#❝ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿˢ. ❞ // ASK.

[holyxvi]

@box-of-characters​ whispered:   15 & 17   ||   meme (accepting).

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15 - Do they have a favorite joke, or a favorite kind of joke? If so, what?

Mateus is still trying to understand jokes, so he can’t quite say.

16 - What is your muse’s LEAST favorite part of their job or everyday life?

Living with some of these goddamn older Palamecians holy shit. Being in the position of king and having duties to attend to. If Mateus had the choice, he’d spend all day basking in the desert sun and settle down at dusk to look upon the stars --- much preferable over paperwork and whatnot.

[xleonhart-a-blog]

A lone child wanders into the ex-knight's camp. They are small, dirty, and have twigs and leaves stuck in their wild hair. They are battered, so much so that they have a heavy limp, and are decorated with bruises and cuts. Seeing no one in the camp, the child climbs onto the ex-knight's bedding, and falls into what might be their final sleep...

Deer blood had stained his clothes and the grass beneath him as the knight busied away with cleaning out his latest catch, taking out the innards and tossing them into the stream that ran alongside his campsite. It felt all too good to be true, he thought, as the whole morning had been going relatively well in his favor; Leonhart having woken up more refreshed and energized than usual, finding an abundance of game hanging around the stream and having caught enough meat to last, and most of all he wasn’t yelling at the decapitated head that sat in his tent for once.

It almost felt like as if he was in a good mood — a mood that wouldn’t last for long, as Leonhart is quick to tense up and pause what he was doing as he heard the sound of rustling leaves. At first, he suspected it to be an animal, but upon closer listening, little grunts and heavy breathing screamed human. Navy brows furrow as Leon rises onto his feet, grabbing the Longinus and gripping it tight as he slowly stepped back towards the area where his tent and fire setup was.

He was ready to lunge, ready to pounce. Like a hungering wolf sneaking about upon it’s prey, the knight was careful with his steps, violet hues focusing so intently the bushes at first and then his tent. It wasn’t often he got visitors,mainly because nobody was fucking foolish enough to allow themselves to wander about the forest oblivious to all the monsters that called the place home – especially the Behemoth and Leg Eaters.

Leon jumps out from around the corner, holding the spear with both hands and expecting to be greeted with some sort of grown shitstain who got too nosy for their own good – but instead saw a sliver of flesh followed by the sound of a thud. An eyebrow is raised, and the knight inches close to the flaps of the tent with the intent of peeking inside.

What in the fresh hell…?

The Longinus is lowered as he enters, once intense violets softening as they settled upon the frame of the battered child. God they looked like shit, appearing to have suffered through immense hell before managing to somehow get here; and Leon wasn’t sure whether he should’ve been thankful or not over the fact that Mateus’ head hadn’t been disturbed from it’s place on the pallet that made up where the knight slept – much less noticed by the kid.

The answer as to what the knight should do about this became obvious immediately.

Crouching down beside the smaller, dirtied hands dug about his pockets for his knife, pulling it out promptly and taking a moment to look at his reflection within the silver blade.

That face knew war. Vibrant violet eyes had seen all that could be seen on the field of battle. Those lips had parted many times to bring fourth a mighty warcry that triggered soldiers to rush forward into the face of danger upon their mounts. And even that nose has smelt the most foulest of stenches, constantly stung with the burning smell of gunpowder. The knight had experienced it all, and would be doing so again after this. With his blade raised high upon the child’s head, Leon kept an expression of complete composure and calm.

[ ⸸ ] – “Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.”

[holyxvi]

@joy-of-destruction​ whispered:   Rock, Luck and Pure   ||   meme (accepting).

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ROCK INCENSE —— ⸙ ) does your favourite ship for this muse have a fanbase, or is it just you?

I feel like the only person around who literally ships Hilda/Mateus, so I gotta make my own content for it, especially so considering the FFII fandom on tumblr seems so small and kinda empty at best.

LUCK INCENSE —— ⸙ ) is there a ship you want to run with this muse, but haven’t?

Not that I can think of? I know everyone’s favorite thing to do with Mateus is ship him with the likes of Kuja or Ultimecia, and I almost came close to shipping him with an Ulti before they disappeared completely just bc of the great chemistry they not only seemed to have, but how much the mun and I got along.

So I guess its not one I can’t think of, it’s more like maybe with a canon like Ultimecia but it would have to be with the right mun and I don’t know if I’m ever gonna come close to another Ulti like the one who went AWOL. :/

PURE INCENSE —— ⸙ ) what are your thoughts on fankids? do you have any fankids?

In general and not referring to Mateus for a second, but I’ve always been a little iffy about fankids because while they aren’t inherently bad, you will always find that one person who expects the canon character you play to recognize their fankid OC as their kid and wanting you to act a certain way towards them that may be completely ooc for your muse to do. I absolutely abhor these types of people and am grateful that none have come to my Mateus yet with any sort of fankid.

I don’t hate y’all with fankiddos for this guy or anyone else but PLEASE respect a canon mun’s boundaries, its not hard.

Now to if I have any fankids for Mateus, I have quite a few. His fifteen dead kin, then the children he has with @pretty-little-teacup​’s muse. It’s already been said on a past blog that he probably has little bastards out there he doesn’t even know about running about, so in short, he’s got many. That’s it. Just many.

[holyxvi]

@joy-of-destruction​ whispered:   There's SAND all over you! How do you live like this?!

“You and your ilk always act so surprised upon finding grains of sand on my person, despite having been around me before. I did not think of you as one to suffer from memory loss, how tragic.”

For good measure, the blonde shakes his head around a bit, hair beads clacking together as sand is sent flying. Hopefully on Kefka.

[holyxvi]

@breatheflcra​ whispered:   "Yer tellin' me a shrimp fried this rice?"

What does this even mean.

[holyxvi]

@joy-of-destruction​ whispered:   11   ||   meme (accepting).

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11 - In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Being in the First and having to defeat each Lightwarden so each region in Norvrandt was free of it’s eternal daylight, because Matthias would have to take in each of the warden’s “light” which was part of what made them Sineaters. He was very much afraid of becoming a sineater and dying whenever the “light” stored in himself begun to act up, thankfully what was left of Mateus and Ardbert reuniting with the other half of Azem’s soul stopped this completely in its tracks.

Doesn’t stop Matthias from having nightmares about it though.

[holyxvi]

@breatheflcra​ whispered:   Crushes a pumpkin with her thighs to the point it splits open horizontally.   ||   Deno is cleaning out the inbox god why.

Cue a sigil going alight beneath her feet. Buenos Dias, sinner.

[holyxvi]

 @culra​ whispered:   16, 22, 24, and 30 for matthias   ||   meme (accepting).

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16 - Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Happiness I think fits Matthias best. Someone being happy makes him happy in turn, it’s just what he strives for, don’t matter to him if the reason is minuscule or not.

22 - What does your character like in other people?

Matthias can very well like anybody as long as their intentions are good and true like the Scions. People who are nice to him (and don’t pull a uno reverse card like a jackass) also usually win his favor.

24 - How quick is your character to trust someone else?

In the very beginning Matthias was too trusting, he was willing to trust anyone as long as they gave him a crumb of attention, an unfortunate side-effect of having been emotionally neglected by his own father for the past five years along with being shut in his own house with nobody else to talk to. Of course, after getting hurt one too many times, Matthias has learnt not to let people in so easily, and unfortunately this also means those who only wish to help him and have zero ill intentions at all. :(

30 - What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

If there’s anything Matthias happens to be repulsed by, I think its being surrounded by (sometimes overly) sexualized things/topics, which is understandable due to the fact that he was born and raised in Ishgard. So to put it in perspective, he’s not repulsed by sex itself because he’s had it a few times (Haurchefant and Eaulvoix), but it would be more like standing in the Beehive in Eulmore --- Matthias absolutely hated getting on its stage and hasn’t re-entered the place since.

This sounds ironic given his status as a Warrior of Light, but Matthias is not a fan of gore, the sight of his own blood sometimes makes him nauseated and he would prefer to be knocked out if he has horrendous injury. This distress stems from his obvious violent nightmares, especially the one where he is forced to watch the carnage of the Palamecian Genocide over and over (also something he can’t be blamed for).

[holyxvi]

@breatheflcra​ whispered:   Bonks him kindly, but sternly.    ||   unprompted.

He becomes very dramatic in response, throwing his head back and with a hand clutched to his chest --- all the while a sigil goes alight beneath Hikari’s feet. Again.

[holyxvi]

@box-of-characters​ whispered:  Takumi: *sneakily reaches out and takes a hold of the man's hand* ◟(ˊᵕ ˋ ^)))≫彡

He’s startled, and the urge to pull away is strong, but with that urgency is also the yearning for physical contact, no matter how little. Perhaps he could let his slide, just for a little while.

[holyxvi]

[holyxvi]

@box-of-characters​ whispered:   28, 31 and 47! \o/   ||   mun meme monday.

28. What is your favourite season?

Spring and Summer, both offer high chances of rain and I am a Slut for rain.

31. What is your favourite food?

Flamin’ Hot Funyuns.....I wish I had some right now.

47. What Pokémon type would you associate yourself with if you were a gym leader?

Dark types maybe, one of my all time favorite dark types is Darkrai so why not.

[holyxvi]

@toghairm​ whispered:   TELL ME YOUR HOBBIES. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE SONG RIGHT NOW? and then 51; my choice. DO YOU MILK THEN CERAL OR CERAL THEN MILK. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW.   ||   mun meme monday.

Hobbies include but also limited to: drawing, video games, staring at nothing for 5 hours and wondering where the day went. I realize “lost media” and “urban-exploration” are more of an interest but you’re getting them anyway.

I have many favorite songs right now. This includes “Light the Lanterns” and the whole album of Panchiko’s D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L.

Cereal then milk. You’re a vile monster if you do it the other way around. /s

[holyxvi]

@box-of-characters​ whispered:   Don't ask him how or where he got it, but Takumi has big smile on his face as he holds out a melon that's been wrapped in a nice little bow. (´▿ ` ^)))≫彡   //   12/17 Happy Birthday.

[ ♛ ] –  Where in heaven’s name....?

An aloof expression had turned into one of surprise, confusion. Both mountain and desert were bereft of such a fruit, only to be seen in the possession of passing merchants ( usually for ludicrous prices, no less ). Not a lot had been known about it aside from what outsiders would tease Palamecians with, Mateus only holding the knowledge that they came in different sizes and even colors --- so for a poor country such as Palamecia and what Takumi was, how did he manage to procure such an item?

"H...How?” The question comes off shyly as Mateus takes the melon from the merman, inspecting it closely. Having never held one before, it was understandable that the blonde would be a little awestruck by it.

[holyxvi]

Anonymous whispered:   Hey you're wonderful!  Really you are!  I love the amount of love and depth you pour into Mateus.  I've been on this hellsite long enough and seen so many other Mateus come and go but yours just sticks with me and leaves an impression.  You are by far my favorite.

[holyxvi]

@cygnimonos​​ whispered:  "I can't say I agree with your methods, but I admire your goals and dreams. It's not an easy thing to do, to chase after something that seems so impossible. Yet here you are doing just that. I can only hope that at the end of your journey you find everything you were looking for and can look back and feel proud of what you've done and live without regrets."

[ ♛ ] –  “God lives with many regrets, foolish girl.” Lavenders narrow their gaze upon Cygnus, “A tale rife with strife and misfortune, none would begin to be able to understand it if he were to ever tell it, much less care.”

It sounded awfully snobbish to say, but the Emperor felt that it was true, given the cards he’d been continually dealt throughout this life, being treated more like a vile animal than human. While perhaps Koda understood the intention behind her words, Mateus saw nothing but red. He tried being proud once, endless attempts to ignore scrutiny as he began to take the world into his own hands, getting his rightful revenge for what he had been made to go through.

How redundant it was, however, when all the transgressions against Palamecia had been forgotten, and instead people pointed fingers and proclaimed Mateus as the monster. Little mattered to them, not the genocide that took away his uncle and countless others, not the racism, not his near death experience with protecting Hilda that left a permanent impact on his spine.

None of it mattered, outsiders could do no wrong after-all, it was all of the Palamecian’s fault. All God wanted was the world to end their torment against a nation that did nothing to them, but he even failed at that.

Clenching his fists, nails beginning to cut into the skin, it became difficult for the Emperor to regain his composure. The rebellion might have failed in felling him, but he failed to get the justice he and his people rightfully deserved. There was no goals, nothing to chase, not even death would allow him any sort of permanent escape from this Hell. How he envied and loathed humanity from the outside.

“There’s nothing to be proud of, God failed in his endeavors.”