#oc: lunafreya

[valsilverhand]

luna <3

[the-blind-geisha]

Artist: DesireeU

I'm getting spoiled today, I guess. X"D No complaints here! My horse girl Lunafreya, drawn by the very talented DesireeU!

A friend of mine bought the character sometime ago but sadly couldn't keep her because she needed the money. So I took her since I helped her come up with lore for Lunafreya. ♥ She's a goddess of the sea that can look into the reflection of water to see who is in need of her assistance, as she emotionally and physically heals those around her.

Her magical fish are kind of her messengers and little friends.

[primamchorus]

Taking the Leide

"They're scouting..." Tandem hissed under his breath as the trio kept their backs turned toward the MT units patrolling the nearby streets.

Flames were already lapping at Primam's palm as her other arm went around Lunafreya's shoulders to keep her shielded with her own body. Like her brother, her brow was knit together in both concern and apprehension for the situation they found themselves in. This was just another hiccup in their journey toward Duscae...hopefully not a large one.

"No magic," Tandem said, having glanced at the warm glow that nestled within his sister's hand. She cast him an annoyed look, clearly somewhat on edge given the recent history of Insomnia falling to Niflheim's infiltration. However, she huffed a silent sigh, closing her fist and extinguishing the flame.

"Should it come to combat, know that I am not useless," Lunafreya uttered, keeping her voice low so as not to draw attention to them.

"You're telling me you got proper combat training in that gilded prison of yours?" Tandem breathed, clearly doubting the Lady Oracle's claim. "If it comes to combat, Prim will keep you covered. I'll handle taking out any of the MTs. Leave it to the Arms of the King. You're too valuable for any mistakes to be made."

Lunafreya tensed, keeping quiet despite the offense she felt. Of course they would be ignorant to anything other than her being a political prisoner. But she leaned into Primam, nodding. Were anything to derail her from beseeching the Astrals' aid in Noctis' journey as the True King...then everything really would fall to ruin.

[stygiovictoria]

i <3 designing the final fantasy parents we never see

[valsilverhand-archive]

Lizzies.

[blossom-adventures]

I asked my family to pick a number from my @badthingshappenbingo list, my Brother-in-law picked I’m Not Afraid of You Anymore

So here it is, from my FFXV story, Guard and Glaive

Ruins of Insomnia

Violet led Luna through the back alleyways of Insomnia, trying to avoid the destruction being caused by both sides; the war ships of Niflheim and their Daemons and the Lucian Old Wall were destroying what was left of her home

“We’ll meet with the others on the edge of the city” Violet spoke surprisingly calm, despite everything that was happening around her, she looked over her shoulder to the Oracle. “Please tell me you still have the Ring?”

“I do, Lady Amicitia do you even know where we’re going?” Violet raised a brow at Luna before pointing over to the far side of Insomnia

“We need to get to the West Gate, from there we can meet up with the others and get out of Insomnia” from where the 2 women were stood they could see the West Gate, but it was miles away and between them and their escape was a battle between The Mystic and a Daemon that Violet had heard getting called a Diamond Weapon. Violet looked at Luna, her eyes were wide with fear as she looked over the expanse of Insomnia they had to cross. “Right… Princess, we need to get moving” Luna refocused and agreed with Violet.

Violet and Luna began to make their way through the ruins of Insomnia, dodging falling rubble, and avoiding the Daemons. As they got to a clearing that used to be a apartment block a tall armoured figure landed in front of them, essentially blocking their path, Violet moved in front of Luna as General Glauca stalked towards them, she summoned her sword into her hand.

“Another Shield to break,” Glauca’s voice sounded smug as he approached, “the city is in ruin, the King is dead, as is his Shield…” Violet took a trembling gasp, being reminded of the horrific sight she’d arrived to in the council room where the treaty was being signed, she looked up at the General, his swagger was just how it was when she was last left alone with him, she felt her chest tighten in fear, but her fear was overwhelmed by her anger, he had caused her so much pain, he had killed her father, her uncle and so many of her friends. “You are, once again, at my mercy”

“I’m not afraid of you anymore, Glauca” Violet snapped

“Then you’re a fool,” Glauca pointed his sword at the 2 women, “surrender the Ring”

“No!” Violet hissed, gripping her sword tightly in her hand and moving to a defensive stance in front of Luna

“Then I will take it from you!” Glauca snarled as he lunged towards Violet and Luna, everything seemed to go in slow motion for Violet as she watched the giant sword begin to swing down towards her, she was going to try and block it with her own blade, but she knew she wasn’t strong enough to hold it back, she was injured from the initial attack and he was seemingly unharmed and far stronger than her anyway.

Violet could hear Luna scream behind her but her focus was on Glauca.

“Join the King and his Shield!” He shouted as his sword crashed against Violet’s or at least, that’s what she expected to happen, but instead it struck a magical barrier. Violet looked to her right and saw Nyx drop his shield and fire a powerful lightning spell at the General, throwing him backwards. Nyx looked over to Violet and Luna.

“Are you both alright?” Violet didn’t answer, but instead hugged him tightly, Nyx returned the embrace “Violet are you alright?”

“Yes… yes, I’m ok”

“Good,” Nyx stepped back. “You both need to get out of here, I’ll deal with Glauca” Violet kissed him before ushering Luna away, she shared a knowing look with Nyx, she didn’t want to admit what they both knew; that this might be the last time they’ll see each other.

“I love you, Violet, stay safe, please”

“I love you too, Nyx”

[riceket]

some floral bust charm commissions throughout 2022!

[ardynzunia]

Today’s inkdrawing is Luna and Ruby! Inspired by a Mary Cassat painting. In universe’s where he gets away from Verstael but is still under the thumb of the empire, they have a close relationship. As she’s the only one who can train any part of his magic. 

[duskturnstodawn]

       ˜”*°•.˜”*°• 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓀𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃 •°*”˜.•°*”˜

𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝕽𝕻 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉: 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖚𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖝 𝕱𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖙 - 𝕱𝕱𝖃𝖁 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖆 𝕹𝖔𝖝 𝕱𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖙 - 𝕱𝕱𝖃𝖁 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆/𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖆 - 𝕱𝕱𝖃𝖁 𝕮𝖔𝖗 𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘 - 𝕱𝕱𝖃𝖁 𝕿𝖎𝖋𝖆 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖙 - 𝕱𝕱𝖁𝕴𝕴 𝕱𝖊𝖞𝖆 (𝕺𝕮) - 𝕱𝕱𝖃𝕴𝖁 𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 - 𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖙 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖆 - 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝕺𝖋 𝖂𝖆𝖗

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝟤𝟧+ 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓹𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓷. 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓜𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓼 25+ 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼

[atomic-taco-muffin]

The Legend of Hana Chapter 127

Warnings: We’ll be focusing on Back Cover/Union Cross this next couple of chapters. Same warnings as last time. 

Rating: SFW

The gears turned noisily within the clocktower in Daybreak Town, as they always did. They fit together so perfectly that they almost formed a solid wall, and next to that wall was a desk. The flasks scattered across the top suggested someone was conducting research here. The Master of Masters sat before the desk in his black coat, flipping through the pages of a book. Nearby was a young man dressed exactly the same, named Luxu. It was difficult to get a good look at his face because of his hood, but Luxu felt terrified to be next to the Master. 

“So that makes you the indispensable number seven,” the Master commented in his usual flippant tone. 

“Huh,” Luxu wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. 

“Come on! It's simple. You six plus me is seven,” the Master said. Suddenly, his head snapped toward Luxu as he realized something. “Wait. Don't tell me I don't count!” 

“No... Uh, um...” The Master stood up before his confused apprentice, sauntered over to stand directly in front of him, and stuck out his hand. In it appeared a Keyblade--the nameless Keyblade that would eventually be passed down to a certain man. 

“Here, take it,” The Master said as he approached Luxu to begin the Bequeathing. Beside the master was a black box. Luxu gazed at the weapon intently, while the Master returned to his seat, propped his elbow on the desk, and observed his apprentice. 

“The Gazing Eye?” Luxu asked. The weapon had something that resembled an eyeball embedded in the blade. Maybe it was some kind of gem carved to look that way, Luxu thought. 

“Uh... That's not what it's called,” the Master replied with a touch of humor in his voice. 

“Oh, what then?” Luxu looked relieved for some reason. 

“Hm. Actually, no name,” the Master quipped lightly. 

“No Name...” Luxu stared intently at the Keyblade. 

“Well, ‘gazing’ or not, that Keyblade does have an eye in it. My eye, to be exact.”

“Ew!” Luxu yelped, cringing away. 

“Oh, you think that's ‘gross,’ do ya?” the Master asked, offended. 

“N-no!” Luxu furiously denied the claim; he respected his teacher to much for that. At least, that’s what he wanted him to think. 

“Yeah, sure. Anyway, about your role. You need to pass down that Keyblade to your apprentice, and then him to his, so that my eye can see the future.” The Master’s unveiling of his grand design was relatively unceremonious. But Luxu understood. 

“So the Book of Prophecies...” he murmured. 

“Bingo!” the Master replied as he raised his pointer finger and pointed at Luxu. “The fact that it exists is proof of your success! That means you've trained a worthy apprentice, passed down that handsome Keyblade, and fulfilled your role! Congratulations!” 

While the Master clapped his hands to celebrate Luxu’s past achievements in the future, Luxu merely stared in surprise at the Keyblade. 

“What's the matter? Come on, you did a fantastic job! At least smile a little!” Luxu only grew more confused. 

“But I haven't done anything yet...” he said. To him, there was no reason for celebration, and certainly no sense of accomplishment. 

“Good point. Guess you better get started then! Unfortunately, you'll have to go alone from here on out. No Book of Prophecies to keep you company, either. I can't have you causing any temporal paradoxes. But, hey, we both know you'll do just fine without it, right?” However, there were other apprentices besides Luxu who were also in training. 

“Do I really have to go alone? What about the others?” he asked. He was worried about what would happen to Ava after their romantic night amongst the flowers. The Master laughed off the idea. 

“Minor details, so don't sweat it. For now, you, that Keyblade, and...this box need to stay out of sight,” he said as he pulled out a black box so large that lugging it around would prove challenging. The edges were decorated with a silver pattern, and it also had handles. “Just watch with your own eyes--and my eye, of course--as things unfold between the others. Then when the time is right, go off and do your thing.”

“What’s in it?” Luxu asked as he inspected the box. No telling what was inside this box of mysteries. The Master had to have entrusted it to him for some special purpose. 

“It's a secret. And, well, you see...the thing is...you can never, ever open it,” the Master said. 

“Great, now I really wanna know,” Luxu said back. The Master seemed as lighthearted as ever, but he often joked around when he was talking about matters of grave importance. This time was no different. 

“Ah, all right. I'll indulge you. But this secret stays between the two of us, and you have to promise never to open the box.”

“I promise.” The Master leaned in toward Luxu, then whispered to his apprentice through his hood. Luxu gasped, then looked up at his teacher. “But why?”

“You'll see,” the Master said as met the question with a meaningful smile. He was back to his old tricks again. But still, why that, of all things? Luxu regarded the Master, unable to conceal his bewilderment.  From just outside the Master’s office, was Mukuro. She listened in their conversation and had fear bubbling inside her.

                                                         ☽✧☽✧

The Master of Masters stood on a hill overlooking Daybreak Town. Behind him was a young man in a unicorn mask--Ira. He was tall, and the skirt of his white robe was the blue of an early morning sky. Atop his hood was a blue unicorn’s mane. (anybody else who loves Ira? Just me?)

“So, did you look through the Book?” the Master of Master’s asked. 

“Yes. But I'm still analyzing it,” Ira replied, quietly, making the Master chuckle. 

“Wow, no quick skim for you, huh?” he commented, still surveying the town. 

“I just prefer to be thorough,” Ira said behind them. “Master, is what it says in the last passage true?” 

“Oh, yeah that. Bummer, huh?” The Master sounded almost cheerful, but Ira was not. 

“...Yes,” Ira said. 

“By the way, if one day I suddenly disappear, I'm countin' on you to keep the others calm. Okay?” Ira raised his head. 

“Huh? Dis...appear?” 

“Vanish? Dim? Fade? I don't know how to explain it. It's just hypothetical talk,” the Master elaborated as he watched the sun set on the town. 

“Okay...” Ira agreed, though obviously shaken. 

“This world is full of light. It's a world comprised of many smaller worlds, all connected, stretching as far as the eye can see. One great light protects us all throughout this vast land. All worlds share one light, one fate,” he told Ira, his voice unusually soft. 

“I take it you're talking about Kingdom Hearts,” Ira replied. 

“Yep! You're right on the money. People believe that the light that is Kingdom Hearts will be here forever. But if it were to disappear, the world would be enveloped in darkness.” It was an ominous thing to hear from his teacher. 

“I understand. And that is why you granted us these Keyblades. With these we can spread the teachings of light, and we can protect Kingdom Hearts from darkness--” Ira said. 

“No, they're not for protecting Kingdom Hearts,” the Master interrupted. 

“Huh?” Once again solemn, the Master quoted a line from the Book of Prophecies. 

“The final passage reads, ‘On that fated land, a great war shall transpire. Darkness will prevail and the light expire.’”

“Isn't it our duty as Keyblade wielders to prevent this war from taking place?” Ira asked back. 

“Nah, not possible,” the Master said, stretching his arms over his head, almost playfully. 

“Wha--?” Ira could not hide his surprise at such a blunt reply. 

“You really think you can change the future?” the Master chided, as if his student should know this already. 

“Then...what do you want us to do?” Ira asked another question, a bit nonplussed. 

“We have to focus on what comes after,” the Master explained, a little more gently this time. “There's no use thinking of ways to change events that we know are gonna happen.”

Still Ira wasn’t satisfied. 

“But, what about all of those who are here now? And the ones who will be here when the darkness finally comes? Are we to abandon all of them?” he asked, causing the Master to bark an exasperated laugh at that. 

“C'mon, are you telling me that you think the world can be saved by just seven people?” he asked, watching as Ira hung his head, searching desperately for an answer. 

“We have to at least try! With enough Keyblade wielders we could--” 

“Well, if you wanna give it a shot...” the Master offered. 

“Yes,” Ira replied earnestly. 

“All righty, good luck!” the Master said. The reply came so quickly, it was ad if he already knew what his student would say. Before them, the darkness of night settled over Daybreak Town. 

                                                         ☽✧☽✧

In one of the rooms of the clocktower overlooking Daybreak Town, Invi stood before the Master of Masters. This was shortly before the Master disappeared and before Junko and Mukuro were sent on their mission. Both Invi’s and the Master’s faces were hidden, his beneath the hood of his long black coat, and hers behind her snake mask and white hood embroidered with gold thread and tied in the center with a blue ribbon. 

“So, to sum it up, I'll need you to observe the others. Easy breezy,” the Master informed her cheerfully. 

“A-alright,” Invi replied. Though her mask obscured her expression, her reply made her discomfort obvious. It was almost as if...she didn’t belong here. Like she had another life somewhere. Oddly enough, the Master seemed pleased by this reaction. 

“Like I said, Ira may have to take over for me... But don't be shy. Just be fair. And do not be afraid to speak up! Even though I say ‘observe,’ you'll need to be the mediator; make sure people get along,” he explained lightly. Invi’s head was still lowered. 

“I understand, but...without you, Mukuro, Junko, or Luxu, to form and maintain our own Unions is... It's a little unnerving, to be honest,” she said. 

“Oh, come on. Lighten up a little! Maybe I'll never disappear,” the Master said as he walked up to her slowly. “Wait. Do you want me to go?” 

“What? N-no! Of course not!” Invi shook her head vehemently, flustered. 

“I was just kidding!” the Master chuckled. 

“Oh... I see...” she murmured, hanging her head again. 

“Look, I get that change can be hard for everyone. But things need to keep moving forward. And you need to keep up. Otherwise, you'll just get left behind all alone. Now that you know what the future holds, Invi, what does your heart say?” Invi raised her head. The Master didn’t usually talk like this--something was slightly different  “‘May your heart be your guiding key.’ I say it all the time; you ultimately need to do what your heart feels is right.”

“Right,” Invi agreed, quiet yet firm. 

                                                         ☽✧☽✧

Aced was alone in the Master’s chambers, waiting for the Master himself. It was completely silent, except for the turning gears. 

“You been here long?” the Master called when he finally returned. “My bad.” 

“No.” It was easy to tell Aced was nervous, even with the bear mask covering his face. 

“So, what did you want?” The Master sat down in his chair and looked up expectantly at Aced. 

“Uh... You didn't forget, did you? You're the one who called me here,” the Foreteller replied, startled. 

“Lighten up. I was just kidding! I didn't forget. Give me a little credit here. I was just testing you!” The Master loved his jokes, but Aced was just confused. 

“R-right...” 

“Now then, allow me to tell you about your role. You're going to be Ira's right-hand man.” 

“What? Ira's right-hand man? What do you mean?” That sounded awfully big for such an offhand announcement; now Aced was even more bewildered. Either way, it was evident the bear-masked Foreteller didn’t think much of this idea. 

“Well, Ira's gonna be the new leader after I'm gone, you see, so just stand by him,” the Master explained, who then turned to his desk and opened the Book of Prophecies, indicating that there was nothing left to be said. “Don't disappoint.” 

“Explain to me, Master. What do you mean Ira's going to be leader?” Aced persisted, perhaps dissatisfied with his assigned task. The Master turned to face his pupil. 

“What? Is that disappointment I hear? Did you want to be leader?” he asked and Aced snapped to attention. 

“No!” he cried hurriedly. “I mean, if you had asked me to be the leader, that's a different story, but I wasn't trying--”

“You really wanna be leader, huh?” the Master of Master’s teasingly remarked. 

“I, well...” 

“I know you want it, but that just isn't enough. Any chump can say, ‘You! Here's a huge promotion. Good job!’ and make you head honcho, but enthusiasm alone doesn't make a great leader. Ira needs someone like you to give him a push in the right direction,” the Master explained readily. 

“Uhh... I agree, Ira is definitely the most worthy among us. I'm sure he'll make a fine leader.” 

“Heh. Then it's settled.” Though the Master turned away, suggesting the conversation was at an end, Aced just couldn’t let the issue go. 

“Wait. I agreed that he is worthy. But why do we need a new leader, Master? Does, does that mean you will no longer be teaching us? But wouldn’t Mukuro or Junko be better leaders?” The Master pondered the question for a moment, then slowly replied. 

“Well... I might disappear one day...and I’m preparing something for my girls. They won’t be able to be the leader, hence why I chose Ira.” 

“Disappear!? Why? Where!?” Aced demanded. 

“Speak up sooner if you're listening. That was embarrassing for me! Anyway, I don't know if I'm gonna disappear or not. It's anyone's guess right now. But my girls will leave this tower soon. I can’t keep them here forever!” Sweeping his embarrassment under the rug, the Master quickly shifted back to the main topic. Aced still wasn’t satisfied. 

“But...” 

“In any case, you need to support Ira,” the Master continued, trying to mollify him. “We both know he's quite serious. He's always just thinking and thinking and thinking behind that unicorn mask of his, so everyone will be counting on you to spur him into action.”

“Uh...right,” acquiesced, though he was still at a loss. Slowly, the Master stood and put a hand on his student’s shoulder. 

“You might not be entirely happy with your role, but just know that it's the most important one. Capiche?” The hint of kindness in the Master’s voice only confused Aced more. Growing up, he remembered the Master to be harsh and abusive. “Making Ira the leader is all good in theory, but sometime later you might think, ‘eh, he's terrible at this’ in which case it'll be your job to step up. Who knows? Your leadership might be just what everyone needs. And that is your true role.” 

At the end of his speech, he had one final, terribly important bit of advice. 

“May your heart be your guiding key. Best of luck, Aced!” 

                                                         ☽✧☽✧

The Master of Masters stood facing the pregnant Foreteller, Ava. 

“What's written in the last page of the Book is gonna happen,” the Master finally said, breaking the silence between them. “The entire world will be lost to darkness.”

“But Master, isn't there anything we can do?” Ava asked, her voice full of frustration. Here she was, pregnant with her two daughters and now she might not be able to raise them with the threat of the darkness prevailing. 

“Well, that's what brings me to your role,” the Master replied. “You might just be the only hope of keeping light from expiring. You, and those little things growing inside you.” 

Ava looked up and watched the Master intently. 

“Hope? Master, what is it that you need me to do? And why are my babies involved?” she asked. 

“Don't get involved in any battles, forget the notion of Unions, find Keyblade wielders with potential, and create an entirely separate organization. Then, like the seeds of a dandelion, let them fly to another world. They will keep the light alive. Getting into those fights will cause harm to those precious babies of yours. Once your babies are born, I will take them as my apprentices to become the best warriors.” 

“You really think that...I'm the right person for this? That my daughters will help?” 

“Ava, trust me,” he gently admonished her. Ava looked down at her pregnant tummy but then quickly raised her head again.

“I understand,” she said. The Master nodded quietly at her decision. When Ava left, she spotted Mukuro and immediately knew what she was going to ask. 

“I don’t know where Luxu is,” she said to her. 

“You have to tell him. We all know how much of a liar my father is,” Mukuro replied. She was right. The Master has lied to them their whole lives. 

“I-If I can’t find Luxu, what should I do? Should I have girls somewhere else?” Ava asked, terrified of what might happen. Would she have to raise them somewhere else? Give them away? 

“Possibly. But he might hunt for them. As much as I hate to admit it, but I think the best option is to give them up to a family that can hide them from him.” Ava was heartbroken. Just the thought of giving up her daughters was too much for her. She had to find Luxu before it was too late. 

                                                         ☽✧☽✧

It seemed the Master of Masters didn’t notice Gula enter. 

“Master,” he called, but his teacher was completely focused on the Book of Prophecies. Gula peeked over the Master’s shoulder. “Um...Master? If you're busy, I can always come back later.” 

“Sure. Oh! No, no no, stay! Now where-- Ah, here it is!” the Master said, finally noticing his pupil. He tore out a page of the Book and handed it over to Gula as he got to his feet. 

“What's this?” Gula asked. 

“Go on, read it,” the Master responded. Gula skimmed the page the Master handed him--and then he realized something 

“This is from the Book of Prophecies. But--” 

“Yup. It's a page that's not in any of your Books.” The page had been removed from the copies of the Book that belonged to the other Foretellers. And yes, it recorded events that none of them knew--except for Gula. 

“And what's written here is...” he said. 

“Your role. You must find the traitor hidden among you, and stop them before it's too late. And in order to help you find the traitor--” Gula immediately deduced the Master’s plan and raised his head. 

“I get it. That's why you gave us all different roles, isn't it? If anyone deviates from the job they were given, we can easily conclude that they are the traitor. It's brilliant,” he said. Despite Gula’s praise, the Master turned away with a pout. 

“Way to steal my thunder, show-off!” 

“Huh?” Gula stared at the Master, puzzled. 

“It's not fair. My plan was supposed to blow your mind with its grandeur. Your jaw should've hit the floor at my sheer genius!” the Master declared, dramatically pretending to get struck by lightening himself. It still wasn’t enough to faze Gula. 

“I'm...sorry? But was my logic flawed?” he asked. 

“No, you're right. So, I guess now you've earned your time in the limelight,” the Master replied with resignation, focusing on Gula again and his voice turned low and serious. “Even though there is a traitor, act normal and keep focused. Trust no one but yourself.” 

A little nervous, Gula nodded to show his understanding. 

                                                         ☽✧☽✧

In the Master of Master’s quarters, Junko and Mukuro stood at attention in front of the Master. A lot had passed since then. A few years ago, the Master had discovered the Spirit Crystal and gifted his favorite daughter, Junko, the power of a Spirit. The Despair Spirit. Mukuro understood that there was only one crystal but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t become a Spirit. She even try to run away one time but she was dragged back and punished by the Master. 

“I bet you two are wondering why you are here,” the Master told the two girls who nodded in response. “Since my beloved Junko had been gifted with the power of a Spirit, I’m sending the two of you on a mission.” 

The Master proceeded to explain what it was that they were supposed to do, but all Mukuro could focus on was Ava and Luxu unborn babies. What was the Master planning on doing to them? Would he treat them like how he treated her and the Foretellers? 

“Do you girls understand your purpose? When I disappear, that is when you leave, understand?” the Master asked. 

“Yes, father,” the two girls responded. They bowed to their father and walked out of his chambers. There were a lot of things on Mukuro’s mind. What was her father planning? Why did she have to be sent away from her family? Her friends? Her lover. She headed up to her own chambers and prepared herself for the mission her father had assigned to her and her sister. There was no telling what he had up his sleeve for them. All she could do was let her heart be her guiding key. 

[valsilverhand]

Chillin' with the best AI out there!

[slingbees]

i do think it's worth examining why people don't like more female characters especially if they're not paragons of morality, but i DO think "you can't name any characters from childrens media" is too high of a bar to set on the "only engages with children's/nostlagic media" website. like yeah, they keep naming female characters from avatar bc they still talk about the male characters from that childrens show too. on the only watches childrens media website

also before anyone comes at me with "actually I watch things for adults, so": that's not a special skill, if it doesn't apply to you then it's not about you, you know exactly what kind of responses I'm talking about already

[primamchorus]

A Word in the Ear

The largest noble family at current, the Vox siblings are all trained in the way of being the Ears of the King. However, some of them see their role or would-be role much differently than one another. It may be a duty one is proud to bear. Or perhaps it is a burden too heavy to want to lift.

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The hallways of the Fenestala Manor were cast in a mosaic of color -- light filtered in through the stained glass windows that told their stories. The man that walked down these halls was fully aware of these stories. He had to learn about them as he grew up within the walls of Insomnia. Each stained glass window depicted the myriad tales of the Oracles of Tenebrae throughout each of the generations.

He paused. He paused where he always seemed to on this route of his patrol.

There was a more recent stained glass window that had been installed over the last year. The man found himself surprised every time he looked upon it.

Upon the glass was a rendition of the current Oracle taking center, her hands locked in prayer as the sun's rays shone down upon her. Below her was the Oracle who could have been -- the Oracle who passed away. The Oracle who passed away was depicted as sleeping peacefully within the soil. Sylleblossoms surrounded the living Oracle.

Life within death. That was how the man viewed the imagery of the sylleblossoms surrounding the Oracle who lived. That, and the idea that the former Oracle was there to watch over and protect the younger.

That the Niflheim Empire would have allowed such a project… Word from higher up was that it was to keep Tenebrae from acting out.

So they claimed.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. The man adjusted his posture, and he steeled himself. For a moment, he considered straightening out his uniform that marked him as a high ranking official of the Niflheim Empire. The rhythm and the notable ‘clack’ indicated someone that either worked as one of the members of the Tenebraen council, or one of the residents of the manor.

The footsteps came to a halt, and the man soon looked over. A soft sigh of relief fell from his nose as he saw who it was.

“Lady Lunafreya,” the man greeted. He had conditioned himself not to do more than a stiff greeting -- much as he would have liked to have shown her the respect he felt she deserved. “It's unusual to see you without an escort.”

Unusual still was it that the manor grounds were so empty of even the few magitek infantry programmed to patrol them. Even if it was agreed that the manor would have only a couple dozen MT units, the man was always on his guard to play the part he threaded himself into.

“I've no need of them on my way for lunch,” Lunafreya replied. The man noted her well kept appearance; how she kept her hair pinned back, and her face applied with just some concealing makeup to hide any blemishes or proof of crying. Her clothes were also carefully picked and matched. She looked far too put together for a simple afternoon meal.

Lunafreya’s attention went to the window after she settled close to the man.

“You seem to pause here often, Aestus.” It was a casual observation from Lunafreya. Her voice was quiet so as not to travel to unwanted company. “Do you perhaps mourn for Stella? You knew her when you were children, did you not?”

“... We were close friends,” Aestus replied, equally as quiet as Lunafreya. His shoulders heaved with a silent sigh. “Part of me wants to be glad that she doesn't have to suffer through this. At the same time, her passing and the toll it took on Ravus still leads him to poor and brash decisions.”

“Ravus shows naught but contempt for me at times since Stella's disappearance.” Lunafreya’s gaze grew distant as she looked upon the stained glass mosaic for herself.

Aestus noted Lunafreya’s wordage and frowned slightly. He found it heartbreaking that she held onto hope that Stella was somewhere out there. However, he bit his tongue and stayed silent. He could only imagine that her hope was necessary under the conditions in which she lived.

“I can never be the twin that he lost, and he must view me as a villain for ascending to Oracle and taking her place in that respect…” Lunafreya continued. She drew her hands together, her attention never once leaving the mosaic -- or rather, the part of the mosaic that showed the Oracle who would have been.

“I wouldn't ever say he views you in such a way. He still cares for you.” Aestus returned his own gaze to the mosaic. “He lacks the ability to manage his emotions in a healthy way. But…he definitely still cares about you. If anything, he despises the thought of losing you, too.”

A soft hum of consideration was heard from Lunafreya. “I shall take your word for it. After all, the most I know these days are the walls of my gilded cage. Much as I would like to know the workings of my brother's mind, I can't say I know much more than the coldness of both his gaze and words in the time that he has become a tool for the Empire.”

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation between them as Aestus mulled over Lunafreya’s words. Her last statement struck him, and he cast his gaze downward to the marbled floor beneath him. Parting his lips, he finally replied, “hearing you say that makes me wonder if my wife and sisters think the same of me. You voice the concerns it pains me to think they might have in regards to me.”

“My apologies…” Lunafreya’s voice fell into a quieter tone.

“No, it’s nothing to apologize for.” Aestus drew himself back up into an attentive posture. “If anything, your concerns having been voiced so plainly remind me what I’m doing this for.”

Lunafreya flicked her eyes in Aestus’ direction before she looked back upon the mosaic. “I harbor no doubts of the capabilities of you and those back in Lucis who champion the same cause. I’m sure those you hold dear are fully aware of the stakes. Both for you and your home. I thank you for the risks you take each day in being here.”

A low scoff of amusement fell from Aestus’ lips.

“Have I said something funny?” Lunafreya asked, genuinely curious in her inquiry.

“It’s not that…” Aestus started in response. “The reassurance is appreciated. I just… Perhaps you should do well to heed your own words when it concerns your brother. If anything, perhaps play along with whatever he continues to show you in the way you know how.”

It was Lunafreya’s turn to scoff softly. Silence lingered once more between them. And then, turning toward Aestus, Lunafreya’s lips curved into a forced smile. “I fear I'm late for my lunch. I'm in need of an escort, after all. You’ve given me much to think about.”

The hint was more than obvious, and Aestus nodded in response.

“Of course. On your way, then, Princess…” Aestus swept his hand forward before Lunafreya started walking once more. Behind her, Aestus walked, ensuring a more tolerable venture for the Oracle.

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“Prince Noctis!” A young woman hurried along the walkway that led up to the Jewel of Lucis apartment building, waving to grab the prince’s attention. Her black hair was drawn back and pulled into a more professional-looking bun. She was dressed in a suit and pleated skirt, black in color, and her eyes were a bright green. In her other hand, she held a sealed envelope.

“Vera… What is it?” Noctis slowed his pace, his uniform looking lazily thrown and kept upon his person since getting back from his classes. He was without his usual company of the future Arms, which led Vera to believe they were preoccupied with other obligations.

“A report from my brother,” Vera replied, holding out the sealed envelope. It bore the Niflheim insignia upon it. The seal filled Vera with no amount of pride, but his work was just as necessary as hers. Even if she worried constantly about the ‘what if’s and ‘if that’s of his position being stationed in Tenebrae.

Reaching for the envelope, Noctis gave a slight, purse-lipped nod while then tapping it on his opposite palm once he took it. Vera knew this look of his; a common expression when he received something he was not looking forward to looking at. Certainly, it was no delivery of a red journal from a peculiar black dog, but it was still something that needed his eyes all the same.

“Has my father been made aware of Aestus’ report?” Noctis asked, turning his attention back toward Vera.

“Lyra has made her delivery to the Citadel so that our father can give it to the king’s hand himself,” Vera replied. She brought a hand up, idly brushing her bangs out of her face. “But, um…if you want the more heartening news that I'm sure you're more interested in: Aestus has told us that Lunafreya at least walks the Fenestala Manor grounds with some freedoms at least.”

A relieved sigh left Noctis.

“Yeah? That is good, at least… I hate thinking Luna has little to nothing to do while the Niffs have control over Tenebrae,” Noctis said. He tapped the envelope a couple more times against his palm before holding it up. “But I'll have a look at this. Thanks.”

Giving a small nod and then a slight bow, Vera waved at Noctis. “I'll leave you to it, then, Prince Noctis. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on. Not to mention school work that needs tending to. Tell Ignis I said ‘hi’ when he swings by!”

“Yep.”

With Noctis giving the final word in their brief meeting, Vera turned back toward the pathway that led to the parking garage to get into her car and drive back home. She dared not turn back to see what Noctis was doing -- if he tore open the envelope after she departed, or was saving it for when he ascended the apartment building to deal with it in the comfort of his temporary abode.

Once within her car, Vera brought an earpiece up and inserted it. She dialed a number on her phone and waited as it rang. Once the line was answered, Vera perked up.

“Nebby?” Vera greeted, a wide smile upon her lips. “Just got done with my errand. Did you still want to head out for some lessons?”

“Aren't I getting too old for ‘Nebby’? It sounds like such a kid's name,” came the response from the other end. “I'm almost thirteen! I can become a Crownsguard at this age like you, Lyra, and Aestus!”

“Alright, alright… If you don't want to be called ‘Nebby’ anymore, I'll just call you Nebula,” Vera said, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car. “Still, are you up for some hanging out in the city and getting some extra training in? I have some vouchers for that gelato stand you like.”

A snort was heard from the other end.

“You sound like you're looking more forward to it than I am,” Nebula replied. “But…getting something from Gellati's does sound good. I guess.”

Vera balked as she exited the apartment's parking garage. “‘You guess’?” Vera parroted. “Well, then I guess both these vouchers are for me.”

“No! It sounds very good, actually!” Nebula quickly said. “I'll be at the citadel.”

“Good. I’ll brief you on our training regimen when I come pick you up.”

“Do we always have to be training? Can’t we just take time to enjoy ourselves a little? This could just be a day out for us as sisters to have fun and grab a cold treat on a hot day.” Nebula’s tone indicated some form of exhaustion, and Vera could picture the pout on her face. Vera could agree with Nebula’s wants and desires -- after all, Vera herself remembered when she voiced the same request in perhaps even the same tone to their elder brother once upon a time.

“I wish it could be different…” Vera replied. She kept her eyes trained on the road, doing her best not to allow her mind to wander too much. “Tell you what, though… We have the rest of the evening, I'll take you to the arcade and we can binge all the junk food we want after just a couple hours of our training. How's that sound?”

Nebula laughed from the other end.

“Okay, deal. That sounds awesome.”

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The citadel was a lonely and miserable place as far as this teen was concerned. Much as she felt that was the case, she walked down the dark hallways, lit only by what felt like depressingly dim lights. In her hand, she held an envelope that bore the insignia of Niflheim.

Pausing, the teen looked at the envelope. It was so tempting to open it and view the contents within. She was not privy to the secrets it held. Not like her older sister. Being in possession of such concealed information made the secrecy of all of it that much more alluring to her. However, she sighed and restrained herself. It would have done her no good to get scolded by her father, let alone her sister.

Continuing down the hall, the teen soon came to a large, ebony door. She took a cursory glance around, almost as if uncertain she was at the right place even though she had walked these halls many times. She then read the placard upon the wall next to the door, scanning over her father's name in clear, crisp letters: PAX VOX.

Lifting a hand, the teen soon rapped her knuckles against the surface. No matter how hard she steeled herself for the response, however, the sudden, loud click of the door opening gave her a slight start. Thankfully, she was always able to recompose herself before stepping into her father's office.

“Lyra. I assume you're here with news from Aestus,” Pax said, almost surprised to see the young woman at his door. He loomed over his daughter, his figure wiry, yet imposing. His grayed hair was in the familiar style of a neat coif, and his black, Lucian Council uniform was perfectly snug upon his person.

Pax's appearance seemed a relatively far cry from Lyra's. She had thrown on a blazer, not having cared to adjust the shoulder pads evenly -- only comfortably. Her button up underneath was wrinkled around the collar. Her hair was in a low, messy bun, only barely hiding that she briefly brought a brush through it to tame any obvious tresses.

“... Yeah. It came in just this morning from one of our couriers,” Lyra said in response, doing her best to keep the tiredness out of her voice. She held up the envelope, passing it off to her father. Her eyes lingered on the envelope for a time, her attention more fixed upon the insignia of Niflheim than the whole envelope itself.

It was then that a question bubbled forth: “... Aestus will come back home, right? Safe?”

A frown creased onto Pax’s face, and he turned away from Lyra to return to his desk. Silence made itself known in the room, the only noise being the chair rolling out from under Pax’s desk as he took a seat. All the while, Lyra stood there, unsure if she should say anything further or simply excuse herself at that point.

“... I won’t try to instill a sense of hope, Lyra. If you have to ask, then you know full well the risks involved with his role at the Fenestala Manor…” Pax replied. “It doesn’t please me to think that your brother could come back in a bodybag, or not at all. He could come back missing limbs, maimed, bloodied, and broken…and I would take that over having him killed.”

Lyra looked down at the carpeted floors, her frown creasing.

“All we can do is have faith in his capabilities and what we’ve all trained to become,” Pax went on to say.

“Right… Of course…” Lyra quietly said in acknowledgement.

A sigh fell from Pax’s nose.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, Lyra. I know you and your sisters are close to Aestus -- and I simply don’t blame any of you with how it fell to him to look after the three of you,” Pax said. “I want desperately to tell you that everything will be fine. The truth is, that’s something even we can never know until we have the truth shown directly to us.”

“Yeah, I know…” Lyra said, her voice barely audible at this point. “I just…wish we didn’t have to do any of this.”

[sparklecryptid]

My brain out of fucking nowhere: Oc-insert as lunafreya-

[valsilverhand-archive]

Watching.

[f-cat]

Hello!

I just wanted to remind you all who are following up on requests that I genuinely can’t get to them all, only maybe a few at a time. I see them and am not responding because they get removed if I do.

I can’t do them all. :)

I’m not a full-time artist and have a regular career, so please excuse me if I can’t get to yours. Just to prove I’ve seen your requests, here is everything from my inbox so far in no particular order:

Ms. Marvel

Warcraft Elf Feet

Lara Croft

Magik

Jubilee

Storm

Ahsoka X

Bo-Katan

Rio Morales (Game)

Rio Morales (Movie)

Rogue X

She-Hulk X

Supergirl X

Powergirl X

Powergirl being tickled

X-23

Shanna the She-Devil

Jill Valentine X

Claire Redfield X

Atom Eve

Sif (God of War)

Ashelin

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Honey Lemon

Gogo Tomago

Aunt Cass X

Rapunzel

Padme Amidala

Princess Leia

Raven

Starfire

Blackfire

Myself / FCat X

Gwen Stacy (Comics)

Gwen Stacy (Movie)

Spider-Gwen (Movie)

Mary Jane (Game)

Mary Jane (Comics) X

Captain Marvel

Black Widow

Bishop

Andi X

Marika

Ulf (OC) X

Shadowheart (again)

Karlach (again)

V

Panam Palmer

Judy Alvarez

Songbird

Hera Syndulla X

Jinx X

Vi X

Rinoa (Final Fantasy)

Quistis (Final Fantasy)

D.Va (a lot of requests)

Kiriko (also a lot)

Ana

Mercy (3 of her)

Widowmaker

Mei

Brigitte (A lot)

April O’Neill (Fortnite)

A bunch of other models from Fortnite (3)

Ellie (The Last of Us Part II)

Yotsuyu (FFXIV)

Random woman

Elsa X

Anna X

Nani (from Lilo and Stitch)

More Wonder Woman

Tsunade

5 different anime characters (I can’t do these)

Superhero OC (1)

OCs from friends (2)

Ysh’tola Rhul

Gentiana

Lunafreya

Bayonetta or Samus Aran

Korra

Asami

Princess Zelda (Twilight Princess)

Princess Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Princess Zelda (Skyward Sword)

Princess Zelda (Tears of the Kingdom)

Princess Zelda (My choice, apparently)

Darth Talon

Scarlet Witch being tickled by Agatha Harkness

Tifa Lockhart being tickled

Smothering Room Shenanigans

Old Tickling Renders

Do you RP - No

Do you RP - No

You’ll likely recognize yours. Thank you for being patient with me.