#lunaetis : misaya

[cantillat-moved]

@lunaetis ❤

Loneliness can take hold onto one’s life, latching on their very soul and becoming part of them. The city lights would obscure the stars but they were there, watching over silently the red bowman used to the lookout duty. It wasn’t something that his new Master had ordered, a mere something that he decided to do out of his own volition whilst she had a good night’s rest – he felt their connection before the footsteps could be heard and she located him. ❝ …. Ah, there you are.  ❞ he said casually as if it had nothing to do with him. Normally they should go hunting by nightfall, yet a good night’s rest was also important. Or perhaps Archer found himself distracted stargazing. Maybe it was a little of both along with the unwillingness to disturb her. It was a cold night, colder than it should be. Lonely and cold. The guardian turned to face her now that the silence was broken, the distant lights delineating his tall figure that stood quietly in the night.

[incandescentia]

“Lady Misaya, would you please wait for me for a bit? I’m preparing you apple slices and tea at the moment, just as you requested.”

@lunaetis ( misaya ) | an overdue starter I owe

[guhamun]

multimuse combination meme; accepting || @lunaetis

[ quietly dropping ⭐ let's go shi u vu ]

Jianyu and Eden (h.sr verse):

Considering Eden is Trailblazer, there is a 99.5% chance that they will definitely encounter one another. He probably has seen Eden quite a few times as he’s gone from place to place, intrigued mainly because she’s with the Astral Express and that is a organization of interest. Basically, he wants to probe her brain for the most part.

Jianyu and Yinyue:

Join his mercenary crew Miss Yinyue. I’m not quite sure what verse to put this in BUUUUT either way he’s looking. She has his attention. She’s that kind of person he could just look at and know is a skilled fighter.

Jianyu and Arlecchino:

Something about…the vibes. On one hand, he doesn’t trust the Fatui. At all. Zero percent. On the other hand, Arlecchino would certainly interest him. Since he travels around every now and then due to going stir crazy reading and signing documents / doing administrative work back with his company, every now and then he’d travel to places like Fontaine looking after cargo / people of interest like merchants and the like, and would instinctively know from looking at her that she is dangerous.

Neuvillette and Eden (h.sr verse):

The Astral Express is such a big interest to him since he has seen many in the past before they all faded away leaving just the one Himeko has. Other dragons on his planet held little interest in the universe as a whole, but he has held some small sense of fascination in it. If he ever found out she had a Stelleron inside of her that could go boom any moment without Welt basically keeping it in check, he’d hard zoom in on that for sure and ask if the gaze of an Aeon has ever fallen upon her – in other words, ‘did Nanook acknowledge you?’

Neuvillette and Yelan:

How would they meet? I just don’t know. Even so, I’m looking.

Neuvillette and Arlecchino:

I am just really rubbing my chin about how an interaction with either of them would go since Neuvi does not trust her, but at the same time, has enough respect from her to get along on some form of level – or at least a high degree of tolerance. IDK IT INTERESTS ME.

Misaya and Nagayoshi:

Misaya is that kind of ‘Lord’ that can keep Nagayoshi under some semblance of control, I think. So in a Holy Grail War, I 1000% think that she would be a good match for him as she gives off those vibes that just make him listen more. He’s quite difficult to wrangle in, buuuuut you can bet he’d bend the knee for Misaya and deem her a worthy Master. Now in F.GO setting, that respect would still carry over, I think. She’s just got those vibes. If those same vibes can have Ozy deeming her an equal to him, those same vibes will have Nagayoshi being weirdly ‘well-behaved’.

Misaya and Arash:

I keep thinking about how Misaya was a little girl when Arash was running around, fighting in that timeline and it’s just so intriguing to think about! Him being a Servant from that war being summoned again by someone who was deeply affected by it is just -chef kiss- She’s a good Master too so he would give his all for her. In F.GO, he’d just really like her idek. Misaya is just too powerful with my Servants I GUESS.

[muraenide]

I sold you to a pet store

Sounds pretty accurate 😎 as for the breeding difficulty, probably never found him a mate that could survive past a day in the same cage.

Tagged by: @sweetlybite (thank you~)

Tagging: @kalfov (Sam and Ana!), @taiixuan (Scara), @baijingshen (YBY and WKX), @ubiquitarian (Quanxi and Kishibe), @lunaetis (Misaya and Olympia), @vishapsking, @jinanreona, @oftwilight (ZZS and HY).

[ardenssolis]

@lunaetis​ said (inbox):

" i used to dislike the sun so much. " with them side by side, and the said sun rising at the horizon line, the avenger couldn't help lamenting over the image before her. gaze of crimson taking in the first light of the day. " it's too bright, too powerful, and sometimes, it hurts to look at. i always prefer the moon. " like the wolves she raised and loved. that, and because she never thought she could ever been able to see new light once the war was over. her eyes turned to him, chin rested to the back of her hand and a smile settled over those lips. " you really reminds me of the sun, ramesses. you were too bright for me to look at, and for a time, i thought your light would burn me away. " a light chuckle. " but, it was you who made me realize that even something so bright could be so beautiful. " was she talking about the sun or him ? one would never know. [ fgo!misaya ]

     FOR SOME REASON, MISAYA’S words were not at all surprising. After all, the night flowed through her veins, Nut’s stars forever their brightest when she stood beneath the moonlight and allowed its cold light to kiss her skin. She was a being of the night – of the moon, the stars, and all that came when the sun disappeared from the sky and allowed the world to rest. She was a wolf in spirit; a leader, a ruler…

     Even in this era, he doubted he would ever find a Master quite like she had been. Even though he respected his new summoner and was willing to die for them if that was a necessity, they would never be her even if they too had manage to leave a lasting impression upon his vast and ancient soul. He laughed, although it was not the raucous, booming one that often graced the ears of others. This one was softer; a puff of air if anything in comparison. ❝That is because you are a daughter of the moon, Misaya. That is why you are drawn to it, and why it too shines brighter for you.❞ How amusing it was to think that they were opposites like this. The sun and moon, two celestial bodies of great power with different functions, yet both left a lasting impression upon all that lived on this earth. He wondered…what had Misaya’s life been like when he had disappeared? When she had been freed from her curse and was able to live the rest of her life as she should?

     Had he asked that before?

     It was hard to remember… Arms crossed over his chest as he moved to press his back against a nearby tree, his gaze shifting from Misaya to the sky above. ❝In some cultures, I hear, the sun and moon are meant to exist at the same time. Without one or the other, the world would be lost.❞ Though his mythology was different when it concerned the moon, but none of that really mattered. It was then that his laughter did ring out, no doubt startling whatever wildlife might have been sneaking about in the forest to hunt or seek out food outside of the brightness of the day. How glad he was to hear her words, his ego, naturally, rising as a result of it. ❝Naturally it should be. Who would wish to awake to something that did not warm their skin and make them look forward to what is to come? There is no denying that such light boosts one’s mood. Thus, is it not a given that I would do the same for you?❞ He glanced over to her once more, lazy smile tugging upon corners. ❝Just know that when the night sky arrives, it is just as easy to think of you as well.❞

[sunsbled-archive]

@lunaetis​          /        unprompted        /        misaya & fenrir

misaya quietly ran her fingers through the large wolf's fur. one would never imagined the blood that had tainted those digits judging from how tender she was handling the large canine. gaze of crimson softened as supple digits tread themselves through the thick fur, only for her to lean in and press a loving kiss to the top of his head in adoration.

ears lower a little in anticipation,   a rumble that almost shakes the ground eminating from the wolf when he gives off a murr; he’s almost docile, even at his size  and  the  tender  care he is shown only further the point that no matter what blood runs through his veins fenrir was soft at heart.  the body of a monster and the heart of a pet dog,  if one would.    if he was showing signs of how peacefully calm and happy he  felt  the  kiss  to his head only causes a heavy thumping sound against the ground. and again. and again until it is evident it’s not a tree falling over in the distant but rather the wolf wagging his tail while his tongue comes out of his maw,       excited pants  given when he moves, almost crawls over the ground until he can rest his head on her shoulder,      practically wrapping himself around misaya in a  display of affection.   he vaguely recalls doing something like this with his siblings, back when he was but a pup. but he was smaller back then, tiny even. now all it does is practically hide the other behind a mass of fur. but he’s distracted quickly enough, only a few brief minutes passing before his head moves again  and  he tries to mimic her actions by pressing his face  on the top of her head,   craning his neck until he can do so. but it doesn’t really work and fenrir gives a little whine at that. it’s not fair;      he doesn’t  have hands to return the favor nor does he have a human mouth to press a kiss against her forehead (not right now, at least, plus it’d probably come off weird if he did that in his human form) so all he can do is open his mouth as if displaying his teeth before heavy tongue comes out again, licks across the entirety of her face before he gives a few more pants as he moves to lay down again, rolling over until his belly is exposed as if demanding more pets. ah, yup.          all rationality has left him and there’s only one giant puppy left.

[eternadyne]

"the hunter does not seek dead game." / @lunaetis​

Cold is the rain that drenches his entire being whole ——— the clouds heavy, blurring out the moon, his shadow looming solemnly over the (winged) creature cradled within his grasp.

Its heart had long stopped, and its feathers had long dulled ——— merely gazing back into his eyes with all the color drained from its own, stirring his wayward soul like a needle-kissed nerve. How foolish of you, he thought ——— to die alone in such an unruly place; to allow them a reason to take you away.

Calloused fingers, unconsciously trembling, loosened their grip upon the fallen bird and began to (fervently) claw at the ground: hearing none of the ignorance that fumbled from the woman’s mouth, for she knew naught of what she was talking about ——— believing oh-so naively in what she couldn’t possibly hope to understand. Of the hunters that lie below: those that wanted bones. Those who craved (wandering) souls.

Those whom he’d been running from for nearly two entire centuries ——— their fingers wrung so very gently ‘round his neck, like a noose that had not yet been tightened. Waiting eagerly for the day that he should one day slip from the stepping stool and find himself jerked back down into the dark.

His fingernails grew filthier with every labored drag of his hands, digging and digging without end ——— his blank expression contrasting the welling in his eyes, not a single sob or choke to be heard out of his mouth. Dig deeper, dig deeper, dig deeper: it is all he can think about, all he can do.

It is only when Nagi finally perches upon his shoulder that he stops, as if drawn out of a (haunting) trance. As if reminded that this grave is not meant to be his.

The gate must remain open; and you, Setsuna, must never falter. Yours is the blade that shall silence any and all who wish to bury us again. Yours is the soul that shall let the dead roam free. Stand, and never forget that. 

Cold is the rain that drenches his entire being whole when he stood upright again ——— the clouds heavy, blurring out the moon, his shadow looming briefly over Misaya as he walked past her without a word; the dead owl in his arms again, taken instead to a flowing river where its corpse would inevitably float downstream. Alone, for the rest of its days.

…But free ——— forever free.

[drachenheld]

Another brand new summoning, meaning another Holy Grail War in the making. He began awakening the moment the summoning spell began, not knowing yet not caring enough of the era and time he would be summoned to fight again.

A being without a concrete wish like his, not needing much at the end of the day but to know if his summoner would allow him to follow it. He did not care much if it was not the case. Any lingering doubts or thoughts were absorbed by the immense azure light that covered the area where he would soon be materialized, blinding those in the area even if there were lights turned on within the area.

 “Servant of the Sword, Saber. I have come according to your summonings. Is your will to fight enough to conquer the battlefield? If that is the case, then my sword is also yours to command.                      I ask of you, Magus. Are you my Master?”

@lunaetis​ liked for a starter call.

[niaevum]

@lunaetis

❛❛ It really makes me annoyed. ❜❜ Being a messenger or pretending to be kind was not something that defined her, however Veronika owed her. Crossing her legs one over the other, cheek propped into the palm of her hand as her elbow was on the table, a resigned sign left Veronika’s lips. Her golden hues were reflected into the cup of coffee, the silver spoon being held into place by her free hand. That silence that followed was truly unnerving, despite the news that she had to deliver. Perhaps it was just the irritation that even in the end, that person had been a fool and tried to solve everything by herself--much like Veronika did, but their personalities were so different.  ❛❛ She wanted me to tell you she’s sorry for not visiting one last time and saying good bye personally. ❜❜ From what she understood, there was no need to give too many details, the person in front of her was not fond of keeping too many people around. Letting the spoon hit the edge of the cup with a loud ‘ clink’, Veronika used her free hand to simply pull out the folded and somehow crumpled letter from the pocket of her coat. Placing it on the table and pushing it with her fingers towards Misaya, that displeased expression remained upon her face.  ❛❛ Here, you should read it too, but well... I guess this kind of stupid thing was just like her. It was that very softness that got her killed. Yuna could be really stupid sometimes. ❜❜

[summoned-anima]

[ talk about misaya, for holmes ! ]

send me talk about so my muses will talk about said topic~! | OPEN

    Ah, it was hard to speak so openly about one’s weakness. 

    Sherlock rubbed a wedding ring attached to his glove. Though he admitted his relationship in this silent way of wearing it; he always dodged more serious questions about it. There was a laugther and some obvious statement added about how marriage works.

    ‘What is there to say, Mrs. Holmes is simply a woman made for me.’

     Oh, was it really enough to say? After being famous for staying single, even when his beloved friend, Dr. Watson found someone? Cold heart of the detective, overwritten by a logic, wasn’t open to anyone though many tried.

    But there was always that side of himself that was well hidden behind his gentleman-disguise. Taste for a destruction that pushed him through his entire life; an addiction he always sought to fill.

    ‘Let’s say she is someone between Doctor Watson and Professor Moriarty.’

     Holmes adjusted his coat’s collar to hide purple marks on a marble neck, his delicate smile on doll-like face widened for a moment. Well, there was enough clues left behind for a curious eye.

[cantillat-moved]

@lunaetis ❤❤❤ [ rin to archer, tifa to rufus ] ❤ [ misaya to arthur & archer ]

It was a little embarrassing for the Guardian to admit aloud, although he was honest to himself in this regard – he’d always admired the girl known as Tohsaka Rin. She made everything look easy, shining brighter than any of her peers, never regretting her actions – one could say she was his first crush. Once they became closer and she became his mentor he learned how much of a hot mess she truly was…And, weirdly enough, his admiration grew. Rin believed that she had no catalyst to summon a Heroic Spirit, but she was wrong: her heirloom and herself were the catalyst, the light in the darkness that reached out to him in his Hell. Her very presence saved him. He’d carry that smile that saved him through all eternity.

There was something he couldn’t put into words about the sensation about his Master trusting him completely to have him catch her up and break her fall.

There was something he couldn’t put into words about the sensation when she used a Command Seal on him. …Sure, he was overtaken by self-hatred and acted behind her back but it still hurt.

Still, he looked back at it fondly. He would only wear his garbs in the presence of a worthy Master – and as long she was around, Rin would always be the one. ❝ You are the one who I pledge my loyalty. Now and always. ❞

Rufus was shocked at her statement: he certainly never did anything to warrant such trust. In fact, Tifa should hate him and everything he represents: some rich kid who in her eyes never faced hardship in his life or endured any personal tragedy – he was on the side of who caused her grief. Her anger should be directed to him, not her love. Still, the young president despised her allies for being so blind to her suffering. To allow her to bottle up her feelings and cry in silence while they are too occupied with their own grievances and doesn’t have a single thing to spare most of the time unless she breaks down. The heir didn’t see himself as a good person, not by a long shot. But Cloud and that Avalanche “leader”? Rufus had seen other cells with more unity and Tifa was the glue that kept them together… Yet even the one keeping things together needs support.

❝ You will always have my support. ❞ He had put his life on the line to save the TURKs and would do it again. And he would certainly do it for Tifa, even if she never asks. ❝ I will make sure to live up to your expectations and I always keep my part of the promises. ❞ Making promises that they are unable to keep is a bad habit of most people, but barring anything outside his control Rufus had always kept his.

Recollections of his previous summoning were hazy at best, he was able to recognize a few things and believed that, with time, more would come to him. Even so, a melancholic feeling lingered. ❝ My sword shall open the path for your fate, I shall shield you from harm. You are my Master and I shall honour you.  ❞ Arthur’s oath rang proudly, yet devoid of any vanity.

❝ My my, you are certainly an interesting one. ❞ The bowman remarked, she certainly made him think of a certain livewire…But something about her demeanor was clear that they are completely different. ❝ You are the Master, I’m the Servant. I can’t say yet if you are worthy of my loyalty but we shall see. At least I’ll give you my word that I’ll keep you safe.❞

[infernoheir]

@lunaetis​ || starter call. (accepting.)

     ❛ AH ... hrm. I don’t know if it was a good idea to ask me to help — out of all people. I’m honestly quite clueless on how to help you. I’m not particularly familiar with this sort of ... technology and besides, there’s only a few things I excel at. ❜

[tempestforged]

-> Even the madness enchantment doesn't stop his self preservation from kicking in, a grunt leaving him that sounds like " Of Course "

-> The hound Cerberus however, has spent more time than reasonable at the gates to the abyss, so his sense of self preservation is more... Lenient. "That depends... You're not going to brush my 'mane' again are you?"

@tempestforged replied to your post :

CúZerker vc: oh Wriothesley: oh no

​─「美沙夜」─  " what is with that reaction ? don't you miss me ? "

[caemthe-a]

smash or pass + misaya [ i had to ]

     “ You really like to meddle in other people’s affairs, don’t you? But, well, I guess I never really explained to you our past together, huh? And, before you ask, yes, that’s going to be a story for another time. That’s not what you asked so don’t start complaining now. Well… I don’t know. There are just so many things I love about her, it’s difficult to just pick one of them. She’s beautiful in every sense of the word. From the elegant way she always carries herself to her porcelain doll-like looks in contrast to the fierceness in her eyes. Regardless of what she’s feeling, her eyes always shine so vibrantly. Just one of her looks can give you goosebumps, her eyes are intense like that… And that’s just her physical appearance alone. Once you get to know her, even if it’s just a glimpse, Misaya is the kind of woman you can never forget. She’s simply amazing, it shouldn’t be surprising that I’m in love with her. ”

     “ Haa? I got sidetracked? Uhh… what was the question again? …Right. Isn’t the answer obvious enough or am I supposed to go into detail? ”

     “ Just because I love and admire her doesn’t mean I don’t think of sinking my fangs on her skin and make her writhe and moan underneath me. I’m aware a dog shouldn’t bite its master but that’s what makes it all the more exciting. She’s always standing all trimmed and composed… of course I want to mess her up until she’s too sensitive to have me between her thighs. Of course I want to leave my mark on that porcelain-like skin of hers and remind everyone that she’s mine just as much as I’m hers. The command spells on the back of her neck have a beautiful design but I always thought they would look much better with my bitemark on them. ”

@lunaetis.    ⌜CURIOUS MISAYA.°⌟      smash or pass.

[muraenide]

Misaya / @lunaetis​ asked: the collar looks good on him, if anything, misaya was half surprised he seemed so willing to have it on. for the finishing touch, though, she hooked a finger under the collar to pull him closer. lips parted, and her fangs sank into the skin of his neck in a bite. not hard enough to draw blood, but surely firm enough to leave a clear mark. a smile grazed her lips at the sight of red insignia upon his skin. " perfect. "

❝If there is something on your mind, please do not hesitate to carry them out.❞ He had said; despite the both of them not knowing each other in prior, he doesn’t miss all the little details of their conversation that makes as spark lit up in her eyes. ❝After all, I am nothing but curious about what you are thinking in retaliation. Perhaps I’ve--- Oh dear,❞

His voice trails off when she pulls out a dog collar. Jade couldn’t help but smiles to himself; lips barely wide enough to flash two rows of sharp teeth, but they were already rearing their ugly heads. He says nothing when she reaches up, arms wrapping around his neck to fasten the collar with a click. His smile doesn’t fade, watching in amusement. The subtle twitch of her face as she works her fingers on the collar milimeters away from his face. He had even did them the favour of tipping his head up a little to avoid her bumping into his hat. 

What truly surprised him, however, is when she leans in into his neck. Jade lets out slightly startled gasp, not expecting that, and yet it makes his heart flutter in excitement not knowing how far she’s willing to go in their first meeting. She’s bold and he’s discovering that he likes it- 

❝Misa---Ow,❞ Now that, hurt. Although he’s had worse being bitten by his own kind. After she lets him go he quickly leans back, pink colouring his cheeks as he swallowed once. ❝That would... certainly leave a mark.❞ Was it not a blessing that he’s usually covers up to the brim of his neck?

[ardenssolis]

more misc memes; no longer accepting || @lunaetis ​

“ you make me happy. ” [ fgo!misaya ]

     ‘YOU MAKE ME HAPPY.’ That was such an odd thing to hear for one such as Ozymandias, that for a moment, he froze, staring at Misaya as if she had spoken another language – one that could not be so easily translated by the Throne. Perhaps his surprise stemmed from the fact that he had not been told such a thing in a very long time. All those who would utter this to him had long since passed away, their souls properly at rest in a way that his could not follow (would it ever be able to?). It took time for what was said to properly sink in and process, and when it did, he cleared his throat, waving his hand with casual grace that hid how that single statement made him feel. 

     ❝Naturally,❞ he began, adopting his usual arrogance when partially embarrassed and torn from his element. ❝As one who encompasses the light of the sun, I would think that my presence could easily lift one’s mood by mere proximity.❞ But that was not what Misaya meant. He knew this as did she. However, his pride at being caught off guard made him at least attempt usual aloof nonchalance. Whether it succeeded or not was up to interpretation, but considering how well his former Master knew him, no doubt she was quite aware of what he intended on doing. That woman always did have eyes as sharp as a falcon’s. Arms soon crossed over his chest, he glanced to the side. ❝But I am glad that this is how you feel. A proper king should inspire joy in those around them, after all. At least from time to time.❞