#ariesmouse

[reddevil-xiv]

Nightingale- how does your muse show love, platonic or romantic? What is their love language?

'Love language' is something Talia is really still trying to figure out. For herself and the displays most common from her, it boils down to touch and proximity from her. After realizing that not everyone can handle the same things she can, she's trying to lean away from this except with those who she knows will be reciprocal to that kind of encroachment.

That said, the people she cares for or hold affection for are afforded the most amount of leeway and permission with her physical space and being. She won't hesitate to touch or be in proximity with someone she loves or cares for in any capacity.

Gifts she makes are the other things that she really uses to display her care. Things that utilize her engineering skills, that require her to pour herself into, though these are becoming more rare after Talia realized that these kinds of gifts don't always hold the same importance to everyone.

[ariesmouse]

FFxiv Write 2020 Master List

I didn’t do all the prompts for this event, but I did some, spread across a few of my character blogs.

Prompt #1: Crux

Prompt #8: Clamor

Prompt #11: Ultracrepidarian

Prompt #12: Tooth and Nail

Prompt #14: Part

Prompt #17: Fade

Prompt #19: Where the Heart is

Prompt #20: (Levin)

Prompt #24: Beam

Prompt #29: Paternal: One and Two

And that’s all.

[thatsadorbsyo]

∞ any character’s thoughts on Louvel.

Maya @ Louvel

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

“Louvel is easily the most attractive man on Priarch’s roster, but that’s not what makes him so appealing to me. It’s the blunt, matter-of-fact tone with which he utters such cruelly intimate things. It renders me to little more than clay in his hands.”

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

“Even were such a thing allowed, I couldn’t possibly dare to hope that it was also desired. My luck doesn’t run that deep.”

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

“I sleep very comfortably knowing that Vulture stands behind me. He’s not just a capable fighter–he’s pragmatic, perhaps ruthlessly so. I value that, his ability to calculate relative wins and losses on the fly, to judge what can be lost to spare what’s important.”

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

“As with all in the Flock, there are few things I wouldn’t do for him. He has but to ask. I tend to my brothers.”

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

“Can I? Please, gods, can I? I am so fortunate to have been blessed with what little that he and Spider have already permitted me. Can I hope for more? Or in doing so, shall I jinx myself with greed? Ah, shit.”

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

“He puts me at ease. His presence, his tone, his touch. He is the perfect balance to his chosen partner.”

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

“We were not close before, but that seems to be his way. Louvel is a solid presence in the background, a familiar shape in the shadows, a dull but persistent thrum at the back of my mind. Perhaps this is how he likes it.”

Makoto @ Louvel

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

“Tall, dark, and brusque is pretty much exactly my type. Of course he’s hot. Uh. Don’t tell him I said that, though. I don’t wanna make anything weird.”

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

“He’s good to sit and talk to, like, one of the few people I can do that with at this place without feeling my eyeballs start to melt out through my ears. I wouldn’t hate hanging out with him more. He gets fun when he’s high.”

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

“Shit’s complicated. I trust him. I don’t trust the shit he’s got inside of him. I don’t know if I trust myself to sense the difference between the two.”

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

“He’s a decent coworker and a pleasure to do business with. I’d like it if he stuck around. I’ve got his back.”

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

“I wish people would stop asking me this? A guy goes legit and suddenly it’s all ‘would you fuck this person?’ and ‘would you fuck that person?’, like, fuck. Let a guy live, okay? Yes, I’d fuck him, in a hypothetical situation where he was into dudes and I was in a position to sleep around. Yes. I’d suck his dick, leave me alone.”

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

“I can relax around the guy. I can get a little loose-tongued. I trust him not to do anything weird if I get too stoned. He’s alright. He’s good.”

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

“Are we friends? I genuinely don’t know. He’s so hard to read, right? I like to think we are. Why wouldn’t we be?”

[dawning-star]

∞ ( Louvel )

About Louvel . . .  @louvel-roche

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

“Other words might describe him a bit better than pretty, but he is rather nice to look at! There’s no denying attractiveness there.” 

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

“I’d take him out for a drink. It’s not an actual date so that feels safe enough. Honestly I’d rather not face Araignee’s wrath there.”

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

“I would, at least under normal circumstances. Maybe not as much currently with whatever the hell kinda chaos is plaguing Priarch presently. I don’t find myself keen on getting entangled in matters of that Ink again. Not after what I did the last time...”

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

“How couldn’t I? They’ve given me no reason not to care. I’d like to believe he might return such a favor too. Maybe.”

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

“I don’t go for people with attachments and respect Spider a bit too much to go after her boyfriend. If he were single, maybe. Then again I’ve kinda sworn off going after work associates, so probably not even then.”

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

“My other answers should highlight what I feel about Louvel enough, right? I don’t see a need typically to keep distance from him or anything.”

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

“I could probably stand to get to know the man a bit better but he’s a solid acquaintance in my book.”

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Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you...

[eorzeasfrozenknight]

8. “You dyed your hair?!”

“Yes i did, Pray tell me what you think?”

//thank you~! @ariesmouse 

[renofmanyalts]

Fact for a fact: My Miqo'te R'aeliah (blog not yet made), is extremely scared of heights. She's one of my characters with a genuine phobia.

None of my characters have phobias, but Zhah’ra definitely has a traumatic trigger: having his hair grabbed in a certain way. This is part of the reason why he usually keeps it in close braids -- it doesn’t really allow that kind of grip, at least not exactly. He still has reactions, even to just having a hand laid on his head, but they’re much more manageable. 

[grumpy-limsan-customs-cat]

U - Favourite time of year, and why - For whichever muse you think needs more attention.

BRUTAL HONESTY HOUR.

There was a long, awkward slience as the ex-nunh pondered upon the question, eyes narrowed and aimed towards the nearby wall.

“...Summer.”

He finally responded, along with a slow, satisfied now.

“Summers are warm, and sunny. Good when walking outside, but even better for napping in the shade, like under a tree, or at home. Warm summer showers are nice too.”

Despite his usual, blank frown, his features seemed more relaxed than usual, the bright green eyes slowly closing with another slow nod. Was that...contentment?

[mathemagiks]

🏠 - A song relating to home

I like to think Ehnek sang a similar song to Ehn when he was little.

[gorgagne-viperidae]

⌛️ - Character’s theme as a final boss.

Casca’a, in every aspect of his life, is high-energy. For something as grand and final as a boss fight, music for Casca’a is going to be as frenetic and violent as he is in battle.

[andarion]

⌛️ - Character’s theme as a final boss.

Marcelloix Noudenet - NieR OST - Shadowlord:

Arthur Sinclair- Garden of Avalon OST - Day of Camlann :

Marcellus eir Argentum - Ace Combat Zero OST- Zero :

thank you for the prompt!

[reddevil-xiv]

➳ Without saying who it is about, what is something that you want to say to them that you normally wouldn’t say to their face?

“I hate how weak you make me. I hate how vulnerable I am around you. I hate how much I love you.” “Choose me. Please let me be something that someone chooses. Just once.”

[ariesmouse]

Current work in progress. Bonus Nova snoot.

[thatsadorbsyo]

recordare - what is your muse’s least favourite house chore? which is their favourite?

Maya likes to wash the dishes. The sound of running water, the repetitive but not exhaustive hand motions, the fact that she can stare out the window over the sink and zone out while she does it, all of it lends itself to a sort of zen flow that she can get lost in and brainstorm other things as passive processes in the background while her unpiloted body finishes the task.

She hates tidying up, though. Folding and putting away laundry seems pointless to her, because she’s just going to wear it again and get it dirty again. She has piles of clean clothes and piles of dirty clothes, and rarely do they ever find their way to the dresser drawer or the laundry basket.

[dawning-star]

“Keep ice on it.” - From Louvel

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The comment was full of good intentions from Louvel, but Rin couldn’t help but shoot him a small glare. It wasn’t like he was her mother or caretaker. She could handle the injury well enough. Oh but it did hurt a fair bit. 

Her focus would shift downward, towards the source of the pain. Lifting the bag of ice she would give her hand a look. Yep, swollen. She’d had to take the glove off to help the discomfort but, luckily, this was her right hand. A right hand that looked like she had punched a brick wall in a fit of anger. Not that she would admit that was what happened, but that was definitely what went on and she’d not held back either. 

It probably gave the man mental whiplash to see her angry one moment and crumpled like a baby the next from the result of the action. Deep down at this point she just hoped that nothing was broken. Wincing both inside and out she would set the ice back upon her knuckles. 

“How bad do you think the damages are?”

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@louvel-roche many thanks :3

Hurt sentence starters

[eorzeasfrozenknight]

Arctic - Do you prefer warm or cool weather?

“While i am quite vulnerable to cooler weather I prefer such over the heat, it allows me to relax by the fire comfortably, enjoy my warm drinks and food, Watch the snow fall during starlight and most certainly enjoy snuggling with my Beloved but such comes with cool weather does it not?

//Thank you~! @ariesmouse​

[liminal-storage]

Fool's Gold

FFXIVWrite 2022

Prompt 2: Bolt

Characters: Okuni Tomioka, mentions of Vulture/"Ollen" who belongs to @ariesmouse

Warnings: None of note.

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Some nights, she wonders if she might've been better off sticking to waitressing. Unglamorous as the work was, at least she had not found herself as the bearer of bad news so often.

Here, in the gentle stillness of her own home, guilt eats at her. The rush of the fountains and the settling creaks of the floorboards sound like accusations. It's an old building. Had been used as an inn or something before renovations that saw it passing into her ownership. Old buildings creak and groan like wind-savaged trees. She's grown used to the building's sighs just as she's grown used to its solitude.

But tonight, oh tonight...

That ambience sounds a bit like an angry sermon, the fountain's burble a priest rattling off her every sin. Okuni slumps back against plush couch cushions, tries to drown out the noise with the distraction of a book and some light drink. But the house's imagined accusation gets to her and her thoughts drift to the source of her guilt: the one called Ollen.

Ollen and his openly expressive face, deceptively strong hands, and the glints of gold along his ears. Ollen and his tears in the wake of the news she'd given him about his brother. Ollen and the way he'd leaned on her while she fed him all of the soft, sugary sympathy she had to offer.

The cushions sink down as she does, and she knows well where her guilt comes from. In part it's only natural; shame for delivering devastating news. Then there is the second layer, the guilt of doubting him. For if he was the wolf in sheep's clothing she suspected him to be, surely he would have given something away. She'd have seen it with how closely she was watching, right? A keen eye for details is a required part of her daily work. She's good at spotting such discrepancies.

Yet she knows all too well how easy it can be to turn a blind eye to things when they become a little more personal. Easy to see what you want to see and ignore the obvious.

What, then, is she trying, or perhaps hoping to see in Ollen?

She groans, downs the rest of her drink, and gives up on the book in favor of draping a forearm over her eyes. She knows the answer. Never even needed to ask the question in the first place.

A lonely heart leaves room for wishful thinking.

Lonely is a hard feeling to shake.

Maybe all of the sweetness she'd offered was there as a tithe paid in hopes of paving her way to salvation should Ollen prove to be a beast in true. Maybe it was real, a desire to soothe the suffering he'd claimed to have endured. Assuming the worst of others is poor practice, after all, especially when it comes to strangers.

Even if there is something oddly familiar about him. A familiarity in microscopic aspects of his mannerisms; his slouch, the particular intensity of that single-eyed gaze, and at times the cadence of his speech. He doesn't feel like a stranger. It's as if she knows him, has known him for a long, long time.

If he is of the Ink, which one is he? Why bother to play the long game? She can't quite place it, can't pin it down. It feels like the answer is a fish flitting about just under the surface of murky water, or a treasure buried within a weed-choked mudbank. Like...

Like a pentimento's visible trace, an old masterpiece showing through a newer landscape's layers of paint on a weathered canvas.

...is this mere paranoia, or is she right?

A lonely heart leaves room for wishful thinking.

But before she can think on what she might want to offer him beyond sweetness, or torture herself with her ponderings on his true identity any longer, Okuni forces herself up and makes her way downstairs. Perhaps a late-night run will help to purge such thoughts from her mind.

She's already torn off down the road before the door has finished slamming back on its own hinges.