#aeniqmata

[steed-of-waloed]

@aeniqmata started following you

"Oh, is the little king baring is fangs. Such a amusing little pup you are, Mythos~" The young Lord Commander smirked playfully at the growling mad Shield before him. A pity, he was devastatingly handsome. But alas, a vessel was a vessel.

"Have care where you point your blade, pup...lest my Liege guides his own through you in turn~"

[spiinsparks]

fire and starlight  / do not reblog 

unless you’re @ironbonds /  @aeniqmata​

[tenebriism]

SONIC, come get your little TWIN TAILED TAGALONG. This ULTIMATE LIFEFORM has things to DO, and places to BE, and he will NOT be guilt tripped for keeping it MOVING.

[infulaen]

`* @aeniqmata 's Clive accessed The Thousand Tomes! *

"THE ONE WITH MANY NAMES but a singular, true soul. It must be exhausting to be dictated who you are, who you have been to others. Care to take a respite among olden writings? Do you mind the musings of eld?"

[txnichtgut-archive]

🦊

how intimidating am i / available

bites you. oh please, you know i am just a baby potato that rarely ever finds time to hold a full conversation... :c life's so busy, i miss our ships and threads :c

[galaxofmuses]

aeniqmata

" NO LOOKING BACK. YOU AND I WE'RE ON THE ATTACK. " ( tails )

“ FULL SPEED AHEAD!  RUNNING TO THE SUNSET!” 

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continuation from here with @aeniqmata

She did not expect that kind of healing coming from the man who saved her. He expected him to be more of a soldier. Especially given the reactions of those who had been harassing her. But after her admitting to have a few scratches, some sort of power…some sort of magic surrounded her. Although she was a bit hesitant to let it interfere with her, it felt nice. Not only the healing spell around her, but also being cared of. She sat there silently waiting for him to finish and merely enjoying the fact of observing him.

Byleth’s explanation of what that place was confused Nunnally. Then probably she should not have been there. He should not have taken her there.

“I…I don’t think I should be here…I…I could only bring troubles to you and that is not how I would like to repay for your kindness.” – she stated seriously, but did not add any explanation of why something like that might be happening.

She was trying to force herself to stand up and leave, but she did not move. Truth to be told, Nunnally enjoyed the company of the man in front of. He was not too talkative, perhaps many would not call him friendly, but Byleth made her feel safe. After all, she did not have a place to go. Now when she thought about it, she did not know how she ended up there and how. She was trying to find an excuse to stay, to ask him some questions, to keep the conversation going: --

“And who are you? What do you do in this place?”    

[lionheartedscout]

For the Munday Meme - Everyone has some plots they'd like to write, or relationships they would like to explore. What are some that you would like to try and what muses would you like to try them with?

For Munday, anonymously ask the mun something you want to know about them, their portrayal, or what they will/won’t write. @aeniqmata

//Thank you for the question friend!!! Honestly, I think it would be fun to explore some of the earlier relationships Gav had before we first meet him, like with Cid, Charon, Goetz, or even Mid since we don't see a whole lot of interaction between them. Or maybe some fun interactions with the Cursebreakers since the scouts really look up to him.

As for some plot stuff, I'd be interested in exploring some of the stuff that happened during the five year time skip and maybe beyond. (potential spoilers below)

Since we don't really see the aftermath of the attack of the first Hideaway, I'd be down to explore the ramifications of what happened afterwards. How did Gav react when he heard/saw that Cid was dead? What was their journey like to find the second Hideaway? What was it like to settle in, rebuild, and figure out the layout of each section? Just little things like that.

And, of course, I'm always interested in writing some post-game stuff. Whether we stick to canon or go for an AU, I feel like any route we take would be an interesting one, a like of 'what ifs' we can explore. The sky's the limit lmaooo.

[needlenxggin]

I'm going to fight all three of you stOP

[asterisque-arch]

@aeniqmata

"The sayin' is 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away' Therion and I'm no doctor, I'm an apothecary, now show me that wound and stop throwin' apples my way!"

Or he'll eat them all, again, as revenge!

[flametruths]

@aeniqmata begins their tale!

Exploration was all well and good, in moderation. Temenos, however, wasn’t exactly enthralled with the idea of a several-day-long hike with no particular destination. That sounded like far to much walking for something unlikely to bear any fruit.

And still, wander he had. Only, the area had stopped seeming at all familiar. He was fairly certain that he’d visited the towns that were supposed to be in this region, but they didn’t appear to be well... anywhere! He wasn’t sure exactly where “Riverford” was supposed to be, but he was definitely lost. Was this not precisely where Ku should found? Yet, instead of desert sands there were stone buildings. Were his navigational skills really so poor? How embarrassing. Best not let anyone else find that out.

He paused briefly, taking in the area around him, before deciding that he was indeed, completely and irrovocably, lost. At least, he was fairly certain, until something caught his attention. Or perhaps more precisely, someone. A familiar flash of purple in the crowd caught the Inquisitor’s keen eye, and he thought he recognized the silent gait. Could he have found a familiar face in such an unfamiliar place? Excellent! Slipping through the crowd, he began to follow what he thought to be a friend of his.

“ Pardon me. Just a moment. Yes, thank you. “ As he made his way through the people in the square, he moved to the side alleys rather than directly pursuing the thief in question. This approach had two motives. One, he didn’t want to draw attention, should this friend of his be practicing her usual trade. And assuming that to be the case, he’s certain she wouldn’t mind someone else drawing eyes. Then, he could catch up after.

It was a solid plan, with only one flaw. As he moved to reconvene with the thief in question, it was someone completely unfamiliar to him. That... Definitely wasn’t Throné. Yes, it was likely best to take this entire endeavor to the grave with him. His surprise only stopped him for a moment, however, before he approached regardless. “ Good evening. Might I have a moment of your time? “

He might as well still learn something.

[tvstarkuma]

@aeniqmata Continued from here {Beta Editor Continuation}

Instead of jumping into a defensive position when Arsene flew in between the blonde and Joker, he only flinched back a tad before returning to his previous position. This wasn't the first time a Persona was summoned in front of him defensively and most likely wouldn't be the last. Teddie stood straight as he looked towards Arsene's user instead of the Persona itself. He didn't look upset at him so hopefully a fight wasn't coming. Kamui-Moshiri won't be summoned anytime soon.

Teddie listened in on Joker's explanation. Most of it were confirmations of the bear's own assumptions in some way or another. Hearing 'manifestations of rebellious souls' did raise a brow, though. What was that supposed to mean? He got free clothes for being such a rebel? Now that was new.

"For starters, this world doesn't give out rebel clothes like that." This was stated in a more matter-of-fact way that allowed for a small smile at the end. Easiest difference out first. Teddie pointed at Joker and traced his entire form.

Before he could continue, the Persona of all things started speaking to him. Now that was enough to make the blonde jump in surprise with his eyes wide open. OK, maybe he shouldn't be ignoring the Persona...?

"I'm not too calm! I mean, I am, but..." His right hand was raised with the palm facing Arsene. A pause had to be made to regain his composure and choose his next words well. Right now he wasn't interested in finding out what a sentient Persona could do to him.

"My friends and I call this place the TV World. It's a place where shadows live that was born from human minds. If someone falls into this world, their shadow self can manifest and destroy their host unless they accept it and turn it into a Persona."

[spiinsparks]

DNRB unless  ::  @galaxofmuses / @sxnicthehedgehxg / @aeniqmata

nobody asked for this but it was in my head ;;;

[tenebriism]

It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time that Atem was asked to go to his former rival and boss's office. Mokuba tended to ask him to check on his brother when he didn't come home for a few days, and if the former Pharaoh was honest, he would have done it anyway.

Seto's tendency to work until something was perfect was admirable, but he only had one life and needed a better way to spend it. Not everyone got lucky as he himself did.

It was to this end that he gave a light knock on the door, bangles on his wrist announcing exactly who it was with a light jingle from the movement. Atem wouldn't wait for an answer, entering the room and crossing the room like he owned it, placing a bento box immediately in the middle of whatever it was the taller male was working on.

" Honestly, Se-- Kaiba. At the very least you could respond to the messages your brother sends you once in a while. Just tell him what you are working on, I do not doubt that he would understand. "

" Ent--- seriously ? " Letting himself in as if the room didn't REEK of Seto Kaiba's mere existence . . . the AUDACITY of this ages old king. He watches Atem approach his desk with a look of incredulity, struggling to fathom how this small man carried WITH him this almost SUFFOCATING air of power and reverence. Dare the CEO admit he RESPECTED it . . . ADMIRED it, to some degree ?

Not aloud. Not now, not ever.

Eyes, sharp enough to cut glass -- DIAMONDS -- flicker down to the bento box placed afront him . . . placed atop the VERY IMPORTANT BLUEPRINTS he was in the middle of finalizing, and with a huff, he pushes the offered meal to the side with two fingers. " Mokuba knows where to find me, and how to reach me, if it's an emergency. " He hovers the pen over the forefront document, pausing, before staring back up at his dutiful employee. " I assume if you're bringing me this meal, then nothing requires my immediate attention. I'm not hungry, so get it off my de--- "

The gods, he swears, conspire to work against him as much as humanly possible. 'Tis at the precise moment he DENIES his need for sustenance that his stomach sees fit to completely thwart the unhealthy facade, and for the BRIEFEST of moments . . . Seto's face warms in embarrassment.

" . . . tch. "

@aeniqmata ;; ♥

[phoenix-flamed]

🕯️ your wish is my command, my lord ( from clive )

You never were one to stay down, no matter how many times you were knocked around.

It's something that Rodney and I had often discussed at length, and something the two of us admired about you -- not because of how fine of a soldier you were turning out to be as a result, but because of your indomitable spirit as a young man.

No matter how many hardships you are faced with, I pray that your spirit continues to endure, and that you are still able to get up each time you are knocked down; and in doing so, I hope that you inspire others to do the same.

I also pray that you never forget that you are not alone, either. There are people around you that love you, that have the utmost faith in you. They will be a shoulder upon which you can lean when you stumble, and a hand extended to you each time that you think you cannot stand.

I will be with you, too -- now and always.

[lionofbalamb]

An Unexpected Arrival

@aeniqmata​

Damn, this was uncomfortable. A hand rose to subconsciously trace his mouth as he watched the foreign education. Or rather, only partially paid attention to it. His Majesty was concerned about Prince Noctis being out by himself, but nobody in the Crownsguard was ‘young’ enough to play the role of a guardian whilst the Prince was still attending school. Noctis had long since refused a detail of guards when he first began going to public school, wanting some semblance of normalcy. Squall could understand that, having grown up in an orphanage himself. ‘Normal’ was better than the alternative. But still, Drautos had called him ‘pretty enough to be a high school kid,’ and Squall wanted to punch him in the teeth. 

So here he was, more than against his will, back in school after he thought he’d finally escaped. Having a military education himself, this easy-going, civilian school was giving him the creeps. Where were the strategy sessions? The weapon schematics on the board? The practice pincer techniques? Nothing. Just some guy droning on about what a bunch of famous, dead kings did in the past. Being a civilian was more dangerous than he thought, if this was what they were learning. Pinching the bridge of his nose, his gaze wandered back to Noctis, looking down at the shorter man from where he sat. 

King Regis had to have a reason for sending him out to watch his back like this, in the most literal of senses. His Majesty knew Squall was nothing but a military dog, after all. If he didn’t expect a fight, he wouldn’t have sent someone like him. So his senses were on high alert, flashing from paying mild attention to the teacher, to memorizing the faces around him, to watching the prince’s six. It had only been less than a day, but he was already impatient.

A bell sounded, snapping him out of his vigilance. He jumped a little, unused to sounds like that meaning anything other than an enemy attack. Shoulders slumping as the initial defense slipped from him, he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He wasn’t here to talk, and he knew the other students wouldn’t leave him be unless he acted like he did back when he was younger. So he put on that off-putting, dead expression on his face, raising his hackles to prevent anyone from interrupting what he was doing.