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[morganaux]

“I live to serve you. Always.” 

Cheeks and eartips reddening, Morganaux nearly dropped the ornament he had been handling, holding it tightly to his chest as he gawked at Hythlodaeus. To hear such words was not at all what he had been expecting when he had asked his dear friend to do the honor of adorning the Starlight tree with its shining star.

And yet, he was far from being opposed to hearing them.

He had read words like those often in the faerietales he adored, spoken by dashing knights in grand declarations of devotion to the lords and ladies they had sworn themselves to. Though such a statement was surely made in jest— it had to have been— Morganaux couldn't help but allow his imagination to run wild, if only for a moment.

Shaking off the indulgent thoughts that had begun to take root in his mind, the Elezen held out the ornament in question, a bashful smile upon his lips. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he chuckled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. "You are my esteemed guest and I am your humble host, eager to be of service to you."

[salveticn-a]

@polylerita​ asked : Gives him a fuit gummy.

oh yum !   luck has it that he got the one that tasted like green apple -- not that he wouldn’t have wrinkled his nose at any other flavor , of course ... but he was allowed to have favorites .   whoever was the genius behind such a brilliant treat , elidibus wished to congratulate them for making his break a li’l sweeer .

“ thank you , hythlodaeus ! at least this has more flavor than my own crystal ... ”

[macrocosmic-star]

Give him a fruit gummy.

The way he gobbles on that gummy is uncanny...

"F-Fank you, Hyshlodaeush!"

[selfmademeteor]

Was the development of Meteor and Elidibus’s something that happened suddenly and took them by surprise, or was it more subtle and gradual? What prompted them to realize how their relationship had changed?

Elidibus comes back from drifting in--it's not even the Aetherial Sea properly, it's the No-Place where souls not even strong enough to be reborn go, the space between the stars--Venat, freed from the cycle, finds him there and expends the last of her energy to kick him back to the Source, which has consequences for her as well but that's a different fic.

So that's right after 6.0 ends, Meteor is still at the Baldesion Annex...not really recovering, he's mostly recovered, but he's enjoying the first time in ages where there's no pressure of anything happening, and he gets this summons from Sharlayan Customs that a stranger is asking for him but has no ID or anything.

And it turns out that it's Elidibus, who is very weak after all that's happened, can't even spell himself dry, and they just chat for a while: Meteor's primary aim is to ensure Elidibus isn't a threat and doesn't intend to be a threat whenever he recovers (which Elidibus insists will be a while), and it's supposed to end with Meteor offering him a place to stay while he recovers and figures out the world again, because he's also missing a whole hell of a lot of his memories still.

But Elidibus confesses to him: that long ago, he was head over heels in love with a man named Polaris, who was Azem before the Sundering, and who while he was very fond of Elidibus had no interest in relationships. That now, when he sees Meteor he cannot unsee Polaris, and he believes Meteor should know about this if they are to stay together, in case it changes how Meteor feels about being close to him, and Meteor says it doesn't bother him, Elidibus is hardly the first person to have gotten all starry-eyed in his presence, and at least Elidibus knows him and isn't likely to get all hero-worshippy.

So that's where Elidibus is starting from.

For Meteor it is in fact a hell of a lot more gradual: he's watching Elidibus in the Annex and out in Sharlayan interacting with people, mediating all the little squabbles of the market and the port with the same infinite grace and kindness for which he won his Seat, and realizing how much that actually means to him.

And he continues to insist the relationship hasn't changed, even though it very definitely has, on through their first kiss to the time Meteor brings the Phoinix Fledgling home from Pandaemonium, at which point Elidibus pins him down for a difficult conversation that is only on its surface about a baby bird: about what it means to exist out of one's time, and how the nature of love is to bind, for good or for ill, and about how no choice is ever made in isolation, and about the nature of purpose, why things come into being in the times that they do.

@polyleritae

[fanfic-fairyy]

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Pt. 2 and 3 , 4

Of Roses and Chrysanthemums by awesomecookies(23k)

And Ash really tried to appease his groom to be, as he was obviously not amused with what Ash had told him the first time around, He supposed anyone would be insulted when their fiancé told them that he would prefer doing anything else than be in a union with them, as if the thought was that repulsive. But honestly, he did try.

And yet, prince Eiji stared at the bouquet with horror, like the item was that revolting simply because it had come from him. He refused to take the flowers, and instead asked him with a cutting voice “Do you really hate me so?” Before walking out on him the second time around.

Now Ash would have immediately fumed at such a reaction if that wasn’t such puzzling in nature. The answer to his confusion was answered by Shorter after he relayed the events to him.

“Flowers have specific meanings here in Izumo, Ash.” He too, stared at the flowers with horror. “Red spider lilies means permanent goodbyes, like when someone dies. Giving it to someone very much healthy is like wishing them bad luck. You basically told him to go die.”

Ah.

Well, how was Ash supposed to know that?!

in the gloaming light by ADreamingSongbird(20k)

A few years after the dust settles, Ash and Eiji meander down the long road of healing, hand-in-hand. There's always another step to take, but that's not so bad, when there's someone to take it with.

Or: Ash finds that some things are better shared.

standing on the shore by kybelles(4k)

Ash finally starts a new life with Eiji by his side.

Shaking himself from the memories, Eiji sighs quietly and he slowly turns in bed. Ash’s body rearranges itself to follow Eiji and a heartbeat later, Ash willingly snuggles himself to Eiji’s chest in his sleep, his golden hair brushing Eiji’s chin.

Carefully, Eiji’s hand briefly touches to the place where Lao stabbed Ash and he feels so anxious that his hand moves again and rests on Ash’s chest, feeling his healthy and strong heartbeat.

He’s safe now, Eiji thinks sharply, feeling such an intense resentment at anyone who dared to hurt Ash. He’s with me, he’s safe, and no one will ever lay a hand on him again.

where the daylight begins by ADreamingSongbird(4k)

It's a blustery winter day when Okumura Nahoko answers the door to find a handsome American asking for her brother.

a pocket full of dreams by DuendeJunior, postingpebbles(6k)

There’s a cat on Ash’s fire escape.

(In which a cat adopts Ash instead of the other way around, Eiji is much too selfless for his own good, and certain confessions happen along the way.)

until you're everything, i have nothing by risquetendencies(3k)

“I always overthink,” he says, tone gravelly, “Just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life.”

the density of water by risquetendencies(4k)

Both boys are tired. Ash is slightly more tired, but he still craves a bath.

Secret Things by Shapeshifter99(1k)

Eiji Okumura knew many things about Ash that no one else did.

Accord by Polyleritae(3k)

Eiji’s warmth, Eiji’s kindness. He wanted desperately to curl up within it, to gulp it down greedily and allow himself to be filled with something other than venom.

in which eiji finds embarrassing stuff ash wrote about him by kain_art(2k)

Eiji's face grew pink; all he expected to see was some kind of note about an upcoming affair Ash had, not... whatever this is. Is it a love poem? it must be, Ash even called Eiji his in it so--- so that means...

He looked away from the page to where Ash was, only just realising that his green gaze had been trained on him the entire time. His face was also aflame, and he tried to conceal it by tucking his arms in closer. His voice came out tiny.

"Don't you know it's impolite to read other people's things without their permission?"

your cigarette smoke, my soap bubbles by immaturesoybean(1k)

Time always comes to a standstill when the front door of the apartment closes. Eiji can feel himself growing old anyway.

Contemplations on youth, bubble baths, thoughts about forever.

sorting stars by shape and color by selfetish(3k)

His fingers look pretty up close, so slender and knobby at the knuckles. Each of his nails are cut in neat ellipses and blush the faintest of pinks. Ash would call them delicate, but the pads of his fingers on his jaw feel terribly rough and calloused— probably from the fiberglass of his pole or reckless burns from a stove. But they hold the same charm as when they handle cameras and tend to every inch of him with meticulous care and considerate deftness. He almost leans into his touch. Almost.

Everything is tended to, even the tiniest of parts. His eyelids, the dip of his cupid’s bow, curve of his brow and his ears. He caresses his helices and behind them as if they were seashells he had plucked from gilded sand. He wipes his cheek steadfastly, enough to erase the freckles dotting there.

Ash feels completely and utterly bare.

Ash walks home, and dreams, and loves.

a sunday kind of love by selfetish(1k)

It’s three AM. Ash is convinced he’s asleep. He pinches his leg, once, twice, and feels the pangs of reality reassuring him that his feelings had been reciprocated.

“Hypothetically speaking, if I were to kiss you right now—"

“Does it always have to be hypothetical?” Eiji groans.

“No." Ash smiles. “No, it doesn’t.”

Ash realizes diners aren't so tacky after all.

4 souvenirs: no.3 tin pan alley by selfetish(1k)

“How romantic,” chirps Eiji, tilting his weight into Ash’s palm. “A kiss in the rain.”

“Check that one off your bucket list?” Ash jokes.

“Almost.” Oh. He’s serious. “Gene Kelly had an umbrella. And he knew how to sing and dance.”

Ash and Eiji ditch a gallery party to fulfill their cliché, chick-flick dreams.

[Part of a series]

midas touch by testosterogna(10k)

In which Ash is a singer and guitarist, and Eiji has time on his hands.

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{ thanks to @polylerita​ Grim now has a properly-colored flower for his adventures in [Zone 5]. }

Can’t wait for Paion to hear about his weirdly green familiar who stole one of Lahabrea’s hornses wheeze

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"I don’t think everyone can remain strong for the entirety of their lives.” Mayhap the chosen topic of conversation was one in which Aymeric would rather avoid, given the mix of feelings he had festering beneath the surface of his skin since the end of the Dragonsong War, but he was not one to shy away. “A select few, mayhap - - but to find ones self forced to remain so for the expanse of their lives is almost cruel. I believe all have the right to shatter should they need to; and have the opportunity to build themselves up, afterwards.”  

[grumpyascianteddybear]

Harmonia (Azem)

Born out in the country, Harmonia was never forced to wear the communal robes of Amaurot. Her mother was a farmer with very little atherial ability. Without the creation magic that most of their kin had, Khaya was always at a disadvantage. Though that didn't stop her father, Cicero, from falling for the woman. Granted, his family disowned him after marrying someone below him. Not that he cared, given that they were a toxic bunch.

Harmonia was welcomed into the world at the expense of her mother's ability to have more children. It was a complicated pregnancy, and at times, it seemed like the little girl they were so ready for would have also been lost. For Khaya and her father, the trade-off was worth it. Thusly, Harmonia was spoiled quite a bit as a small child.

Though she was given most things she wanted, Harmonia was still expected to work on the farm once she was old enough. The farm work was something that she found she enjoyed. Over the years, Harmonia would take on more and more of the work simply because she enjoyed it. This led to her basically taking over the farm until it was sold for them to move to Amaurot.

It was something her parents didn't tell her about until the farm was already sold. It earned them quite the reaction as she slammed her bedroom door in their faces and refused to come down for dinner. It was her father that would be the one to try and smooth things over. Something he was able to do by explaining why they were moving to the capital. He also threw in that those in the city might know how to help her better make use of her abilities.

Harmonia agreed to go, and so they were off the capitol within a few days' time. They would arrive in the Polyleritae Waterways in the middle of the night. The closed-in area was at the lowest point in the city, and she decided early on that she didn't like it. Though she would have to live with it for the moment until she could get her own place. Which would be the first thing on her to-do list.

Her first day in the city was a fumble due to her being unaware of the communal robes. Harmonia had thought her outfit was cute, and she had made it herself to boot. The bobbin lace for the shirt had taken her months to construct alone. This left her exceedingly displeased when everyone gave her funny looks and whispered as she passed.

As she reached the Akademia Andyrs, a white-haired male would confront her about her clothing. Harmonia had blinked at him and told him she had no idea about the communal robes. The growing crowd around them made her very antsy until a lilac-haired man managed to get them to clear out. Hades and Hythlodeaus helped her through the day and the many days that were to come.

I am going to leave the rest open for rp purposes. As events can change depending on the rp partner.

[ritterblood]

Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book?

mun questions / accepting

so like a canon muse that initially left me somewhat indifferent until i started writing them? probably hien, on my multimuse. i didn't hate him, by any stretch, but he wasn't my all time favorite either and some of his writing especially towards the patches didn't really help, but then i decided to pick him up because my friends kinda dared me into it and now he's one of my favorites to write sbfahfbsfh - i've definitely come to appreciate him as a character a lot more.

[turnsorrow]

“  —  I CAN HELP YOU IN YOUR EXPLORATIONS  ,  IF YOU NEED IT.”  She smiles, albeit a strangely awkward attempt on her behalf. She hasn’t adjusted to this, the calm after the storm, quite yet. Desperately, however, is she trying.  “Well, no, it’s not just that. I suppose I feel I should make an effort to speak with you properly, now that you are here.”  /  @polylerita​.

[stxrcxller]

Z'nakei's workspace is now covered in these, all meiticulously lined up to form a larger pumpkin design.

When she returned to her study with the extra books she needed, she damn near dropped them. Normally, she would be angry at both the lack of space to move around and the waste of what looked like sweets. But, absolute bewilderment drowned out anything else.

A few more seconds of stunned silence before she moved to summon the little familiar she had borrowed from Sil'dihn to take care of the mess. And then she was off to go find Hythlodaeus, not even bothering with a usual greeting and instead straight to, "What the Hells?""

[meteorwinged]

❝  a  heart’s  a  heavy  burden. ❞

Meteion rocked back and forth for a moment, thinking. "I think... I'm starting to understand that." Not very well, not yet. But she was getting there, she thought. Traveling with Lex, seeing Eorzea... It'd helped.

"Lex says that if something's too heavy, you should ask your friends to help you carry it." Meteion wasn't sure that worked for hearts, but... The thought counted, right?

"Do your friends help you with yours?"

[hadestheunseenffxiv]

Hades huffed as he looked over the things he had gathered once more. When he had agreed to show Hythlodaeus around the sundered world he hadn’t imagined what the day-to-day would be like. Of course, he desperately wished to fall back into their old dynamic but things were different - he was different.

The centuries had changed him. They had taken so much and left gaping holes in him that would surely be visible on his soul (he hadn’t dared to look, never could even back then). Every loss or failure only further enhanced the weakest parts of Hades that had always been there. Parts he had previously been able to hide much better.

So how to act now? Should he try to mimic his past self? It felt wrong to put on an act in front of Hythlodaeus. He was scarily perceptive and his superior soulsight meant he’d likely know something was amiss. Hades was afforded no more time to stew over it as he saw the outline of a familiar soul approaching the kitchen.

The decorations he’d created were subtle and more suited to celebrate the season over All Saint’s Wake specifically, but he hoped Hythlodaeus wouldn’t be disappointed. To distract himself from his nerves, Hades moved to the table and immediately began word vomiting.

“Pumpkins are a large part of autumnal celebrations.” Hades avoided the intensity of those lavender eyes and instead focused his own on the giant pumpkins and carving implements on the table. “People carve faces and designs into them for All Saint’s Wake. They’re then illuminated with candles from the inside.”

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☼ for whoever you wanna answer for...

{ send me ☼ and i’ll bold all those that apply to your muse }

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me | 

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |