#;;musing: lahabrea

[aetherstories]

@milesducemdominus liked for a random muse starter call! The fancy blue dice said: 1 - Lahabrea

"Come in." Offers the voice, and for a moment, briefly and likely unnoticed, he sounds more like the professor he once was than the shadow of corruption he's become, over the years.

It might be because he's hunched over a heavy tome, borrowed from the library of the Holy See, and for a moment his mind was elsewhere and elsewhen both, before eyes hidden under a heavy cloak remember where they are, and he straightens once more.

"The Archbishop will not be joining us today." He tells the Lord Commander. "He is otherwise engaged."

And under Igeyorhm's watchful gaze, which means Lahabrea needs not worry overmuch.

[sunnythanalan]

Spoilers for ARR, Endwalker, Shadowbringers and the new short story Days Gone By, Days Yet to Come (but only vaguely)

Replaying ARR as I am wont to do, I thought about how the three unsundered went about trying to cause the next rejoining and how their ascian forms are a sort of twisted mirror image of what we learn is their duty/purpose in Elpis. Their passions? The dark side of it, if you will.

Lahabrea taught the peoples of Eorzea the art of summoning, aka creation magic - the very thing he was tasked to guard in Pandæmonium and that led to his personality split and subsequent rather gruesome divorce from his ex-wife.

Then there's Elidibus whose main focus is to create heroes, protectors - he appeals to their hearts (and him being the heart of Zodiark) sends them forth to protect their people against whatever villain he creates for them and to sacrifice themselves in the process. Like he sacrificed himself.

Then there's Emet Selch who creates empires. Who travels. Who, to his own admittance, does exactly what Azem used to do; he tries to get to know the people, become one of them, only to fail miserably time and again and that fuels his hatred. Knowing who Hades used to be, why did he try so incredibly hard to become more like Azem?

Much later: So I found this text in my drafts from ages ago and after having read Days Gone By, Days Yet To Come I got my answer didn't I? The fuck Creative Business Unit III, do you do this to me for? Why does it fit together in a way that hurts so much?

[jqupohtia]

Apokalypsis

When she leaves Elpis, Venat does not tell Phaethon her plan. She knows that what she must do would be particularly ghastly to someone whose soul has nearly cracked into pieces once, who has dealt with the pain of it every day since, who is a healer first before a fighter. Even if it was a piece of himself, standing proud and confident and determined despite the fragile shattered thing he was, that showed her the path she must take, she cannot risk him turning against her before she can even prepare, and so he is left in the dark.

Perhaps it is fate, or just twisted luck, that he would never have the chance to anyway.

Phaethon does not agree with the Convocation’s proposal. Not completely. But Azem does not defect from the convocation. He screams, he weeps, he rages, and he leaves, but he does not abandon them.

The Traveler is called away alongside the Contender, because the situation is getting worse and both the Words of Azem and Words of Nabriales have called for for their aid in a city not far from Amaurot, where rampant creations wreak havoc. It is his duty to help the people, and he has already seen so much death and horror, but he will not shy away from returning to it if it means saving more lives, so that there may be more left behind when they sacrifice themselves. When he sacrifices himself.

That is his condition for helping to create a god. That when they return, if there’s no better idea, he goes with the people sacrificed. Not as Zodiark’s heart, because there is too much despair and horror in him to not corrupt the God they will create, but to stand with those willing to fuel it. Some call it a noble choice, others misguided and foolish. He knows that it is cowardice. He cannot bear to face those left behind, nor those they'd ask to go in their stead.

But he doesn’t return.

Emet-Selch and Lahabrea also leave behind the endless debates and planning that have continued in their absence, and go to assist Nabriales and Azem when they both fail to return for several days. The carnage they find is horrific. Bodies litter the streets, and every moment fills Emet-Selch's senses with the steady stream of those who Return too soon. A devastatingly powerful creation runs rampant, and they find themselves focusing more on evacuating than defeating it, given the battered state they find Nabriales in.

It is only those three who return to the Convocation's chambers, once what citizens they can save are brought to Amaurot. When asked, they only say that Azem is gone.

Emet-Selch does not mention that there was barely a trace left of his aether, that was not tied up within the great beast destroying that ruined city. That he felt what little of it that remained return to the Star before they even left to help.

Lahabrea does not mention he found Azem shielding tiny bodies that likely were dead long before he was. Nor that he burned what remained before Emet-Selch could see for himself, as another piece of him broke under the weight of once again destroying someone he loved, so soon after restoring everything he had cut away.

Nabrieles does not mention he witnessed Azem’s fear and anger and sorrow manifest as the very beast that is now heading towards Amaurot, nor that he now fears himself and the others around him. That if something is not done, and fast, it has been proven even one of their number can become a danger to their people.

They do not mention the figure in white robes who watches as Azem's ashes disappear in the wind with so many others'.

What they do say is that there is no choice, and no time. They must summon Zodiark without Azem. As thirteen.

J'qupoh Tia survives his battle with Lahabrea not because of any special skill or quality of being Hydaelyn's champion, but because of a moment of hesitation. One brief moment where Lahabrea sees not the broken form of the mortal who has proven a nuisance in his plans to restore his God, but another's form. That of a man that has haunted him every moment he has worked behind these Scion's backs, whose vague likeness has made him take unnecessary risks. A man who had wormed his way past the walls he put up in the wake of Athena's betrayal his God's disrupted ascension the cutting away of what he saw as a threat to his duty to the Star. Who had fallen in doing his own duty, lain twisted and battered near beyond recognition, but not completely. Not quite.

That hesitation is long enough for Hydaelyn to interfere once again, pouring everything she can spare and more to keep her Champion alive. To restore life before that stubborn soul can leave, not so he can continue the duty he has been Chosen for, not because she recognized him as the one to find her in Elpis all those millenia ago. She saves him out of guilt, as an apology, for doubting him and not being by his side when he need her Before.

In that Light that pours life back into the Warrior's mangled form, Lahabrea sees Phaethon's face illuminated for one awful, undeniable moment. It is grief and rage over being betrayed again that drives him harder to destroy the Warrior of Light in the coming days.

Nabriales did not truly fear whatever trick the Scions had come up with to defeat him. Nothing they could do could truly end an immortal being, and even this white auracite would not be enough with their meager aether.

Or so he thought. When the second mortal woman, already weakened, sacrifices herself, his fear begins.

It grows stronger as he looks back at Hydaelyn's champion, and sees the rage, grief, and fear on his face, and recognizes it. Remembers, in ways the memory crystal he was bestowed could not give, the moment he saw that face twisted like that before, and feared death as he never had before.

It's a particularly cruel twist of fate that Emet-Selch's memories get away from him once again, when he shows J'qupoh Tia the fate of Amaurot. That it is the beast born from Phaethon's despair, high above the Star with a view the man nearly broke himself to see, that is his shard's final foe. It is an especially cruel twist that J'qupoh is able to recreate the worst of it's abilities so easily, and turn it against Emet-Selch once again.

Desperation, terror, and sorrow as he tried to save his people from an apocolypse brought about Phaethon's end.

Apokalypsis brought Emet-Selch's.

[dysloyalty]

(. Still CANNOT believe Athena looks so much like Maxima/Eirunn/Aethelreda. Oh I’m sorry you’re a blue eyed light brown haired fair skinned woman with gentle facial traits? What the fuck. Give her her face back. .)

[dragoon-mid-jump]

Fools, Lahabraying before a god!

[cfabyssal]

//Okay but having Azem apologize, or at least admit he messed up, is more than having himself be proven right. After fighting with Azem, it was one thing having him leave, it was another to be torn down and insulted, but thought he felt he was fully in the right, more so it is the fact that being cured and released from being Zodiark's thrall, he would believe every single thing said about him by Azem. After everything, he does see himself in the wrong, he does see himself as a cold emotionless monster, he does see himself as weak, and he does see himself as broken and rigged and unable to obtain love and acceptance for who he was, and he would blame no one for it.

It is because of this, he half hoped Azem would return, that he would see him again, not just to possibly apologize for being a fool, and yes for being weak and all the things Azem said he was, but to be reassured that in reality, he wasn't most of those things. That he wasn't the man he tried so hard to cast away. The man that took so many dear people from himself. That Azem doesn't truly know who Lahabrea is and what he is, half of a man. He was just a scared broken man lost among the masses and pressure and going against something beyond all his abilities and imagination. What's more being half a man, he is unable to comprehend what mattered most, unable to feel the importance of certain things and emotions that some judgments use. Lahabrea wants to at least hear from the one truly neutral person that though he fucked up, he tried, and he may not be perfect, but he doesn't deserve to be cast away and not remembered either for what good he DID do.

Like Emet, deep down, he does want to see his comrade again, even after everything, even as much as he may talk down and talk badly of Azem, Azem was and is still part of them.

[atdutiesend]

Ever since meeting the true Lahabrea and Hephaistos, Dove has been thinking. Their thoughts had lead them to look in on Pandaemonium once more, a frown tugging down the edges of their mouth into an expression that could almost be mistaken for a pout instead.

Still at the forefront of their memories is the utter, unthinking terror of "Unleash... ULTIMA!" and the knowledge they were going to die. The fact they'd survived had lead them to be ever more recklessly certain of their own lack of mortality... not least after Lahabrea had killed them in the fight directly after, the fight to rescue Thancred. They'd simply gotten right back up, bared their teeth, and ripped the miscreant out of their not-quite-mentor... They'd still died. They'd felt the call of the aetherial sea and refused it.

The later horror of the Ascian Prime... of Thordan using Nidhogg's eye to eat Lahabrea. Now that they knew what Priming was, truly, it was even more soul-shakingly horrifying to know what they'd witnessed. It made their skin crawl between the scales.

The worst part was that they had a feeling the real Lahabrea had expected to be addressed and regarded as a friend, even a protector of sorts. But why..? Was Azem, was their past self, really so close to him that any creation of theirs should trust him unquestioningly?

Dove huffed out a sigh, running a hand through the spikes their loose hair. What a mess.

[aetherstories]

Open starter!

"I assure you." Fourchenault spoke, frown almost thunderous. "We would know it, if any members of the Forum had been... as you say, taken over."

[azems-familiar]

"where have you been?" for the question prompts bc of the recent discord shenanigans :3c

It has been some time since his last trip to the Source. Emet-Selch would return more often, but he has a job to do now that Mitron has gone and gotten himself corrupted into a sin eater, and the First’s balance is delicate. Maintaining it enough to provoke the Rejoining at a moment’s notice while not letting it fall to the Flood is tricky, even if in practice most of his time is spent waiting or pestering the Exarch. Not to mention that if he dares wander off, Elidibus will have his head - the Emissary has yet to forgive him for sleeping through Lahabrea’s death. But the situation in the Source must be regularly assessed, he has his grandson to puppet, and Elidibus to remain in tenuous contact with, and thus he travels.

That the Black Rose weapon has been unearthed and revamped is an excellent choice, he must admit - and it means he needs to begin further encouraging the First towards stasis and complacency, letting the balance fall. It will only be a matter of time until the Eorzean Alliance’s campaign pushes Garlemald to a point where Varis will have no choice but to release the gas, and then…well. The Ardor will continue and Emet-Selch will leave this long era of his own quiet stasis behind, with no regrets whatsoever. He will ensure there are no regrets.

He cannot afford any more of them, if he is to survive this.

But being gone from the First is irritating for its own reasons, mostly because he simply has no way of knowing how much time has passed there. As of late, its time stream has been much faster than the Source’s, so in the few days he has been here much longer will inevitably have passed, but there is not enough consistency to truly guess, and he has left much undone. Plans he needs to begin to implement, for one, and for two…

This really should have been his second priority, he muses to himself as he wanders through Syrcus Tower’s upper halls, humming idly to himself - a song he’d overheard on the Garlean radio while in the palace, popular with the younger crowd, apparently. His comfortable enmity with the Exarch is meant to be a distraction as much as it is a regular interrogation - though he has spent much less time interrogating the man as of late. The secrets he holds are enticing, but Emet-Selch has plenty of time to draw them out, and all the patience of an immortal…and their teatime sessions are pleasant. He has, too, recently enjoyed the presence of the Exarch’s adopted grandchild, though he has no particular reason to be soft on her, pale shade that she is. She is merely…an engaging diversion.

(He will not care about a Sundered child again.)

Read on AO3.

[kootiepatra]

#FFxivWrite2024 - Day 16: Third-rate

Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus were taking a quick break, the former nursing a growing headache, and the latter lost in thought. Hermes required time alone to gather himself. And much to Emet-Selch’s relief, Azem’s vexing familiar was off somewhere with Hermes’ latest pet project. Hopefully they were keeping each other out of trouble—or at least entertained. It left the two envoys from Amaurot some time to take a breather and consider what all they had seen.

Interviewing and assessing the potential new Fandaniel was never going to be the easiest of errands, Emet-Selch thought, but it was certainly never supposed to be this frustrating .

That Emet-Selch’s patience was being stretched thin was evidenced by his increasing irritation at the creatures meandering Elpis’s fields. He stopped in his tracks, agog, as one especially peculiar creation tottered by—it looked like a ball of moss, but with a beak, and a small puddle of water balanced precariously on a leaf above its head.

“What is that? ” he asked.

“Charming, isn’t it?” Hythlodaeus smiled.

“Do not tell me you approved this concept.”

Hythlodaeus chuckled. “‘Tis the only way it would appear on this isle, my dear friend. Unless you suppose it has spontaneously popped into being. Now, wouldn’t that be exciting?”

“You know what I mean,” Emet-Selch scowled. “First the ambystoma, and now this? What even is the point of it?”

“... ‘Point?’” Hythlodaeus asked innocently.

“Yes, point . Purpose. Reason for existence. Need I elaborate further?” Emet-Selch folded his arms and frowned. “I cannot fathom why, when we have geniuses on our star of the caliber of Lahabrea, turning out concepts as awe-inspiring as Ifrita, you are also simultaneously approving things like… like… a sentient marimo on tiptoe.”

“Oh, come now. The creature is harmless.”

Emet-Selch sighed loudly. “Harmless it may be, but what good does it do? Why bother with it at all?”

“A strange question,” Hythlodaeus mused. “Should it not be sufficient that ‘the point’ is that it is pleasing? It is proving a real conversation-starter, at the very least.”

Emet-Selch’s eyes flashed slightly. “I swear, it seems like you will just let absolutely anyone with delusions of competence submit a concept to your desk.”

“That is more or less the shape of things, yes.”

“And evidently you never fail to approve their applications.”

“Oh, you are mistaken ,” Hythlodaues laughed. “I do. Do I ever . The rejection file is… quite substantial. And entertaining.”

“Based on WHAT?” Emet-Selch demanded, gesturing accusingly at the leafy creature once more.

Hythlodaeus lit up at the subject and began counting the reasons off on his fingers. “Being too near to a duplication of a previously approved concept, for one. Or if it has gaping holes in the idea—crucial details that have been left too vague to bring into realization. For sentient beings, we reject anything that has a design flaw fundamentally incompatible with life. Or if it poses an obvious and insurmountable threat to other established beings of the star. That sort of thing.”

“Honestly. Have you never considered how much more streamlined things could be at your office if you employed a roster of people who actually proved that they knew what they’re doing? Those with a history of work that shows they grasp the fundamentals of both aesthetics and practicality?”

Hythlodaeus grinned. “My, that is an idea. Such wisdom simply proves why it was only right that you should be elevated to the Convocation, and I should maintain my humble post at the Bureau.”

“As you will, then,” Emet-Selch said begrudgingly. “Just don’t come crying to me when your submissions file is overflowing with inane nonsense.”

“Duly noted,” Hythlodaeus replied.

[aetherstories]

No need for dramatics, and there's a dark eyebrow raised at the wording, before the Speaker nods. Formal as the current Lahabrea might be, he is not so arrogant that he will demand respect as the current Pashtarot does, for all that meeting concern with a dismissal is not something he's particularly fond of.

"It is hardly dramatics when we are well aware of the creatures Pandaemonium houses." Is all he points out. Tone even, tone steady... and even steely. Because some things must still be said.

"I expect all the necessary... paperwork regarding the incident has been completed?"

Must he send someone to Elpis to see that it is handled, or have the arrangements done already? Because it has been a long time since he has walked Elpis, but there are some in Pandaemonium who deserve the chance to visit, despite the task before them.

@aetherstories asked: Koios, is that ... blood ? - From Lahabrea

"--hmm?" A brow raises, gaze raising from the vast expanse of biological plans and blueprints to gaze over a shoulder toward his unexpected visitor. Palms, leaning against his desk, claw fingers inward ere straightening his back - regarding company with no small amount of idle annoyance. Koios detested disturbances, of any kind.

The mention of blood had him gaze around, double checking paperwork and the like for any marks before he looked at himself: blood having dried down an arm and around a few of his fingers:

"--some variety of fiend clawed me while travelling back through Elpis. I simply haven't tended to it yet, no need for dramatics."

[dragoon-mid-jump]

U’reksh and Claudien when they first meet trying to figure out why the other is so damn familiar vs post-Pandaemonium jokingly calling each other “Nephew” and “Uncle”, respectively, after learning about Ares and Erichthonios’ relationship.

[tritoch]

argggh i can't stop it. It's happening. having forbidden FFXIV classpect thoughts. Hydaelyn and Zodiark as our cherub equivalents. Meanwhile, events in Elpis result in a Mobius Double Reach-Around pair of interlinked sessions between the Scions and the Unsundered, which are largely asynchronous and separate and link up only around the time of ARR through EW. spoilers through 6.0.

THE BIG TWO:

Hydaelyn: Muse of Time

Zodiark: Lord of Space

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SOURCE SESSION:

WoL: Knight of Hope (one who wields hope as a weapon. Hope is canonically an extremely powerful aspect and linked to elemental light and the power of belief. Brilliant Conviction, the canonical warrior of light buff, is extremely Hope energy. Also, since light is juxtaposed against despair in the Big Answers Monologue, the Warrior of Light represents not the aspect Light, which is luck and knowledge, but Hope)

Minfilia (& Ryne): Heir of Light (literally everything about Minfilia and Ryne points to this it is almost impossible to ignore. Also again, Homestuck Light represents luck and foresight and this ties to both Minfilia's time as Word of the Mother and Ryne's role as the Oracle)

Alphinaud: Prince of Blood (one who destroys relationships and alliances, see the Crystal Braves, but also one who destroys through or using alliances, see everything after that. Also, all the Princes destroy their aspect in themselves at some point, and ARR Alphinaud is absolutely a bloodless technocrat in all senses)

Alisaie: Rogue of Breath (an outlaw Rogue in contrast to Alphinaud's noble Prince but also because the Rogues are generally affable, unpretentious, and natural adepts of their aspects. Breath stands for freedom, flight, and change. The curing of tempering not only figuratively steals back the breath of Halric and all the tempered (and the porxie animation is even sort of a symbolic transfer of breath), but also restores their freedom and marks perhaps the greatest change to the setting's status quo)

Thancred: Bard of Mind (mind deals with thought, possible futures, the paralysis of choice. The bard allows destruction of their aspect and invites destruction through their aspect. It is difficult to sum up how I think this applies but consider both Thancred, paralyzed by his failure to save Warburton, and also the image of the Fatebreaker. Also he's literally a bard)

Y'shtola: Witch of Void (witch is obvious. Void stands in for forbidden knowledge, obscured things, darkness. Connects to both her personal drive to uncover the hidden things of the world and her time as spiritual leader to the Night's Blessed. Also on a meta level we know the least about her because she is underdeveloped lmao)

Urianger: Seer of Doom (lay-up)

Estinien: Maid of Rage (both the HS Maids are naturals of their aspects, and also go sorta corrupted or weird in relation to it. also the idea of Estinien as Nidhogg's handmaiden (as well as Handmaid) makes a lot of sense to me)

G'raha: Page of Time (again, a lay-up, but note that Pages have the potential to be among the most powerful given time and development. Also as the Exarch has many parallels to Hydaelyn thematically)

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UNSUNDERED:

Elidibus: Sylph of Heart (Heart deals with identity, the soul, motivation, but also self-knowledge through others. Also Elidibus is a little bit damsel-coded imo)

Emet-Selch: Mage of Space (BEHOLD, A SORCERER OF ELD and also the close narrative link to Zodiark)

Lahabrea: Thief of Life (steals life, as Hephaestus made life. Also life has thematic links to the march of progress and the exertion of will, and through the Condesce and Betty Crocker, power and its abuse (impeach Lahabrea))

[karoiseka]

20) Duel

((Second of the night, this takes place before 5.3, just for a little fun! ^_^))

Steel clashed together, as Karo desperately crossed her daggers to block the overhead move, before lightly feeling the flat of Thancred’s second blade tap her hip.  Scowling, she took the two steps back, panting from the excretion.

“I’m never going to get the hang of fighting in melee range,” Karo lamented, panting with the excretion.  

“Well, not like that you aren’t,” he grinned in response, taking a stride forward and placing a kiss on her forehead.  “You’ve been doing well with the sword and shield, and despite your opinion, you’ve been doing quite well with the daggers,” He eyed the long knives held loosely in her hands.

“You said Jacke got you started with those, right?”  Karo sheathed the blades, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat away, while nodding.

“Yeah, during one of my longer stays in Limsa,” she smiled thinking of the rogues, and their surprise that she knew Thancred.  Of course, she couldn’t find him at the time since Lahabrea had his talons in him, but after the Praetorium, the mutual friends had come up in conversation, and they had shared stories.  Thancred had handed over the blades he had been using back to their actual owner, Ryne, who had been watching the pair spar.

“I think it’s your turn to go,” he mused her red hair affectionately with a grin.  “Duel it out to see who is better with those.”  Karo’s heart sank.  In most forms of combat, she could easily trounce Ryne, but with the twin daggers?  The girl was a natural, and despite the daggers feeling at home in her hands, Karo still had a few movement problems with guarding while pressing an attack.  Masking her dismay, she stretched in place before striding out to the center of little clearing they had claimed in Lakeland to make a practice arena.  Ryne grinned, drawing her own daggers (that fit much better in her hands than in Thancred’s large ones) as Karo dropped into a mirrored fighting stance, ready to let the duel begin.

It started with basic circling, Ryne testing her reach that was almost as long as Karo’s.  Easily parried, Karo’s tail swayed behind her, aiding in last minute balance adjustments, her ears twitching lightly as she listened for the slight change in breathing or the minute stance shift that would indicate an attack was imminent.  Blows were traded evenly, slowly at first, but gaining speed as Ryne warmed up.  Karo was playing defense more often than not, luckily able to keep her footing due to how much she usually moved while using her bow, but it didn’t help her from having to backpedal and fend off furious flurries of blows from the younger girl time and again.

Finally, Ryne pulled away minutely before leaping up, and surprising not only Karo but Thancred who was still watching as she leapt over Karo’s head, twisting, and tossing out several small throwing knives before landing, and springing at the Warrior, knife at her throat, neatly ending the bout.  It had been Thancred’s signature move when he still fought with two knives instead of a gunblade, and she had carried it out perfectly.

“When did you learn that move?” Karo had held up her hands in surrender as Ryne preened under the praise.

“Well, I didn’t teach it to her, if that’s what you’re asking!” Thancred had joined them in the clearing, staring down in awe at his adopted daughter.

“You used it several times when hunting when we were traveling together and you didn’t want to use the longer blade,” Ryne explained.  “I’ve been trying to work on it for a long time, but I wasn’t sure if I could jump over you.  Karo’s shorter, so I figured it would be a good time to test it against a real person.”

“Well, as you know, that move only works once on someone,” Karo grinned.  “I’ll be watching for it next time!” Ryne smiled sweetly in return, delivering the final killing blow to Karo’s ego.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll never surpass me with these, I’ll have a new trick next time we duel!”

[dutysmith]

"I don't need magic to make this work. It is simply a machine that scans the area. Its very common within rich households."

So he copied the design and implimented it , did a tech course a few months ago since he had nothing else to do. God, almost a year in this place already.

"I only supplied the parts, everything else is a science."

He creates a basketball on the spot and hands it to the robot to further shoot hoops.

Grampa here can be lying or....okay fine. He not actually gonna brain grandpa over just making a robot for throwing basket balls.

God knows hobbies needed to keep a old mind sane. Seongjun lower his blade.

"....what you used for sensor? The city zap most of everyone powerful toys no? With your cult like robes and a lack of magi tech store. You have to combine your ability with the tech in this city to make something right?"

Seongjun observe the machine. His dealing with Hero of Transformation don't make him a enginnering major but it does make him capable of at least understand the basic of how this machine works.

Is....is gramps bored?

[inhcritance]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSES:

Harry Osborn (this one)

TASM Harry Osborn

Lahabrea (FFXIV)

Young Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

Tiana Toomes (Marvel)

WANT TO WRITE:

Insomniac Peter Parker

Kaine Parker

Bucky Barnes

Dion (FFXVI)

HAVE WRITTEN: (In no particular order)

Ravus Nox Fleuret (FFXV)

Marluxia/Lauriam (KH)

Terra (KH)

Foreteller Invi (KH)

Ienzo (KH)

Apprentice Xehanort (KH)

Regulus Black (HP)

Salazar Slytherin (HP)

Reeve Tuesti (FFVII)

Azem (FFXIV)

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

Ravus, Lauriam, Apprentice Nort, Reeve, many of my FFXIV OCs... mostly everyone that is not from HP.

tagged by; @drummingncise

tagging; Steal it from me :3