far reaches of the slum outlands had creatures just a strong as anything the wastelands beyond that could throw at them – except maybe wild, roaming Behemoths. 

“ You think tracking down a Rust Drake would be enough for you? ”

She had no idea what a Rust Drake was, but it sounded like a type of dragon so she figured it’d probably work. If not, they’d find something else. There had to be something close to her level somewhere. “Let’s go for the drake thing, if the other monsters are just pests then they won’t do anything for the maeria process at all.”

“If the drake doesn’t work then we can go further to find something.” Hopefully it’d work, though. Nothing here could probably compete with some of the things she’d fought in Ultima Thule and beyond, but that was fine. Those hadn’t exactly been normal fights. Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she glanced around.

“Maybe want a space where no one will mind if I blow up some stuff, yeah?”

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//if you see that boxofnewts unfollowed, that’s bc i’ve refollowed on lumi’s new blog over at @valebatcattus so don’t be alarmed lmao

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bladeshowers​:

“Wait! How is that rude! You didn’t say anything about me being forbidden to play it without you!” Ardbert crossed his arms and practically pouted in her direction. “I was just trying to learn. We didn’t have that game on the First.” He took his deserved swats washout much complaint though and pulled her closer. “Wow, here I thought you’d miss having me rattle around up there all the time. My poor heart.”

“I didn’t say you were forbidden, just that it was super rude to play without me.” She gave him another light swat, huffing a laugh. “It was alright but I like you better out here. Where I can sit on you when you’re being ridiculous. Like so.”

She shoved him into a chair and sat on him. “See?”

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//there’s 3 posts in the queue still but other than those three replies everything else will be coming from new @valebatcattus once i actually move drafts over

i consumed some food and that gave me enough spoons to do the basic move, just drafts left

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//i will be moving to a fresh main blog so i’m no longer a sideblog at some point, just. not today lmao. moving shit over is gonna be a Process and i’ll need spoons for that, which i definitely do not have right now.

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//do i want to put in the effort to move lumi to a main blog so i’m not a sideblog anymore, or do i continue to be lazy and stay on a sideblog. the real question

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For Hestia: Her energy. The way she drew people in. At first it was a bit intimidating, especially given he had been newly inducted into his office as Elidibus. Yet as time wore on that intimidation faded away.

For Lumi: Admittedly the colour of her soul. It held a glimmer of a former life, and it’s partially why he stayed despite his misgivings. Over time though it was not the colour of her soul, but it was her determination, and the way she carried herself.

Does he want a kiss.

[leneemusing]

what’s the first thing your muse noticed about mine? 

tell me what it is about my muse that drew yours in. physical attributes, mannerisms, appearance etc. 

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seatedsacrifice​:

He hadn’t slept very well, though it was easily masked by the smile he gave and the lie that fell from his lips, “I did, though not for long. I had… the strangest dream.” It had been a dream, or as close to one. A hand came up to grasp Hestia’s, eyes closing as he leaned into her touch. For a moment, Ophiuchus thought he could chase the worries away. That it wasn’t what he believed, that. That.

But no, he could sense it now. The soul sight had returned, stronger than before. Hestia’s soul didn’t look right, and he didn’t know why. Ophiuchus’ head moved, pressing a kiss ‘gainst her palm. “I’m not overly hungry, but I will eat something yes.”

What were they doing? He wanted to ask, What were they doing, pretending to hide the truth from him? Ophiuchus had sensed his prior lives’ deaths. They had been painful, and they had been taken far too soon. The one who’s home was of the tree. The sun as their enemy. Ware the sun, for death and destruction follow in her wake. Ware the sun, for she will devour what’s left of the moon.

These thoughts Ophiuchus didn’t give voice to, instead pulling away a little so that he could try and stand up. “Where are we, now that I think on it. It feels as though we’ve been under the ocean or a damp place.” Which was unlikely – yes?

“Ah, you noticed.” Hestia helped him up, catching his hands to keep him on his feet. “We’re in Amaurot–what’s left of it.” She a grimaced slightly, taking a half step back to pull him along, and a little conveniently, away from the window on the other wall.

“It is under the ocean, yes. It... sank, I suppose is one way to put it. Or perhaps shifted slightly when the world was sundered? I’m not entirely sure; I just know that it’s at the bottom of the Tempest on the First now.” She’d make him something simple and easy to eat. Sandwiches, maybe or a salad. Something light.

“I was planning to tell you about it once you woke up anyway. The city itself is... not as you remember it. Not usually. But Emet-Selch placed an illusion over it sometime in the last couple centuries.” She wrinkled her nose at him for a moment, trying to find the right way to soften the coming upset once he saw for himself. “He missed the city, so he recreated it. That... includes the people. Sort of.”

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text promo with a Vaguely Fancy image reblog or like if you want a weirdly sentient city to bother you thanks bye

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polemistes​:

Azem looked at her sketch with a dismissive look. Close, but it wasn’t what he saw. “This is adorable on its own, but the ones I’ve found had little fangs. Their paws are soft and tender you could make a habit of pinching it on repeat and not tire of it. Want more, even!” He borrowed the pencil only to add more… cute whiskers.

Hestia perked, looking closer. “Oooh, I see what you mean!” Yes, she remembered these now. They’d be so cute she’d been inspired to make one of her own, just much more round in appearance.

“We should fill Amaurot with them, I think people would appreciate that.”

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it’s not munday but her birthday’s in like 2 months so everyone tell her you lomv her ok

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dranbrii​:

      Frustration was good too? Wasn’t it? Vesta shook her head, refusing to acknowledge she’d been doing it all wrong, but once a hand was extended with an offer of help, she pouted slightly in awareness that maybe she could, after all, use some of that help. “…Alright,” she sighed, defeated. Hand reached out for the other’s, but pulled back just as they were to connect. Glancing up she briefly felt suspicion surge within her. “B-but… Who  are you?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be reading in no time–ah! Right. Hestia.” She hadn’t even introduced herself, had she? Oops. “I’m just visiting, honestly but you looked kinda frustrated, so.” Hopefully no one minded if she commandeered some of those books she’d seen on various shelves in multiple buildings. Some of them should be easy learning books.

At worst she’d pop back to Amaurot and find a few.

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“I’m putting a wrench in your plans.”