𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍 - 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙉 ｡

[warcleric]

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪   ｡    ————————————————————— an independent ,   low-activity  ,   and semi-private 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 blog , currently featuring: 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓/𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐗 , of the video game , 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐗𝐈𝐕 .  this blog will portray muses from various forms of media ,    including but not limited to:  video games; podcasts; novels; live-action; original lore; and more.     please read rules before following. as brought to you by 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 :       thirty-three , she / they pronouns , est .

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       𝖎. carrd.    /     𝖎𝖎. tbt.

[warcleric]

happy early sunday and happy pride! guess who learned to m*d in ff14 (under the cut even tho i censored stuff LMAO)

[warcleric]

rare azem (metis) reveal

[warcleric]

rare azem (metis) reveal

[airships]

@warcleric / s.c

'do  ya  ever  get  weirded  out  about  the  fact  that  red  can  speak?'  he  would  die  for  the  kind,  would  brush  his  fur  for  hours  but  it's  weird  as  hell.  

[warcleric]

" it did take some getting used to, at first.   "  then again, the circumstances under which they'd met him were just as extraordinary, weren't they? tifa cants her head, smiles at the pilot with only the slightest air of teasing.  "  it's funny. didn't think the greatest pilot on the planet would be scared of anything.   "

[warcleric]

"  they're called selenias.  " a single, golden-petaled flower between lithe fingers; she twirls the bloom gently by the stem, canting her head as she examines it. it's not odd to find sera amidst a sea of green, grass and shrubbery and flowering bushes alike — she finds her peace here, if not beneath a starry sky — but such moments of solace are few and far between, particularly for two of their kind. such as they are, she means to savor this scant instance, drawing near enough that the fingers of her free hand brush his own. (in response, a smile.)

" they bloom only by moonlight, if memory serves ... and they're known to be rather resilient. they're able to survive in the harshest of conditions.   "  gaze flits from the flower to match the other's gaze. there's a beat of silence, and then (the tiniest lilt to her tone, airy): "  ... — i suppose they're not unlike you, then, are they?   "

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‚  @reaptsow , zenos .

[warcleric]

happy early sunday and happy pride! guess who learned to m*d in ff14 (under the cut even tho i censored stuff LMAO)

[warcleric]

"  they're beautiful, aerith.  " he's knelt in the midst of the church's remains, amongst the brilliant blooms she's cultivated in what firion can only describe as a miracle; he does so carefully, too, so as not to harm them, her hard work, proof of live in an otherwise barren sector. his fingers are careful as he reaches out to touch one of the many, gentle petals, lips curling into a smile as his gaze flits to the cetra. " i can but imagine how difficult it must have been to tend them, things being what they are ...  "  but that only earns her more of his respect — she's tenacious, he thinks. just like these blooms.

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ‚  @castpray

[warcleric]

muse list updates (6/6)

firion, final fantasy ii (main)

zani, wuthering waves (req only)

[s3venthangel]

~ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ɪɪ

[warcleric]

i miss sera. like this if you want a thing from sera

[warcleric]

i know i don't necessarily have to apologize or explain when i say i'm going to be on and then don't end up writing. i'm gonna do it anyway though

[endaether]

TROUBLE FOLLOWS HIM WHEREVER YOU GO, someone had once told him. It seems this time was no different. Clive had only made it to the counter- catching the eye of the young woman running this legendary establishment- when an imposing figure approached. A fight was brewing, Clive sensed, as the other set his territory. Before things could escalate - as it always did - the warrior cast an apologetic look towards the bar owner, then back to the aggressor. ❛ Perhaps we can take this outside, ❜ he taunts, unwilling to tolerate such treatment.

A STARTER FOR @warcleric ( @ Tifa )

[warcleric]

tifa can always tell when trouble's brewing. particularly when it's within the four walls of seventh heaven; particularly when an all-too familiar head of wild red hair comes strolling through the front door and spies a new face at the bar. chalk it up to intuition or some strange touch of foresight — either way, she's quick to round the bar, to step between the infamous johnny and her freshfaced patron before anything got too ugly. "  actually,  " brow furrowed, she glances from the stranger to her too-excitable company, lips pursed, hands (fists, more accurately) on her hips. "  he was just leaving. weren't you, johnny?  "

there's a shift in the redhead's tone, then — less puffed-up, tough-guy and more of ... ... well, a bit of a whine. and that was putting it nicely. ( 'but, tifa, what the hell kinda guy just —' ) she doesn't wait for him to finish the thought. "  sounds like you forgot what happened last time you started a brawl in here. want me to remind you?  " 

presumably, the answer's no; so says the way he clams up, offers a grumbled, reluctant apology to her and a pointed glare to the tall stranger behind her, before turning tail and walking out the front door.

"  sorry about that. he's ... — a talker.  " she sighs once the redhead's out of sight, turning finally to face the other with an apologetic sort of smile. tifa looks her company over, considering him now that she's got a moment. no, it's not that she'd thought johnny would hurt him. in fact, she thinks she's done johnny a favor, chasing him off — whoever this guy is, she's sure he'd have chewed the redhead up in seconds. "  hey, let me fix you something to drink for the trouble — on the house. it's the least i can do.  "

[warcleric]

i’m forcing you all to look at them btw

[priceofreedom]

I'll explain everything later. But now, I'm on my way to see Don Corneo.

[starsacross]

this ... curiosity eludes him. death is what he knows : death , and sin. a past bathed in blood , never forgiven / never forgotten — stitched so deeply into being that vincent carries the grave with him wherever he goes. and yet , she ignores it entirely.

instead , she draws him toward the city basking in golden lights and fleeting , ridiculous hopes , where gil changes hands as quickly as promises do. the fortune teller is a gimmick , surely. some theatrical performance meant to prey upon wishful hearts. he is already prepared to refuse. then she smiles. the words die before they can ever leave him. “ fun ... ? ” his voice is low , touched with that familiar exhaustion that never quite leaves him. “ for you , maybe. ” a pause , then , “ do what you want , tifa. ” and despite the reluctance in his tone , he concedes.

[warcleric]

perhaps he might have had his silence, his solace from the company of others, had it been anyone else that stood beside him; perhaps the reluctance in his tone coupled with the semi-dismissive response would have caused another to shirk their endeavor altogether. tifa knows better, though — knows well-enough to know that his admission means more than its surface value would suggest. how could she not? ( closer than comrades, closer than friends, she thinks, and yet ... she hesitates to label them, hesitates to open up a locked heart. )

"  i'll go first, then.  " she clasps her hands together, smile bright as she draws nearer to the machine: 'INSERT 2GP, AND ALL WILL BE REVEALED!'. something about it — the premise of knowing the unknown, revealing what that far-off reality holds — is invigorating to tifa; and so she doesn't hesitate to insert two of the trademark, golden coins of the saucer. almost at once, gears begin to whir, and the fortune teller behind the glass bats her eyelashes, waves her hands about her crystal ball as music plays. how fun! " think we'll get something good?  "  yes, we. because you will be going next, vincent.

[caffeinatedmemes]

☕ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ─ PROMPTS BASED ON FRANKENSTEIN ( 2025 ) !

" perhaps now, we can both be human. "

" i forgive you. "

" while you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live ? "

" you only listen when i hurt you. "

" to be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love. "

" if you are not to award me love, then i will indulge in rage. "

" the miracle is not that i should speak, but that you would ever listen! "

" i am obscene to you, but to myself i simply am. "

" we can be monsters together. "

" come out of the shadows, if you are here. "

" in seeking life, i created death. "

" i have the most terrible feeling. "

" do you understand now why i was hesitant to share this with you? "

" pain is evidence of intelligence, is it not? "

" your heart is pure ? i assure you it isn't. "

" of all the human anatomy, the heart is the organ furthest from your understanding. "

" of all the parts that make that man, which one holds the soul ? "

" who hurt you ? "

" why would you be afraid of me ? "

" you lied to me. you lied. "

" believing something does not make it true. "

" i must confess something to you. "

" this hardly seems appropriate. "

" was it worth it? "

" how often a man believes he’s met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion. "

" now, cover your eyes. don't look until I tell you to. "

" where am i ? "

" bring him to me ! "