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[symphcnii]

📜 from Ardbert to Renda ( @musesbyarya )

@musesbyarya

Renda: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling survivor's guilt and my anxiety. I'll wait. Ardbert: You and me!!! Renda, tearing up: Okay.

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Ardbert: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Renda: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

[thereallionofbalamb]

@musesbyarya | Be My Valentine | From here

“Go for a ride to Balamb she says. As if we aren’t both licensed to drive anything any time.” Seifer rocked back on his heels and rubbed a hand down his face. So lame, couldn’t she be more romantic? It was Valentine’s Day! “Is there a particular reason you’d want to go into town?”

[musesbyarya]

Valisthea needs you!

Jill and Clive are now in Eorzea!

With @fleetingwxrds , we'd like to create a FC with various Final Fantasy XVI characters!

If you'd like to join, please let us know! We're on Marilith (Dynamis DC) :

Jill’ Warrick ( @musesbyarya​ )

Clive Rossfield ( @fleetingwxrds​ )

[gegegenotairin]

Starter for @musesbyarya​

There was a storm. A storm of darkness, blood, and hatred, with the center being a song of mourning. It was too much for one to bear, even for a being like Nidhogg. Perhaps Estinien only didn't lose himself completely because their pain were similar in a way, but after seeing so closely what such wish for vengeance could to one's heart, he fought even harder to give himself a second chance. Of course, if necessary, he wouldn't hesitate to be a sacrifice to end Nidhogg's song. 

Suddenly all that pain was torn away from him. Not a pleasant sensation at first, to be honest, as if his own soul was being ripped, but then... There was calm. Estinien wandered through the nothing in his mind until a muffled cry drew him from the emptiness in him that was left when Nidhogg was gone. After slowing opening his eyes, he looked at Alphinaud by his side "cease your mewling boy. It grates my ears." 

To be honest, Estinien never thought there were people who would go so far to save him. That commotion in the room was tiring but welcome nevertheless. The effort of his awakening was a little too much for his weakened body though, and soon he returned to sleep.

Estinien woke up hours later. The night sky tinted the window as snowflakes danced in their fall. At first, he had the impression to be alone in the room but soon noticed a shadow moving in the wall. Looking at its owner, his mouth was left half-opened as his eyes widened with a spark of surprise and relief. At that moment he couldn't hide his expression of happiness to see Ysayle alive -- even that it wasn't as expressive as other people, it was clear in his features.

"My lady..." that was all he said, still trying to find the right words. He wasn't the best man at being nice after all.

[todays-fixation-is-spite]

Caught some choice shots of my friend here.  >v> 

@musesbyarya

[begotten-soul]

aryalaenkha replied to your post: “Where is Emet when I need to speak with him…”

Emet-Selch : “Call me and I will come, my dearest.”

    Dause chuckled sheepishly, a blush lining his fair cheeks as he approached the other. “I-eherm, well I made you something. Tis naught made of creation magiks, nay. I um...I made it by hand. Just for you.”

“Now close your eyes. No peeking.” He teased with a charming smile. 

[allageyed-archive]

@musesbyarya​ said:  (From Emet-Selch) “ don’t be so dramatic. ”

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  He grits his teeth. He never knew what HATE truly felt like until this moment. Until he awoke in this hell. The shock of being shot quickly knocked him out, and what came after had been worse. He doesn’t know if his friend will come, or if they are even alive and human. The fact that he doesn’t know only makes this worse. He’s in pain. Emet-Selch so desired information from him, and when he reacted to the pain he was called ‘dramatic’. He cannot reach his staff, he cannot use his magic in this state. He feels helpless. Angry. Despair at his own failure. All his plans ruined because of this bastard. He’ll kill him... Even though he knows it isn’t possible for him. His heart screams it regardless. 

  He practically hisses at the other in response. He wouldn’t waste words on this man. He would give him nothing. Not even the satisfaction of knowing how desperate and hopeless he feels. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been here. It’s maddening. He can’t allow himself to make any mistakes now. He would tell him nothing. The bastard would get nothing from him. 

 “S-shut up. I’m tired of your voice. It’s grating.” He would give only scorn. To pretend he has some measure of control in this situation. He forces out a laugh. Bravado. Emet-Selch could easily kill him. He had already hurt him, after all. He had kept his lips tightly sealed regardless. “You do not understand the depths of my power, Ascian. I’ll kill you.” He knows provoking the other isn’t smart. Who knows? Maybe he just wants to die? Better die than know he’s failed everything. Made his hero’s ending worse than before. Better die than let any information slip from his lips. 

  “It must pain you so. To be the thrall of a Primal. When you finally perish, it will be a mercy. Mayhap you should put yourself out of your misery.” He coughs after spitting venom at the other. It hurts when he does. His body is so sore. He’s weak from the distance between himself and the tower. But he’d pretend to be strong until the end. It was all he had. 

[espressoxpanna]

@musesbyarya

​ “I would like, tangible content details on exactly what sort of mission ‘having fun’ is.”

He knew Emet-Selch wasn't happy about the emissary bringing him back. Yet his services were required once more. He rightfully deserved a proper rest after all that he did play as the Emperor of the mighty Garlean empire for more than 50 mortal years.

The Emissary  didn't knew what he was planing on the first.Well, The Architect always had plans that worked in a way or another, even if it took centuries to finally see the fruit of the seed of chaos he planted.

[lamitt-white-mage]

@musesbyarya

“Honestly, Ardbert. I told you you should have waited for Renda.” With her small hands, Lamitt pulled especially hard on the bandage over the Hume’s arm, her healing magic only able to help healing only so much. She might have pulled a little to hard, but if it helped get the healer’s point across, so be it. “She knows a thing or two when it comes to Elite Marks and there’s only so much we can do on our own.”

[asciorhm]

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“Igeyorhm, Igeyorhm… Why are you thinking such a thing?” Emet-Selch replied with a slight smirk on his lips while the rest of his face was hidden under his red mask.

“It is true that what you did in the Thirteen Shard is a pathetic waste. Wanting to reunite this world with the Source by force was not the best idea you had. I should even say that it was the worst, especially when you see the result.” Saying that with a dismissive and bitter tone, he walked slowly through the room, one hand behind his back, and watching the other play with his fingers.

“But… All this, I’ve already told you.” He stopped right in front of her and put his fingers under her chin, which he lifted slightly, staring at her, his facial features closing and becoming severe. “So don’t disappoint me again. Especially because of Lahabrea.”

Circe might have stared him in the eyes as he spoke, but the girl who held but one fourteenth of her soul could not bring herself to gaze upon the Paragon. She was embarrassed, humiliated, disappointed in herself - and Emet-Selch’s bitter tone did nothing to improve her mood.

Igeyorhm is silent as he paces across the room, not willing to say anything that might give him cause to change his mind. She was lucky that she was even being given a second chance, this time under Lahabrea’s watchful eye. She could not disappoint them again - a point driven home as she is forced to meet his gaze. A small frown tugs at the corners of her lips, the tension in the air giving her great discomfort.

“It will not happen again... You have my word.”

[symphcnii]

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[thereallionofbalamb]

@musesbyarya | Sass Meme | From here

“Bring it on. I’ve fought the same things as you, and unlike Squally boy, I didn’t need a babysitter.” Seifer winked at her, he wasn’t sure she’d actually take him up on the offer of a spar, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

[oftalesenduring]

(From Y'shtola) 😊 Sit down next to my muse ~ @musesbyarya​

THE SMALL WOMAN was deep in her own thoughts, kicking her feet back and forth absently in the air - occasionally she missed furniture that wasn’t built for sharing with Roegadyn, but most of the time it was something she hardly noticed - her attention on the note that was sitting atop the grimoire on her lap.

Sighing, she debated just pitching it into the nearby Vesper Bay. It wasn’t even worth the space it was taking up in her pockets, really...

The sound of the other woman’s tail switching as she took a seat on the bench next to her caused Sososi to look up, her glassy Dunesfolk eyes blinking in surprise for a moment.

“Oh - ! Mistress Y’shtola. My apologies, I hope I haven’t concerned you... Somehow my parents found out I returned to Ul’dah, however briefly. I don’t know how, really - I attempted to get it out of the mail-moogle, but, well... he was less than helpful.”

[lazhadeg]

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[begotten-soul]

@musesbyarya

    “So you would evoke your authority upon me Emet-Selch?” Daeus murmured quietly as he walked into the empty capitol office of the one Emet-Selch. 

The registration for volunteering sacrifice had already begun and he, being a selfless man had been the first to volunteer his life to save his planet from further destruction...but to get to the front of the line, to hear he had been denied access to being a hero to his people, to sacrifice his very life for them brought him to the one person he knew had such power to deny him such a choice. 

Only the Fourteen could deny a man to become apart of the sacrifice for their broken star, Emet-Selch being one of them. The younger stood before the desk, eyes narrowed in a harsh manner. He knew all too well who had done this. 

“Why...Why will you naught allow me to save our people? You have no right to pick and choose whom you can and cannot keep Hades.” 

[prxsperpina]

(From Y'shtola) “you should lay down.” ~@mysesbyarya

“Lay down? But there is still a fight to be had!” She said stubbornly, not really caring about the state she was in. “I’m not gonna lay here and let the bastard get away with what he said! I’m gonna kick his ass!” 

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