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payasita · 4 years ago

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Ask meme! Ask meme! Number 63 and Lurien. Maybe a meeting with the soul master? who knows...

For the "Sanctum", soul was dealt with quantifiably. Here it was dissected, and here it was pulled between machines and catalysts living and not like taffy, and the stuff that was dense enough to store remained preserved for later study. The master of this place was in the business of uncovering the secrets to soul, to souls.

The Watcher, in contrast, was more in the business of saving souls.

But that was not the purpose of his visit. The City was under his protection, his eye, and this definitively haunted place fell squarely within his jurisdiction. Its construction had been rushed; the Master who owned this tower had been some sort of academic, who paid out of pocket to renovate his own tower into a sprawling laboratory. Lurien could only wonder if he still slept here, somewhere, in this place where soul rendered the air thick enough to choke on.

He hesitated to admit to the beauty he saw here, in that same air. Soul was a precious thing, gifted with love by their King, and all knew it held a holy sort of power. It was life, but it was what gave life depth. Of course it was beautiful, and of course it was heavy. The Watcher had long meditated on his feelings about it.

His perspective as a holy man was, maybe, what made him stop to stare at the swirl of captive soul in an ornate glass jar upon a table, and feel a mix of emotions he only had a moment to categorize. Awe, definitely, and a somewhat mystical sense of wonder.

Beneath them, a creeping unease, like the gut instinct in many creatures to recoil at anatomically accurate display models of hearts and brains depicted outside the shell. After all, when something that should be inside of a bug is pulled out and placed where, medically, it should not be, it is natural for some survival instinct to kick in and insist that something has gone very, very wrong, and that this is not a safe place to be.

But Lurien knew anything, it was faith. He turned his gaze from the turbulent substance in glass, and again met the sanctum Master's eye. He looked tired, but in that near manic way that informed others one has chosen some stimulant or another over sleep, perhaps for more than one night. Perhaps he'd been right to wonder about how one rested in a place like this.

"Shall we move on?" The Master inquired.

"By your lead, doctor."

The view from the windows here was not quite on par with his own tower, but it was magnificent nonetheless. Lurien took care not to dawdle. Appreciation for the beauty of his kingdom was a self imposed part of his job description, but it also indubitably part of his own nature. Still, it wouldn't do for the esteemed Watcher to come across as absent-minded, so he kept his attention on his host.

"That's nearly it for the tour. Again, you'll find everything up to snuff, all up to code."

"There are not… particularly codes in place for this sort of establishment, good doctor. But I should like to trust your prudence."

"Good, yes, prudence. Always have to be vigilant, lab safety and all that."

"... Though I will express some apprehension about your choice in calling this place a 'sanctum'. By our laws, the presence of soul alone does not sanctify it." All those ghastly old statues from the bygone ages would be hotspots for heresy otherwise, useful as they are. The Master did not falter in his step, but he did do something of a double take.

"Soul doesn't-- surely, your excellency, I don't have to tell you about the holiness of soul, about the impossible things it could allow us to do, should we learn full control over it? Look at the shamans, how they twist it into raw power with nothing but staves and chants and bones; what I do here will be nothing short of our salvation."

Here we go. This had been what the King had sent Lurien to judge, these claims of soul manipulation as a cure for the plague. The Master has been making quite a ruckus with them, attracting volunteer test subjects left and right.

"Peace, doctor. I know you believe that."

"Of course I do! It is my life's work. The people have faith in it, they need to believe in something before they succumb to the boils, something that can offer more for the common good than tossing geo into a city-sanctioned fountain. I am doing something real," he insisted. Lurien beat him out in height, but he still got the sense that the tower Master was trying to loom.

He did not falter. He'd heard the rumors of the doctor's temper, and was familiar enough in dealing with anger. Many turbulent souls would come to Lurien and his followers for advice in finding peace, in the days before they only ever came to beg for spiritual comfort before death. Not very many dared to speak to him to simply try and get a rise out of him, revered as his position was, and it was always a shame when those efforts worked. But things were stressful, and arguing often just wasted time, so Lurien resolved not let it work here.

"Your service in providing hope for the people has been profoundly important in these uncertain times, and I know your accreditations. Please, go on with the tour. Show me what goes on here to engender such pride in your work." He held up his hands, non-threatening as he could muster. It seemed to placate the Master, who continued on, launching into some lecture about his theory of soul's ability to rewrite a bug's physicality.

Lurien privately found some of these ideas a tad ghoulish. He wondered if the Master thought he could reanimate the dead the way the Old Light does. Such things should be beyond the realm of mortals. Just look at the chaos endured when a lesser god tried.

He caught sight of one of the wizards in employ, and what looked to be a volunteer. Lurien recognized them. They'd been to the shrines these last few days, praying for the safety of someone important to them who'd been infected. Their mother, or aunt, or something. It wasn't through indifference that he did not remember, but still, the fact that he couldn't made him feel so callous. Perhaps he should spare a word, and promise them they'd be in good hands here.

Then again, they were all here on business. Business was smooth with protocol, and he thoroughly enjoyed how that didn't allow many opportunities for awkwardness. Impromptu conversation, though, was a veritable minefield. Briefly forgetting the spiritual leader thing, he debated pretending he hadn't seen them at all.

He didn't get the chance to do a single thing when the doctor forcibly blocked Lurien's view with his body, and the Watcher just barely caught the wizard leaving with the volunteer in tow up an elevator, one tucked away around the corner.

"And speaking of the shamans, we're looking to collaborate. It's always good to diversify your research."

The abruptness of that startled Lurien enough to give him pause.

"... Of course. Will we be going up, next? The elevator in does not stop any higher than here."

The Master's polite, exhausted expression didn't change. "There is nowhere further up. We've reached the highest point of my estate."

"I just saw one of your scientists escort a volunteer. Does he mean to drop them off the roof, then?"

Humor was a poor choice, it seemed.

"Watcher or no, I will not tolerate an intrusive guest. That's all you are here. We are done when I say." His voice had gone just a bit shrill.

"Good doctor, I come on behalf of the King. I appreciate your treating me as a guest thus far, but as Watcher, it is my duty to see. This will be no problem, I trust, so long as you are not hiding anything untoward." Lurien stood his ground, hands folded, and silently prayed for his own temper.

"Nothing at all," the doctor spoke tersely, then led in the direction he'd seen the others leave. Having expected more of an argument, Lurien stilled a moment before following.

The two crowded into the elevator. The doctor pulled the lever up. Now forced in such close quarters, Lurien noticed a sweet smell about him. Something almost sugary. But it was an overtone to something stale, and the mixture was nearly enough to make him gag. He refrained. He'd once heard that science was busy, messy work, and one oughtn't judge.

(But at least the Teacher practiced good hygiene, even if her routine may or may not involve actual acid.)

"I mean everything I say," the Master spoke, unbidden, and slow. Lurien startled. "Everything we do here will be our salvation. I know it. I know it."

"... We shall see."

Lurien suddenly himself wishing he'd brought one of his knights along. But that would have sent a rather strong message. He wondered if it would have perhaps been the right sort of message, when they arrived to the top wings of the tower. And Lurien saw the lights flash and flicker out from every doorway, and heard the screams. Soul mingled in the air with the smell of blood, and both suffocated him where they clogged in his throat.

"By the Wyrm--" he choked out.

"Noble Watcher, there is no need for prayer here," the Master of all of this spoke with what Lurien recognized as quiet awe, barely audible beneath the aborted cries ringing out like shutter clicks that accompany camera flashes.

"Come, Watcher. Do what you do, for the kingdom. Come and watch, and pass your judgement."

The doctor ushered him along to a doorway, and Lurien could only numbly let it happen before the fear could fully register. By the time it did, he was stood at the threshold of the next room. All of his eyes went wide and staring at the painful machine at its center, onto which that same volunteer Lurien had debated speaking to not five minutes ago was now clamped, and where their still-living soul was bled dry from affixed wires and cords all passing a steady trickle into the reinforced containers nearby. Two of the "researchers" stood near the dying bug-- they'd be dead in moments, that was so much soul-- and facilitated the process on their machines with practiced care. One reached into the store of fresh soul, and took it into herself. With that same hand, she summoned a crackle of electricity around her that sizzled in the air dangerously.

And as she did that, that hand began to melt. The researcher swore as she focused to hold back the change.

Lurien's bitten-down whimper made enough noise to snap all three sets of eyes directly on him, and he damn near broke into a run. The doctor had him by the shoulders in that same instant, though, prompting another cry, and pulled him back out into the hall.

"Did you see it? Did you see what we can do, already, with so little?"

"This-- this is-- Saints below, doctor, this is sacrilege. Worse-- it is murder! You, you cannot--"

"No, no, your excellency, this is progress. I made no real secret of our work, this is for the greater good."

"They are the greater good! Our people! This isn't the way-- how many have you-- have you siphoned?"

Lurien regretted yelling maybe a second after he'd finished doing so, for the way the sanctum master's claws dug into his arms, imploring.

"No, you don't understand, you have to understand. It is the only way. I know it, Watcher, I've seen it."

"Wyrm almighty--"

"In my dreams, Watcher, in my dreams I see it. Our work here will not just cure us, it won't heal just this one plague," he was so close, too close now, and Lurien got the full brunt of that rancid sweetness from his breath. "It is the cure-all; soul can be distilled into panacea for the whole of our weaknesses. The ones of the body, the ones of the mind, the ones wrought from evolution without intelligence!"

"Doctor, you are not well--"

"Watcher, we can cure death itself!" His voice rose, impassioned, or manic. Lurien, revolted, wanted to rip the Master's hands off his robe, but found that his own only shook.

"How can you fear that, Watcher, how can you fear the idea of being on par with the gods you serve?"

"Unhand me, please--"

"Listen. Listen to me. I beg you, most eminent Watcher, grant us your blessing. Endorse us, let my work continue, that it may ascend us, god-king's embrace or no!".

"I would rather spit my own soul out into the flood!" He exploded, in a wild moment where his sensibilities won out over his instinct to survive.

And it was one he instantly regretted. The doctor went silent, and Lurien's blood ran cold.

"... You don't know, you haven't seen, passive, glorified eyeball of the King as you are, and still-- Wait, yes, how much soul, per cubic meter, is held in a thing like you, touched by Him? It's less than you'd think in a normal bug, but it varies, by will or strength, how long would it take my twisters to--"

Adrenaline finally kicked in in a useful way when Lurien was able to grab the sconce behind him, and crack the sanctum master across the face with it before either even realized he'd moved at all. The poor lumaflies within fluttered away with flying glass as he cried out, and the Watcher booked it back towards the elevator. To his terror, the Master followed. And to his horror, the aberrant doctor floated after him, propelled by gross misuse of stolen soul and, most likely, murderous intent. Even if the Watcher had not seen what the doctor had allowed in the name of his research, the little tinge of orange shining through the new cut in his face would have been enough for anyone to expect especially violent retribution.

Heart racing, Lurien acted quickly, and kicked over a large jar of soul directly into one of the doorways, where he vaguely saw was stored yet more captive soul. He didn't stick around to see the aftermath of the series of crashes, but the Master shrieked, and abandoned his chase to dive into that room.

Lurien reached the elevator, and slammed the lever down with all his weight in both arms. The flashing and screaming and morbid miasma faded upwards. On his way out, he summoned a burst of his own magic and snapped the lever in two, in a bid for time. From there, the Watcher ran, and did not stop running until he was out of the tower completely, and back under the open air and downpour.

Appearances or no, his Eminent Excellency elected to sit down right there in the street, in the rain, against the wall of the first undoubtedly non-haunted building he found once out in the safety of public view.

Lurien did not used to consider himself a brave sort. Those who knew him before he took up the mantle of Watcher sometimes called him brave, simply because they could not fathom spending the rest of their lives in such a tall tower, or because they themselves would be unwilling to don the cloak and hide every high-born marking or distinguishing feature from the world forever.

But the Pale King himself once called him brave. Soon after Lurien accepted the garb and took his oaths, he openly admitted his anxieties to his liege. And the King-- gentle, holy, and so forgiving-- had reminded him of the bravery it took for a quiet soul like his to take on a position of such leadership, through faith and stalwart determination alone.

And, well, one simply does not disagree with their almighty. And on the days where the death tolls were high and doubt would creep through unbidden, it was helpful to remember the divine love he'd heard in his sovereign's voice. He brought back the memory now, breathed until steady, and numbly thought about how he should draft the news to the King that the founder of the center for soul research had been infected and dangerous.

Lurien would do whatever was needed of him for his kingdom, and for his King, at every expense to himself if he must. True as that was, there were clearly some things in the world that no one should have to watch.

#drabble #ask meme #okay did it right this time #its the whole thing #i had a random WILD spike of anxiety about people thinking i stole ideas with this one #because i posted it and then someone said something by coincidence and i got paranoid #but then i had a nap and woke up like 'wait thats dumb'#'and even if anyone tries to confront me like so what'#like i have maybe two people who interact with this blog where the FUCK do i get off with that

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jjillekkot · 6 years ago

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✨ greek loves.

COME & FIND OUT. Repost, do not reblog! Put down whatever info applies the most.

✨ Good Agape.

All agape types are organized around bestowal and attuned to instinct and inspiration. Agape types are spontaneous and mythopoetic lovers who charm others by making them the recipients of a free-spirited and joyous bestowal that escapes all conventional means of appraisal and evaluation and which is itself without limits. Agape is truly a love which freely gives and forgives, and which precedes the rational, confounding it, and charms less inspired natures to relinquish their everyday sensibility in order to play along to the joyful tune of its carnival. As a love, agape is truly "that good which has no end and is its own measure" and for which every conventional standard of value is too small a receptacle for the joys that it has to offer.

As for good agape, it is, as Shakespeare said, like "a gentle rain that droppeth from Heaven and is twice blessed," exalting to both giver and receiver. The efforts of good agape are rarely calculated or strained, but flow forth from that spontaneous and golden wit which champions an unapologetic celebration of life. In loving through good agape, you often find yourself in the role of effervescent maverick, or "golden child": Charming, optimistic, and eternally youthful, your charisma and glee are rare commodities that provide much-needed reprieves from the humdrum of everyday existence and brighten up the lives of others. Your charisma and joyous bestowals tend to have a captivating effect on people where others are seized by your personal magnetism and cheer. By your mesmerizing displays of optimism and wit, it is likely that you have often gotten away with things that others would not. However, it would be wrong to imply that your bestowals are calculated, since they are in fact freely bequeathed onto others, the "joy of giving" being in your very nature, and with you enjoying the munificence and good cheer that your effervescence has on others too.

Famous Greeks who have Agape: Homer, Diogenes the Dog.

Your ideal partner is someone who has Nomos.

✨ TAGGED BY: @softestmood ( sparkles included! ) ✨ TAGGING: @ifemerel @vibraea @nomadicnovice @gotitmemorised @kyouminaine @magitekelite / @heavensarch @dawnled @teiou @paddyfuck + if you’re interested.

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jjillekkot · 6 years ago

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

TAGGED BY: @fadeglory ( ily boo ! ) TAGGING: @ndeavor @fujxn @kissafist @nomadicnovice @gotitmemorised @ifemerel @softestmood @vibraea @lonerlion @heroofgrymoire @fairlegacy @lunarfayth

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001.· excitability.

002.· enthusiasm.

003.· optimism.

004.· passion.

005.· hope.

GREETINGS:

001.· "hiya!” “howdy!” “hey!” she’s quite into one-word greetings, nothing terribly long-winded, quick to grab attention.

002.· “excuse me?!” “wait a minute!” she doesn’t like being ignored, avoided. her attention is valuable, and she wants to have all of yours, quite frankly.

003.· "hello? are you in there?” given the amount of... to be quite frank, absolutely stupid people she’s met in the world, both on wutai and shinra side, from execs to the regular citizens, and even now in the wro, she’s does question the intelligence of the folks she’s surrounded by if they’re not the regular gang.

004.· "i’m the great ninja yuffie!” “i am the conqueror of evil, the sun and moon and stars, the white rose of wutai.... yuffie kisaragi!” to formally introduce herself comes as a momentous occasion and she’s ever so thrilled to introduce her acquaintance to someone new. while she can be rather boastful, and even theatrical.... she is true to herself and honest to her identity and skill set. she does not like to act as something she is not.

COLORS:

001.· white.

002.· earth green / dark green.

003.· brown.

004.· colors found in nature: blue, yellow, tan, etc.

SCENTS:

001.· floral.

002.· citrus.

003.· neutral? she’s rather plain.

004.· light scent of sweat. yuffie is active.

005.· whatever concoction spritzed on her before a formal event, occasion, gathering, meeting, etc.

CLOTHING:

001.· shorts. short-shorts, to be specific. she enjoys the freedom, wants to feel like she’s barely wearing anything. i’ll include skirts as well, even though not canon technically.

002.· boots. needs the traction for running, hiking, climbing. enjoys the constricting feeling laces provide.

003.· cropped clothing, if only because it’s less fabric on her skin, doesn’t want to feel like she’s wearing much.

004.· pouches, pockets, etc. she needs a lot of storage space ok.

OBJECTS:

001.· her father’s headband. she took it the day she walked into the war, to see the battlefield with her own eyes. she switches to her own battle headband after the events of vii, having proven herself a true warrior in her own right.

002.· shuriken. weapon of choice. kind of her symbol? it’s kind of important.

003.· kunai. it’s important to her to have a range of weapons, long distance and short-range, noticeable and hidden. she did train to be a ninja, after all.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

THEFT.· yuffie’s found stealing throughout most of the compilation: whether it’s stealing bombs ( before crisis ), treasure ( crisis core ), materia ( ffvii ), or straight up vincent valentine ( dirge of cerberus-- yes i’m counting this ). theft itself isn’t great, though her reasons for doing so, she tries to validate.

HIERARCHY OF MORALS AND ETHICS.· yuffie tends to think her goals, ambitions, and ethics supercede anyone else’s. she’s validated to steal materia from ~the gang~ because she needs it for wutai. she can leave wutai because she feels she is more reliable and responsible than her dad when it comes to decision-making. overall, there’s a lot of instances in which she views herself as top of the hierarchy, that her personal views are best... and that’s pretty rough for a lot of reasons, other than the obvious self-sering.

RUNNING AWAY.· we see yuffie running away from a big scene frequently, and typically it’s a scene she was directly involved in, if not the center of. it’s not that yuffie neglects responsibility or accountability, for we see her claiming her actions and dealing with consequences rather severely; but rather, it seems that she prefers to avoid confrontation, hates instances in which she’s required to focus intensely on her feelings. this isn’t to say she’s afraid to voice her opinion-- she just doesn’t like appearing soft or weak, so she would rather leave than lose.

MARTYR / SAVIOR COMPLEX.· though it goes wildly unaddressed by anyone for the most part, yuffie certainly has a problem with this. why does she feel personally responsible for the honor of an entire nation at age 8? why does she willingly put herself into danger as a sole representative of wutai at 9, at 16, at 18 and 19? what’s the purpose of her not merely saving refugees, but spearheading the rescue process in midgar? why does she, knowing she’s innocent, agree to being incarcerated for being the carrier of the midgar sickness? she definitely has some sort of complex to acknowledge in which she thinks she must carry everything on her shoulders, she must help, she must be the one to solve things and fix it but... girl there are other people??

BODY LANGUAGE:

001.· rather exaggerated swaying of body to extenuate emotions: swinging of arms, leaning forward or backward. accents her overly-expressive facial expressions, leading to an over-the-top interaction, especially when excitable.

002.· scratching of cheek, batting of eyelashes, subtle gestures to suggest timidity or humility or shyness. she can be rather bashful, as she does not often receive praise despite being of such high position.

003.· fumbling with hair, clothes, tapping. she has a lot of energy, and so she has ticks which are visible when focused upon which showcase yuffie’s attempts at containing her boundless enthusiasm or energy.

004.· elevated volume. she has a loud speaking voice and her pitch can seem high at times. because of her small stature, she uses other tools like her voice and her body movements to garner attention.

005.· direct eye-contact, straight body posture, firm handshake. a natural-born leader, she possesses skills and attributes and abilities which show that she’s not going to back down, that she stands her ground, can hold her own, is a force to be reckoned with, whether in personal affairs or on the battlefield.

AESTHETICS:

001.· silk, gold, fine materials representing wealth, royalty.

002.· nature, flowers, grain, pastures, fields.

003.· fish, the ocean, fire, the mountainside, representations of the gods da chao and leviathan.

004.· steel, swords, shuriken, kunai, short sword, dagger. weapons of tradition, rather than modernity.

005.· cats, balls, shiny things... she loves cats, would consider herself similiar to one, very same interests...

SONGS or PIECES:

001.· descendant of shinobi.

002.· stolen materia.

003.· wutai.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.#║ misfortune and fortune’s dizzying tangle. / headcanon.#look we are all in this together scoobs.#i suffered this you can too.#but to be fair it's really interesting!!#kaz finds the best memes is wear.#thanks kaz!

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jjillekkot · 6 years ago

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STUDY : KISARAGI YUFI . tagged by @ndeavor & @tempestuoushart ( yay! )

— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? For a Wutaian woman lady, she’s of typical height at 5′2. For most others in Gaia / Gaea, it’s to be assumed she’s considered on the shorter scale.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? There is no particular complaint about her size, all things considered. To be a ninja / shinobi, the main requirement is that she be out of sight-- and should she be particiularly tall or wide, she would fail in that respect. In most things regarding her body, she has little complaint; she’s witnessed the struggles Tifa has had with a larger bust size, or Aerith with her shoe size, and in comparison, Yuffie’s fine for where and what she is.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? On average it is sleek, silky, straight. Given, while spending time in the palace or pagoda she typically does not do her own hair-- such responsibility are given to the maidens and assistants personally assigned to her. However, given enough time unkempt, it can become dull, dry, and frizzed. Into adolescence as she completed ninja training, hair was kept short at chin-length or shorter depending on the convenience of the blade used. When attempting to appear more regal, however, hair is kept at longer lengths, no shorter than stopping at her shoulders, yet no longer than bra-strap. She has no preference for length, with the exception of wanting to avoid excessively long hair, as she finds it an inconvenience. Again, she has no envy of neither Tifa nor Aerith’s hair length’s, but finds Marlene’s hair fine.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? She personally does not do her own hair, as it is a task assigned to her handmaidens or assistants; but when in the field, she does not care to have a long routine, other than to brush her hair and wash it daily.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? To an extent. She picks her own clothes, and is true to her tastes when assembling her wardrobe. However, in terms of professional or formal dress, she does consider what designs might be considered acceptable or pleasing to the eye for the audience at hand.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? outdoors. ▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? sunshine. ▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? forest, but the beach is beautiful as well. ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? gems, but appreciates the metals. ▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? flowers. ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? ��both ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? alone, certainly. ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? after being involved with anarchy on a personal level for an extended period of time, rebelling against world order, shin-ra, her father... she’s looking for some structure now in the era of peace. ▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? she’s certainly more interested in hearing painful truths for herself, but has used white lies more than she can count. ▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? magic. though she finds that the two of them tend to coincide with one another. ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? peace. ▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? day. ▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? dawn. ▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? warmth. ▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? professionally she would prefer many acquaintances for the opportunities, and in private a few close friends are sufficient. ▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? reading.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? She’s still in the habit of doubting herself, in particular her ability to succeed in her mission. She can be vain, wanting glory; but to be fair, she’s achieved many great things and received little to no recognition, often receiving punishment instead because she dared to do what others feared. As a result, she can pose a bad attitude or seem cocky-- but she’s proud of herself in ways that many others have hesitated to be.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? Naturally she lost most of her countrymen in the Shin-Ra War, and her mother earlier on in life. Due to her decisions to leave Wutai to find solutions to win the war and defeat the East, she lost connections to any friends she might’ve had. Then, upon traveling with The Gang, she experienced Aerith’s death, knew of Zack’s, and to some extent Cait Sith as well. She also almost lost Vincent during the Deepground incident. Though it makes her wary of making attachments, she’s also fiercely dedicated to protecting those who are still around her, and interested in protecting their memory and honor.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? She has a strong memory of her early childhood in the Negotiation Era, of all the lessons her tutors attempted to teach her in terms of law, of aesthetics, in art and culture and trivia. She remembers how annoyed she was when the expectation for her was to be dainty, and how thrilled she was to take up the role of shinobi. Naturally, she also considers her journey with The Gang, and even following around Zack as Treasure Princess, to be rather memorable.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? To take animal lives, perhaps, in modern times. Prior to joining The Gang, if she needed to survive or to take a mission to gain the trust of those in Junon or Midgar, she would do what was necessary. Reeve knew of this, as would Cait Sith and the Turks. Yuffie was ready to take down AVALANCHE even as a child, or to do whatever was necessary to eliminate the Shin-Ra threat during the War, such as summoning the gods at personal risk and sacrifice. Killing is not a unknown concept to Yuffie, though in times of peace she does not think to resort to it.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? She doesn’t care to let other people see it. It’s a break in her pride and so she would prefer to suffer alone if given the choice on most occasion. She is very emotional and can be brought to tears when being persuasive or passionate about a cause; but as for entirely breaking down, especially in moments of weakness where she is experiencing flashbacks or dissociating, she would rather suffer silently, reimagining the scenarios herself in agony as opposed to bringing someone else with her. Then, once conscious, she can tackle what she experienced by creating it tangibly in her hands in her own time. She prefers feeling in control, and so when others are there in the midst of her weakness, she feels exposed and not in control, thus her general displeasure in being seen.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? If it’s absolutely necessary and it’s her only choice. Certainly doesn’t prefer to.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? Fiercely loyal and dedicated, determined, enjoys being in the company of the person she cares deeply for, likes having lots of private moments out of limelight, enjoys sharing gifts and performing tasks to show interest and attention in her partner. She’s rather ordinary, if not low on public displays of affection or sharing personal details.

tagging anyone who read this much iohsdfosdihf this took me thirty eight years.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.#║ misfortune and fortune’s dizzying tangle. / headcanon.

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RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS.

BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

TAGGED BY : @ilmortale ( ily boo ! ) TAGGING : @vibraea @ifemerel @softestmood @noirtux @osolars @disharmonics @unmeii @sacrificarem @fidelisfatum @heavensarch @breselin @aviarivs @bitchguarded @1p15 @hathfire @rpdrookie + idk do it y’all.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights , the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind words

THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people

WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in an expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlour , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket - watch , light - hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , letting thoughts come & go , a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.

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Are you an angel or demon?

Tagged by: @kyouminaine

Tagging: literally anyone.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.#no lies detected!!#be mad everyone. be mad.

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✨ fatal flaw.

[ YOUR MUSES’S FATAL FLAW. ]

✨ YOU’RE AN IDEALIST IN A CRUEL, CALLOUS WORLD.

You want the world to be good. Here’s the problem: it’s usually not. At best it’s subpar. At worst it’s a nightmare void, and your naiveté is simply a plot device used to emphasize this point. Your inability to accept the world’s present darkness will lead to your untimely downfall, but not before your dewy-eyed idealism and rosy visions of utopia erode away. You will become a shell of your former self. Sorry about that. Yikes.

✨ TAGGED BY: @softestmood & @ifemerel ( i’m blessed ) ✨ TAGGING: y’all ?? hewwo ??

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.#ow?#i think in some respects this reflects child yuffie best.#she wants thinks to work out during the negotiation era & she's crushed when it doesn't.#she wants her dad to immediately seek revenge for wutai he doesn't.#she goes into the world multiple times expecting to be praised as a hero. and everyone else is except for her.#she definitely does her best to try to show all the good that could happen? how bright the future could and should be?#but she does her part in effectively trying to fix it and therefore exposing how shitty it actually is.#and she doesn't even know the worst of it bc she's been isolated for the most part.#it's......... real wowie.#i was gonna be like 'this is wrong!!' but... it's not and now i'm sad lmao.

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Muse Icon Meme.

Repost, do not reblog.

When happy:

When sad:

Seeing something they want:

When their berserk button is pushed:

Seeing someone they dislike:

tagged by: @ifemerel ( ily boo! ) tagging: y’all should know i’m just bad at activity in general. but i’m trying, scoobs.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.

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MUSE AESTHETICS

feel free to add to the list. repost, not reblog ! bold the aesthetic for your muse. italicize what can be taken two ways or applies only partially.

“just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl.” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “you’ll get it done before the day is up.” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / a face in the mirror that you don’t recognize. / “how could you do this to me?” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had./ falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “you’re getting better.” / “they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly.” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can make. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “oh god, what have you done?” / your mother had the most beautiful gardens, but you can’t grow anything worth a damn. / the similarities between deep space and deep water. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you tried to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you?” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / you smell like the mountains in the winter. / crisp red apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that.” / “they weren’t there when it happened.” / quick to anger. / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “you’re the best friend i’ve ever had.” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / “jump. i dare you.” / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / marble under the sun. / “i was hoping that you’d understand.” / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “i miss you.” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / god-blood. / “they say your name is death.” / all-consuming passion. / think about the things you did. / feed off the daylight. / no signs of life. / “what are you waiting for?” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness. / if you’re hungry enough, anyone can stop caring about something long enough to eat it. / spine like a ladder, and his weary feet can’t find purchase. / the burn was so slow no one ever saw it coming. / learn through teaching. / there were things; your own acts from which you could not recover. / how the other half dies. / “have you ever thought about why trees bleed?” / your mother crashed against the rocks to give you the world. / you are not safe. you are alone. no one is coming for you. / “go down with me, fall with me.” / i am awake in the place where women die. / thunder rolling on the hills. / black on black on black on black on bl — / the long game. / restless hands. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / you will do anything to spare them. / a cemetery by the moon, unblessed. / every sparrow god forgot. / even when you walked one would think you waltzed. / the worst monsters wear the faces of men. / “madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me.” / “my blood ran cold.” / power corrupts. / wood grain and nail tracks. / no scales are strong enough to judge you.

Tagged By: @heroofgrymoire

Tagging: all y’all. i’m tired scoobs.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.

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✨ aura color.

AN AURA EXISTS AROUND EVERYONE, FIND OUT YOUR MUSES. LINK / GO HERE AFTER YOU GET RESULTS. Repost, don’t reblog!

✨ Orange.

Oranges are the thrill-seekers and daredevils of the aura spectrum. They love the excitement and adrenaline rush of physical danger. Oranges want to challenge their environment and go beyond any accepted physical limits. Oranges often put their lives on the line just to feel alive; and in many instances, the stakes are actually life and death.

✨ Violet.

Violets are the inspirational visionaries, leaders, performers, therapists, or teachers who are here to help save the planet. Most Violets feel drawn to educate the masses, to inspire higher ideals, to improve the quality of life on the planet, or to help save people, animals and the environment.

✨ TAGGED BY: @softestmood + a few others! ✨ TAGGING: if you’re looking at it, you’ve been tagged!

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.

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✨ TAGGED BY: @softestmood ( i love )

✨ TAGGING: y’all ??

NAME: nina. NICKNAME: ninabean, neeners, nins. these are all old. y’all don’t call me cute things ;w; AGE: 24. FACE CLAIM: son ga in. i told myself i was gonna get my own separate face claim. it’s been two years. PRONOUNS: she / they. HEIGHT: 5′2. and a half. BIRTHDAY: 23 july.

AESTHETIC: everyone tells me i’m hipster ‘cause i wear chunky scarves and cardigans and oversized glasses 24/7. i also dress more formal than most at work ‘cause i wear blouses and slacks or tunics and tights? the only time i wear t-shirts are for pajamas… and i use them as towels sometimes, creates less frizz. i like things that are ~ simple and clean. ~ neutral. earth / nature based. but not animal… stuff. i’m also ndn so if you know anything about native aesthetic, it me. for music i like soft? jazz, lo-fi, classical, whispers. vaporwave is chill. little bit retro? sometimes i’m into house, trap, dubstep. i dunno? i’m a surprise honestly. isn’t that the best kind of thing though?

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: lyn inaizumi // rivers in the desert ( mito remix ) from the persona 5: dancing in starlight soundtrack. a bop.

FAVORITE MUSE ( S ) YOU’VE WRITTEN: while i’ve enjoyed a lot of world-building for yuffie naturally, i’ve had so much fun plotting and just relaxing over on paz ortega andrade over at @illido . granted i haven’t done much with her since she stopped being a sideblog, she has so many fond memories & it’s a relaxing change of pace to be on her. i need to forcibly make more time for my oc to make them public, but like…. it’s fun researching for them as well & indulging on all the court shows & ace attorney. you can kind of stalk her slow progress at @perspicacioux .

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE ( THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON ): i was asked to write yuffie. same for paz.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: she’s eccentric and energetic and she’s not apologetic about it. in all things, regardless of whether someone might approve of it or not, she’s true to herself.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: my own life experiences, i suppose, as well as a strong desire to see yuffie form strong relationships. we see her close to the gang, of course, but there’s so much of her we don’t see. in my opinion, all of her interactions and relationships seemed chipped, incomplete. so i like the idea that i’m able to expand on her friendships.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS: i really just... enjoy all of them? slice of life, friendships, sass, action, adventure.

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: she feels a lot more awesome than I am & I feel like I can’t apply that from time to time, especially with how I’ve been struggling with writing as of late.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.

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Dream team, dream team.

tagged by: @ndeavor hewwo tagging: whoever wants to!

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.#if you thought i wouldn't include the savior of the universe kirby you're wrong.

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SHIPPING INFO !! Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?: As a fair warning, I’m going to say Yuffentine is not high on my list of priorities. I know it’s there, I know we all shipped it in 2006 including middle school me because DoC really pushed it into our faces, but... I really prefer them as friends or like, post-DoC if we’re gonna go that far but only because Vincent’s seen Yuffie’s personal hell at that rate and has seen her for the adult she is, and she’s saved his ass, and it’s at her peak maturity in the series & it’s like a “you’ve saved my life, I’ve saved yours, you’re a woman now.” No star-crossed lovers trope, no slow burn over time. More of a “I recognize you now as an adult and an equal peer and we both have needs.”

THAT BEING SAID. I’ve always fancied Yuffie with Tseng. That’s probably my favorite? It’s rarely seen, but something about him ( probably ! ) being from Wutai, his sheer loyalty, his goodass looks & how in some respects they mirror each other ( she wants to belong to the homeland but is rejected, defiant vs. he refuses the homeland but his appearance [ his long hair in respect and honor, his tilak, his unmodified features ] is inviting and accepting, he is fiercely loyal ) that is like... what a good ass pair?

I also like her with the other Turks ( fight me! ), Rufus, and Cloud. In KH, I ship with Leon, but her age is so ambiguous that she could really go up or down depending on the timeline. I also currently ship with a Lea.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: > Friends with benefits. I think it’s extremely likely that Yuffie would hook up with someone but not tag them along with a full-time relationship, given that she’s still the crown heir of Wutai and that would be a hefty responsibility for someone not interested in becoming part of the royal family.

> Casual hook-ups. Someone she could go on dates with from time to time, but not too seriously, for the same reason as before.

> Long-term relationships, but this would have to be an AU or something that does not take place in the VII universe.

> Political commitments / relationships. This could include arranged marriages, but isn’t exclusive to it. I like the idea of like... two royals getting together to better their kingdom? Or maybe a business partners? Maybe clans cooperating? YO. I vastly prefer if there is some sort of romance between Yuffie and the other person, even if there’s a slow burn.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: As long as Yuffie is of age, then I’m fine. STOP MAKING ALL THIS UNDERAGE SIN OF HER, THAT’S THE UNCOMFORTABLE FACTOR.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: I am. I’m definitely a ship with chemistry kind of person, and I like to have a good relationship with the mun as well. If I don’t feel comfortable with them, then I won’t feel comfortable writing the ship. I don’t know if anyone else has issues with that... but consent is pretty important to me, okay? Please ask, but also please respect my comfort levels.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?: Nudity, heavy petting.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?: I currently ship with a Crowe ( @nomadicnovice ) & a Noctis ( @rexcrystallis ) outside the VII / KH fandoms. In them, I ship with a Cloud ( @ndeavor ) & a Lea ( @gotitmemorised ).

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Most definitely. I’ll assume everything is platonic until explicitly asked. And if I see outright flirting / sexual advances on the muse, I’ll ignore it ( if I’m uncomfortable ) or ask what your intentions are ( if I’m okay with the mun ).

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: It’s not like... my priority on this blog, but I’ll admit it’s fun and I do like them.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: More-or-less? Like, I’m happy for the ships I have, but I recognize that all writing isn’t just ships & I like all the threads I do, whether they’re serious, fluff, romantic, etc.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: I have been in the past. I’m not necessarily opposed to it, but I would follow my partner’s preferences.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Tsuffie. Followed by Cluffie. And then... whatever you would call Leon/Yuffie. They’re cute af ok.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Let’s have a few asks back and forth & like show our characters having some good chemistry, and then maybe while we’re plotting we can be like... hey? What do you think about this? I think that’s a pretty solid way to start the conversation.

Tagged by: A whole lot of y’all. Like half a dozen. I get it y’all I swear. I finally did it scoobs. Tagging: If somehow you haven’t taken it, you have now.

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.#║ you bury a living person in your memory. / outofcharacter.

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS

APHRODITE laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fists raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin,piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain,loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations,goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects,handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin,velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy calendar with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

tagging: steal it ! tagged by: stole it !

#║ love is nothing but a sanctified instinct. / meme.

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