#Kivera lore

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Kivera notes

Endwalker spoilers in here for 6.1′s Alliance raid.

Kivera actually likes Nald’Thal in regards of underworld deities. She aligns fast to Etheirys’ Traders as a decent trade among her normal for Pluto and Kore. 

Kivera guided Kiya in trusting into being a black mage for being faithful to Ul’Dah and giving her a little push with the need for uncovering hidden truths. The same thirst for knowledge she herself possesses.

But when it comes to the underworld, Kivera is first a teacher to the living of life’s flow and guides the dead. She still does not like white mages or any of the classes that can raise the dead, she may turn an eye on the field before someone’s soul tears through the ether itself.

Those that perform the magic after someone has been lain to rest, rites have been done. She’s merciless on necromancers and liches for it. 

Her opinions on seeing the Traders for the first time, she is impressed that they use scales much like Ma’at from Egypt. To her it was like the first time she fought against Chiron, kept on her toes and invigorating.

She implores the same methods of making choice champions fight against her to prove they’re able to keep going, she doesn’t always claim souls if they still have fight and manage to either persuade her or they impact her in some way.

Kivera can loom over head with her scythe ready, but instead of delivering a final blow, she’ll hold it out towards them as a reminder of how close they came to meeting their end.

She took a liking after a while to Ardbert for his tenacity and Estinien for his strong will despite being trapped in the mind of Nidhogg for so long. 

She’ll always be faithful to the underworld no matter what realm or world she is in. Their laws and limits she adopts in reverence. She guards the doors to her world fiercely while maintaining the limits and respects of the plains she travels in.

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Let's start a Tumblr trend! How would your muse(s) send a bouquet to flirt with someone using Floriography? It can be an NPC or a fellow RPer!

All right, some are gonna be NPCs, some will be RP partners. Prepare, it's gonna be a long post under the cut:

Thancred: Shuri would secretly leave a bouquet of yellow acacia, canterbury bell, pink carnation, and cyclamen. The floral meaning behind the bouquet is that the yellow acacia signifying Shuri's secret (well, not-so secret to the other Scions) love for Thancred, the canterbury bell signifying Shuri's gratitude toward Thancred in being her first experience with feeling love, the pink carnation for her to never forget her first love and first heartbreak, and cyclamen is signify her goodbye (or letting him go).

Estinien: Estinien's bouquet would consist of fluer de lis, furze, heliotrope, coral honeysuckle, ivy. Estinien's bouquet would be reminiscent of Shuri's on their wedding day, only to include a single red rose to signify his love for her. The fluer de lis signifies the burning flames the she feels toward Estinien, furze to love him for all occasions, heliotrope signifying their faith and devotion to one another, coral honeysuckle to say the words they often say to one another (I love you), and ivy for their wedded love.

Ardbert: Ardbert's bouquet would be ipomaca, yellow iris, myrtle, phlox, prince's feather, coral honeysuckle as well, and rose (tea). Considering Shuri's current WoL lore, Ardbert's absence even after her fight with Elidibus causes her immense grief. However, the bouquet still signifies her feelings for the Warrior of Darkness and she leaves them against a memorial shrine she and Estinien made. The ipomaca signifies the attachment to him, even with their souls united; the yellow iris for Ardbert's passion for his friends and loved ones; myrtle because when he was home, he had upmost love and duty to protect his family; phlox to acknowledge the merging of their souls being one; prince's feather is Shuri's unfading love for Ardbert, even with his physical presence being gone; coral honeysuckle with the same meaning as Estinien's; rose (tea) to remember him always, especially with the youngest child, Ysayle, looking more like him every day.

(RP PARTNER) Kivera: Kivera's bouquet from Shuri would consist of peach blossom, ranunculus, rose-of-sharon, assorted roses, and lily of the valley. The peach blossom symbolizing how Shuri is captive by the reaper, heart and soul; ranunculus for Kivera's radiance and charm; rose-of-sharon for not only Shuri's consuming love for Kivera, but Kivera's for Shuri; assorted color of roses to show that Kivera means everything to Shuri; and lily of the valley for Kivera's happiness.

(RP PARTNER) Vhaso'a: Vhaso'a's bouquet would consist of lavender, lungwort, milk vetch, phlox, assorted colors of roses, tulip, and wolfbane. So as the mun and I develop Shuri and Vha's relationship, I definitely think the bouquet would have these flowers (and I also think Vha would give Shuri a bouquet and be surprised if he gets one from her). While both are polyamorous, they are absolutely in love and devoted to each other--and that's the meaning behind the lavender; the lungwort signifies that Vhaso'a is a great presence in Shuri's life and that, in essence, he is her life; milk vetch works both ways for them--Shuri softens Vhaso'a's pain and in turn, he softens hers; phlox is the belief they share that they were lovers in former lives and their souls are forever connected; the assorted colors of roses, of course, having the same meaning with Kivera: that he is everything to her; the tulip conveying the love and passion the Xaela has for the Keeper; and wolfbane for the chivalry/knight meaning, as Vhaso'a is immensely protective of Shuri, but also a gentleman with her as well.

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The items Kivera uses.

Personal items.

Weapon - Antares

Her scythe is made from her heart, she had bargained with Hades and Hesphastus for a a weapon that she can utilize, that won’t break, that she can also manipulate at will. The only candidate material was her own heart, to fit into the story of how Antares is the heart of Scorpius. This began a unique relationship one she first awoken her weapon. Fitted with an orb to collect the spirits of those departed it will act as a beacon for them emitting a glow whenever she sets foot onto.

Antares acts as a conduit for her abilities, metal for fire, direction of where she cleaves the air and sends powerful attacks. The two attacks Kivera’s circle knows her for are, domed sphere, and Angel’s destruction. Antares is centered in both. Kivera creates a dome and from the sky rains lightning and fire before she embeds Antares into the ground. Kivera will stand on top of her weapon a very small space under the arch of her blade is safe to stand as she creates explosions within the sphere. Divinity remembers the heat off the ability, while Aiden has seen it first hand under the safe space of the blade. When he had earned her ire on him, and they had fought hard enough for her to leave the ground they fought on changed forever.

Kivera’s ultimate ability is one she only uses when a realm will end. Reserved for dead stars, and realms where there is nothing left after the last living creature has breathed its last. She used it in Amaurot, when the world was overrun by doom beasts, when it was to be sundered for a new life. Ordained by fate, and one she carried out even when the world still had a chance. She performs it the same, the world dies out slowly, till all that is left is parasites and despair. She strips the world of all its layers till a connection between heaven and hell is made. Kivera laments before striking the ground with Antares to send a shockwave out. One that no one sees, since there is nothing left to witness this ability. 

Kivera had shown this once to those she trusts, the capabilities along with a warning. “Should your star start to dim it’s light. So too will I be made to do this.”

Ferrymen’s boat -

Kivera ferries souls off herself, she is in charge of those meant for Purgatory. She guides them to the shores, and leads them to their sections to live out their sentences. The boat she uses, is high walled, to prevent those in it from touching Styx. She furthers this with casting a spiraling flame around it that moves as they travel. If going to Paradise and drawn by Aiden or Chiron, Kivera will sit on a rutter to steer it leaning a little too close to the water on turns. She doesn’t use it often with her gift of flight, but occasionally does.

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Some spoilers in Shadowbringers.

“I have seen many in my years give unto Greed. I’ve seen kings, leaders, anyone in a position of power overcome with it the moment they come into wealth or power. It is always the same. That is why in hell, those that suffer greed are tossed in boiling oil, but of the finest oil they would ever experience. How it is unexpected to come across a being that is not just one but three sins in one.”

 “He was Greed, He was Gluttony, and He was Pride. He ruled Eulmore with an iron fist, he was judge, jury, and executioner. He was akin to them as a God. He was a God. Yet they all meet the same fate. Too blinded in their greed and pride to see Death right before them.”

 These kinds of souls disgust me, they remind me of Bathory, and her ability to hold power over anyones head, she had many “banquets” where those of nobility could do whatever they wanted to a young woman. As long as they didn’t tamper with their blood. Precious blood, for that was her property.”

 He reminds me of the higher seraphim... too set in his ways to see his own folly, the sin eaters remind me of dominions and cherubs. Monstrous in their forms, but no sin to be found for they were eaters. Much like myself, I too am a sin eater, I eat the souls of the far too damned to be redeemed. Yet I would never consume that much to where I become grotesque and lose myself.” 

“Angels are just heavenly monsters, much like demons, but with more restrictions than the free will demons possess. I seldom wonder what his final thoughts were in his dying moments. Greed is as powerful as Gluttony, both can’t exist though without the other.” Kivera - Greed and Gluttony. Seven Sins Theme.

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2. Doppelganger.

Warnings - character death.

small cameo for @snow-covered-moon ‘s Shuri.

Kivera rarely made promises to others, but the times she does she carries them out. She remembers that night so vivid in Amaurot when she had assumed her role as angel of destruction. A star was dying and she helped laid it to rest, she followed everything down to what she was suppose to do.

Yet when she happened upon a young woman who had been tossed from a building by one of the beasts, holding a book, looking through it for a favorite passage. She took a personal mercy on her, Hecate was her name. She didn’t fit the normal of the rest around her, timid and buried herself in the world of books. 

Hecate didn’t experience a full life, always dreaming of what “could” be instead of living it. She dismissed the people assigned to her, she wanted to follow her own path for love. Just like the book she clung to.

“Do you want a second chance?” Kivera offered her a rare opportunity, something she never does is spare souls. Yet this one struck something in her, reminding her of her own time when all she sought was solace away from a literal hell.

“If you agree, you will have no memory of this place, not a single moment will be remembered even if you were to find your way back near here or remnants.” Kivera saw Hecate’s eyes light up at not remembering Zodiarks missions, remembering all the things related to war and death. 

“I don’t want to remember this place.. you’re certain?” Kivera leans on her scythe, she regards her highly now as someone non-resistant to change.

“Not a single moment. I promise. Do you want your name to carry over?” Kivera thumbs through a mental index of names she has, settling on the one she currently went by. 

“Then I accept these conditions, I don’t want the name Hecate. I want nothing to remain of this dying world.” Kivera kneels down to Hecate and presses her forehead to hers sharing not only a soothing moment but part of her own essence to her. 

“Then I give you my name, Kiya. Now rest.” Kivera takes the book Hecate has gently from her. Her eyes skimming over the passage to understand why she chose to look at it in her final moments.

“You are mine, and I am thine, and no power on earth shall make it otherwise.” Kivera collects the book for herself, as she sits down letting Hecate use her lap to rest her head on. Kivera chooses benevolence with her rather than violence. 

With simple touch on her head, Kivera begins to leech her life out, something she has done to others who earned this kind of death a gentle one. Hecate was far too gravelly injure to be moved to somewhere more fitting. So Kivera sits with her much like she did for Sera, and like Damien. 

Hecate had drifted to sleep, to her death, never feeling pain beyond a dull headache. Kivera collects her spirit like she has others to send back to the aether. To Hydaelyn who wanted her.

The next time she encountered Hecate now Kiya was after her exchange with Thordan. Kiya looked at her with such fear, her own appearance was similar to Kivera’s. It didn’t make sense to her, Kivera only gives her a brief glance before she disappears from her. 

The third time she encountered her was during her travel to The First. She had taken something from her then, she still does not recall what Kivera took. But she also gained something, a stronger will.

“Look at this world as I would, and do not let them pursuade you with false ideals. Darkness is a blessing as much as light. You chose to be a black mage of your own, now use that power.” Everytime Kiya was on the brink of death she met Kivera. Not understanding her until she sought her out in Amaurot, her friends were remembering their former lives. Yet she couldn’t remember a speck of it.

“Please, tell me?” Kivera sighs.

“You can’t remember. It will undo the magic that protects you from a harsh reality.” Kiya looks up at her hovering in place.

“Why is it so bad to remember?” Kiya had kneeled down low in front of Kivera.

“You don’t want to remember a dying world, the soul that you were formerly made a pact with me to never remember it. I will honor her wishes over your desire to remember. Go home to your husband and live a calm life for that child within you.” Kivera left her without telling her a shred of that life, keeping her word as much as it pained her to see her distraught now.

“The memories of the dead are always to be respected. My small doppelganger the truth would hurt you.”

Kivera does hand her a book, the one she kept from Hecate, returning it to its owner. With the highlighted passage she loved marked with a white feather.

At the back of the book was the only thing she told Kiya of. Her former name. Hecate. A message scribed by Kivera from that night.

“You may not understand it when you are handed this book now. This was your favorite, you clung to it even as you died. You died with a smile on your face, the life you led before was unfulfilling, a woman who dreamed of love, but never experienced it, a woman who will go on to experience what this life didn’t. There is an agreement in place, you can’t remember or your life will end. It is a law of the underworld. All you need to know is you will be protected until I know it is the end.” Kivera. Kiya hugs the book to herself accepting the conditions all over again, all that Kivera can tell her without directly saying it.

“I’ll go home.” When she first arrived back to Ishgard after what felt like months in The First, she was first to spy Aymeric, and ran to him. She realized that the memories of an old life was not worth the chance of losing everything she gained. Even as she clung to her new life as he hugged her back.

Kivera gave Kiya much more than what she realized while taking away one thing. The last memory of Hecate in her soul that could be sparked. The memory of the book in her arms, so she can experience it new.

Kivera now sits a few feet away from Shuri and Estinien. The other reason Kivera didn’t want Kiya to remember, was she didn’t want to see Kiya broken in mind the way Shuri was after losing two pieces of her soul from Ardbert and Lilith.

She hopes she has done the right things, even if it means taking over for Kiya. After all she is a means to an end.

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“The Azem I met was named Hecates. She aspired to just read and know stories. Hermes once gave her a book she could never put down. She held it to her dying breath. I took an interest in her gave her another shot at a fairytale ending. She rose through ranks similar to my own. I even gave her my name... So Hecate could rest peacefully, while Kiya chased her own path. I’m glad her path led to happiness. The Azem of that old, knew to love and how to love. That I never took from her. Just her memories. Memories meant to never be remembered. Of old gloomy days. She’s changed for better from that scared girl on the rooftop. Married her own prince even. And wicked in fire like I am.” Kivera, On Kiya/Hecate’s transition.

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Memories

This follows 5.3 lore. So if you are not caught up in it, avoid this story please.

Spoilers.

Aymeric x Kiya. 

Characters - Kivera, Aymeric, Kiya, Mentions of the polyship with Shuri. @maiden-born-in-snow​

Kiya had to have answers, about what her life was. When she explained what she had learned to Aymeric, he only embraced her. His feelings did not change at all, learning her life before. 

The question was, what was her life before she was brought to The Source. She had approached Divinity, with questions the Libra spirit could not answer. 

“I’m sorry, those are questions for Kivera. I can’t talk about them, without her around, or in general because it might break taboo.” Divinity answered enough to explain. Kiya had more questions, but the Libra spirit smiles.

“She’ll be glad to answer you though. I think you earned to know.” Divinity then goes into the house she shares with the rest. To talk to the reaper. She was found cocooned in her wings. Divinity pets her black wing then right to have her rouse up.

“Hm?”

“Kiya, wants to know. Ever since she has learned where she came from. She feels lost.” Kivera sits up at this and knew eventually she would have to explain and maybe give her a glimpse of her former life. Kivera dresses in a flash of her magic and wanders out to greet the miqo. Kivera softens her eyes seeing her.

“I’ll answer everything tonight. I do have a requirement though, to pray to your deity at both statues. I’ll meet you at Thal’s around midnight.” Kivera had to give a condition, before she opened up doors. 

Kiya nods and sets about the trip for the spots in Thanalan. Kivera watches her teleport, and folds her arms under her chest while Divinity hugs her from behind. 

“You’re getting better at not denying others.” Kivera shrugs Divinity off only to be snared by her and lifted up to be carried at her waist with a few flails from her.

“I swear you chose that form so you can do this!” 

“Maybe, I also like how some outfits look. But lifting you and Shuri has become a favorite. I see why Ardbert, and Estinien enjoy it the same. How do you think she’ll take the information?” Divinity sits with Kivera starting to pet her head, fingers weaving into dark hair.

“She’ll take it like anyone who has had their memories taken. She’ll be confused. However, it benefitted this realm greatly. Having memories of your life before can end up causing conflict. What if she had remembered what her calling was. Even with her defecting their cause. It only took a stray thought and this world would have died.” Divinity nods her head as she listens. They’ve witnessed realms that died, together. Worlds, and dimensions. Kivera being their reaper, she’s seen the grief on her face when faced with dying worlds.

“You did a good thing.” Divinity sits with her overlooking The Mist’s shores.

“You think so?”

“Your bits of interferences have helped. I know you guided her hand against that necromancer. I’ve seen you angry before, but to channel that through her? Preventing liches and catastrophes from them. I know you do good. Even if the world scorns you for what you do.” Kivera thinks Divinity’s words over, and sees a glimpse of the woman who she sat with on the burning pyre return her gentleness. The first and only time they had touched in the physical realm was Divinity’s own death.

“I think someone who takes away someone’s suffering as they burned to death isn’t someone to be hated.” Divinity adds on. Kivera shifts her form a bit to the one she keeps hidden under the disguises. 

“You do have a way with words, you’ve been hanging around Ardbert a little much.” Kivera comments, and is met with another smile.

“He’s full of insights. Still doesn’t know in depth of what we are and what we do. We’ve let him glimpse our pasts, but not our reasons.” Divinity hears Kivera sigh and feels her nod against her shoulder.

“Eventually. For now, I need to right one who doesn’t know herself.” Kivera disentangles herself from Divinity and goes about to prepare her end of giving some memories back. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” Divinity offers.

“Nah, This is best done by myself. Keep Shuri comfortable.” Kivera goes back into the house to gather things she needs.

Kiya had returned to Ishgard to tell Aymeric she will be home late. She is met with a soft smile and him wishing her to stay safe. Kiya got lost in his eyes when he coaxed her to join him for a little enjoyment in his office. 

When she returned to her home, she found a box left on the bed from Kivera. 

“Wear this at the statue of Thal, I’ll know when you have completed the prayers.” Kiya sets off and goes to Nald’s Respite statue first. She kneels before the statue in prayer and respect. 

One of the few things she and Aymeric don’t cross is their beliefs. He remains devoted to Halone, while she is faithful to hers in Nald’Thal. She had long since remained faithful to him before she met Aymeric. Such being the way Black Mage are. Instilled from Thaumaturges guild’s teaching. 

Kiya stops before she approaches the final statue, and dons the unique attire. She looks herself over in the reflection of water. Her hair worn down in the way Kivera instructed her to wear it. Kivera nods once she sees her exactly how she wants the mage to look.

“Good, now the memories. I apologize for taking those. They were payment for revival. There is a unique balance to keep in the underworld. While you can be spared from a fate, something does need to be taken to cushion it. It’s a bit complicated.” Kivera begins with telling her about the exchange.

“I’ve come to terms with that part.. it’s trying to remember a part of you..” Kiya begins and Kivera nods.

“I understand that. I’ll give you the chance to see and know that former self. I do however want to pose a question. Aren’t you happy with the way things are now?” Kivera asks, and sees Kiya’s eyes light up.

 “I am happy with how things are, yet I want to know.” Kivera smiles and steps back to give her, at least her name. Her voice coming out as a double echo.

“Solaris. Ricorda.” It is a simple phrase, and one that has her remembering. Everything up to the fall of the star of the 14th. How she chose to leave, how she witnessed the last days, she had fallen the creature Therion. From there plucked from the aether by Hydaelyn and given a new life. Her form itself she couldn’t recall except like every other Amourtine. She notices her own appearance resembles the reaper before her, slightly altered. Then every memory from there on was what she knew.

“My form, that was your doing?” Kivera nods.

“Just a smidge of my likeness. But everything else is all your own. Memories, friends, loved ones, children, those you’ve protected, those you’ve lost. The memories you have now, those you fought for. If you had remembered that former life, would you have followed the same path as now?” Kivera questions, and moves to press her forehead to Kiya’s. A simple gesture.

“We’ll never know that answer, for it didn’t happen.” Kiya smiles though in her answer. She knows. Kivera knows. They can’t rewind the time. Not with what they’ve done already.

“Do you have any regrets?” Kivera asks.

“No, none. Just glad to know my name. Solaris. If I have any more children, it might fit for a son maybe.” Kivera places a finger over her own lips as hers are sealed.

“I can’t tell you anything more. You should get back to your husband now.” Kiya eyes her wearily, then shakes her head. Kivera takes her home, and Kiya takes the offered hand.

“Is it true you have such a dislike for people that raise the dead?” Kiya asks, and Kivera glances to her.

“You felt my rage right? At that necromancer? That is your answer. There is no good from people who raise the dead for their own means. They start innocent, but quickly lose themselves to madness. Like your friend Edda, whose scythe you wear so proudly on your back. Or those that have stained Tam-tara deep with their ill magic. You’ve seen their madness. What it does. Such in Dusk Vigil with the frozen in time soldiers who were kept alive through ill magic too.” Kiya nods.

“Underworld beings, such as myself are death bringers. We obey that. Anything that abhors that nature shouldn’t be celebrated. The acolytes, the white mages, those that have the blessing to revive someone who freshly fell before the soul leaves. They’re different, but even they can’t revive what is truly lost to the aether. I’m sure if you take the white robes you would understand more in depth to that difference. But those who use bodies are defilers and need to be ended.” Kiya nods at the end of her words. Kivera stays with Kiya till she is on the steps to her home with Aymeric.

Aymeric stands in the doorway, he waited for his love to be returned to him. He regards the ethereal being with a look of reverence. Kivera flits out like smoke as if she was never there. Kiya turns to Aymeric and is guided under his arm inside, to get much rest and spend the night better with him. It has been a few months after Alyse came into the world, and Edmont took their daughter to give the two a night to themselves.

So Kiya could get answers about herself. 

Kivera returns to her lovers. She makes a face to herself as the spots next to Divinity and Shuri was taken up by Ardbert. Leaving the space between Shuri and Estinien open. She opts for that spot, not without first planting ice cold hands on Estinien’s back. The dragoon jolts from the cold, but only eyes Kivera and pulls her between him and Shuri. Letting her wrap her arms around her and pulling her closer.

“ Non desidero mai prendere nessuna delle vostre anime.” She murmurs a protection spell. 

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Kivera - Character Lore.

With her nature, she has an ability whenever she sets foot in any domain or realm to change the atmosphere of the space she is in. Part of her interdimensional being as altering that space and time to her benefit. She sees a web of threads from a source or the ties of bonds.  She follows unique ones and will look at their lives. Kivera can see ones past and their end upon meeting them. If she is summoned, she always tosses out two main conditions of meeting with her.

“One may not ask about matters pertaining to their fate.”

“And one may not ask about the matters of the underworld.” 

Ignorance is bliss around her. She will spare kind souls the knowledge of their pending deaths. She will unleash harsh truths of those who tamper with forbidden subjects with necromancy or raising the dead.

She does not obey every call for her. She ignores certain ones, and will only appear to ones who have truly wronged worlds. Or are trying to use her for their own means. 

Kivera is Purgatory’s keeper and acts as best like a fury or erinyes. She makes judgements based on the lives they have led and whether or not they need to face retribution. She carries out her role without hesitation. 

Misguided souls earn little empathy from her depending what they have done in their lives. Kivera does not overlook necromancy of any form. She also despises tomb defilement since it gives unrest to the dead. She’s often around places of burial or finds robbers to retrieve items that were taken. 

How one can know she is around is the scent of burning cloves in the air, or what smells like wood smoke/fire in the area. She uses it as a cleanse of the area and to deter foul spirits or beasts of her domain.

With her nature and being she can alter any space for good or worse. She’ll stand off to the side if she can’t interfere, if she can she will actively work against whatever is opposing or tip a balance if she finds injustice.

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Creator things

Dunno, but I feel this is a good platform, I also generally don’t care if people leave after any of my vents, but more to that thing about the leaks.

I am still in Lesson 22. If that says anything. I am technically still learning alot about each of the characters, their personalities, and what they bring for the story itself.

I know enough about certain points IN the story, but I am not “THERE” yet. I can know an outcome, but for me it is always the “getting there” that matters most to me. What choices do I make regarding an interaction with a character and how it might reflect later means alot to me in a sense.

I like stories that have different ways to get to their endings, but what matters is my initial choice in that moment. I’ll go back and see another option, but for me, my main choices I make are what are solid for me.

So... I really hate leaks. I hate unofficial notifications on stuff, or basically spoilers. I HATE them. I have to avoid spoilers for two games now because I don’t like second hand knowledge on them because I want to experience them. Like.. for ff14 I’ll be making tags specifically to block spoilers but for an expansion it kind of is what it is, some are gonna power through the entirety of the game, while others like me will take their time leveling and enjoying the story.

For spoilers I am reminded of when 5.3 was released and how one person I use to follow, the patch wasn’t LIVE yet for NA server and ugh... I had critical game changing things spoiled for me before I had a chance to play it myself.

I unfollowed this person, they used a unique tag, and they did it for clout. So that person is permanently blocked because of that.

So easy to say I really hate spoilers of any kind. They go against alot for creators who learn things in order to create story content for what we write of a series.

It’s like taking everything that someone has been waiting for, for months and then ruining it. Like you know the old leaks regarding HP and a pivotal point of that story arc.

Some people want to experience the stories as they’re released, and not have everything spoiled off the bat when information passes through their hands. Don’t do that... 

There are a few people for Obey Me! who post without fail any new leak or content that they manage to get their hands on. And alot of it untagged so those who wish to avoid the spoilers can’t. The same way there are still people who wish to see the anime without spoiled content because the developers and creators work hard on the series to bring it to us for all of us at the same time. 

My blogs are spoiler free except for some of the devilgrams I hint to. I do try to be vague as possible and not talk directly about them or write about them. Because there are those who don’t have them. But for the most part, everything else you read on my writing blog here is 100% original concepts I come up with. I don’t get inspired much from other people, if I do, I will always highlight my inspiration. 

I might take back what I said about one side of content I won’t write on, and touch a request sent to me because I feel comfortable to touch it now. Or I might do one better and forward it to another writer who might be able to write it and do it justice.

Just I always feel a little skeptic on my ability to write religious concepts because I’m Pagan... and I left that side a long time ago. But anyway.

My blogs, both of them, are spoiler free from actual story content.

Everything I bring and create is usually all my own. I will relate what is shadowbringer content and endwalker content. for my ff14 content... but for the most part in ff14 it’s all been my angel Kivera. She’s spoiler free unless you follow her actual lore. (I need to actually write her stories. But she rarely gets notice.)

I won’t share unofficial knowledge, and I hope many who follow me will respect those feelings too. I won’t discuss official names, images, leaks at all until they’ve been officially released. 

But this might make the developers tweak some things last minute too.

So for obey me, please respect the developers and creators in not sharing that information on the new characters. Otherwise I might ban/block people from viewing this blog for sharing that stuff.

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Character changes for Kiya

I’m going to be doing some new themes for Kiya soon. As pre-patch 5.4 and following her lore with Kivera. I’ll be changing her appearance a bit and well.. those that have been following her development will enjoy my steps into some different territories.

I have always prided myself in being different from the norm. But that works for me, with Hecate, I feel Kiya’s memories being suppressed is a interesting thing to play around with in story. Could also provide angst if I want to tread that category, but things that will be. Heterochromia. One eye will be lighter in green, markings will come back, and skintone will be a bit darker. (all that sun vacations she takes with Aymeric.)

Part of the hiatus I took was to figure out the direction to take their relationship (since I pretty much wrote almost every kind of scenario beyond exhibitionism and dabbling into stuff I’m not ready to write.)

I’m also opening up archer for Kiya. I have something cute in mind for her.

That is all~

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Divinity

So I am going to be making her into an actual character. She will be a conjurer/WHM. But I am going to have fun with the lore behind her, already am.

Divinity - Star spirit of Libra.

 Alive during the Salem witch trials persecution. She and her father practiced medicine on the outside of a small town. The manner of their practice, others thought to be of witchcraft. Divinity had befriended the reaper Kivera before her death. Kivera had taken a special liking to her, she was only 18 before her death. 

One morning when her father was out hunting for herbs he needed, their home was raided by a mob and Divinity was dragged out to a stake pyre in the middle of town. There she was burned alive after being labelled a witch.

 Kivera distraught watching her mortal friend burning, after the ropes that tied her to the stake burned. Divinity was resting on the reaper's lap. Kivera simply petted her head till she drew her last breath granting her a lone wish of seeing the reaper smile, and to protect her father. Divinity wanted the last sight she had even in death to be the smile of a gentle death. A wish even after Divinity became the spirit of Libra kept. 

After Divinity's death, her father happened upon the mob and seen how his daughter had died pushed him into a madness where he had made a deal with the lich Vanth to bring his daughter back. Kivera refused to give up the soul for that purpose and was chased. 

The persecution reminded her of her own death at Bathory's hands how she was dragged to the center of a blood hungry mob and killed for her blood. After years of her life in the Underworld, Divinity approached Kivera and asked if she could release her soul to live a new life. Kivera was surprised by this and though she didn't want to see her friend hurt again. She let her go to a realm she thought to be safe. Divinity for the first time in ages saw the light of sun, and smiles setting on a path to caravan for Gridania.