#ysera / tbt.

[eridias]

Like what if ysera tilted ur chin up with the tip of her sword (bc oracle or not she absolutely carries one, this bitch is knight coded) what then huh

[warwaged-archive]

tyrande sl threads

tyrande and shandris interactions!!!

alleria and khadgar bfa/post bfa interactions 

kelantir sl threads??? yes

tiffin would be nice too 

sl threads? sl threads

[eridias]

old lies and fireflies, carve angels on your eyes and all is undone. your words are gelignite or, just another sentimental aside.

[eridias]

@unmeiha prophesized:  ❛  you don’t have to be afraid of who you are.  ❜

COLD LAUGHTER clings to the edge of her teeth, nothing more than a brush of air parts from stained lips maroon; something like a death rattle. akin to the very same her worshippers whispered when her judgement came, red clinging to holy flesh pallid. she'd heard the very same call, over and over ( " fear not your gift vaunted child, you shall carry us up, to heaven ! we fall in your name ─── " ), and there's a silent sickness that carries; a false godhood unshaken in the wake of many sacrificed in her name, in the wake of mottled flesh marring hands and its' lingering curse.

FATALISM LINGERS in the grey of her gaze, the silver of gauntleted claws, and she regards her; she, of pink rivulets, of cherry blossom springs that'd long since drifted when fogfall came and split the seams of this world ─── night terrors swept upon it's current, a little bit too much like her, a scripture of the unholy she'd written herself. in the kindness that followed, words spoken firm, ysera recognizes a distant strength; the kind that followed a benevolence true, one she had long cut out of herself. words were easy. she'd learned her way around them much too quickly, to discern the genuine from the false, and here lingered an absolute; undeserved kindness. in turn does she softens tongue sharp, quick to lash.

❝   the dead and their silence mark me. this is not their truth, nor is it mine─── ... thank you, though.    ❞

[eridias]

send asks besties !! 🥺

[eridias]

i was thinking abt ysera's backstory (while eating soup btw) bc i do need to come up with one that's more fleshed out. & i think her and lilith sparred quite often, i think there were rogues on the outskirts of her temple where she would often sneak off to practice with the aid of lilith who'd been born into that lifestyle (also, i figure there were definitely people within the temple that had some humanity to them, before being embraced by the cult completely--- and the ones that weren't so easily taken? the ones that were able to see through, tried to protect ysera regardless? were sacrificed, mind corrupted by her hand regardless of what she wanted because their God required it)

it lends some cadence to her abilities, and if we assume that she DOESN'T immediately seek out the senobium after massacring the temple, say, it takes her a year or a few; living in what few civilizations were left, it would make sense why she's the way she is yk. so hardened & cold, not once hesitating to pull her sword out, the detachment & restraint, why she leans so well into mercenary jobs. but also, why despite it all, despite hardened bones, she is softer than she should be--- bc like w/ all my muses, there's a pendulum, and she holds onto who she is bc if becoming a God means sacrificing innocents / the complete unrepentant loss of humanity? she dont want it

i was just thinking this song fits her very well

BONUS. bad end ysera merging w her god (she can now pull a sword out of her boobs so is it really a bad end)

[eridias]

I can't tell if xiv ysera is "kinder" than ts ysera. They're like the same type of cold, though interestingly I think ysera has more of a penchant for sympathy in xiv. she doesn't have her (kind of toxic) mercenary gang to keep her stable in TS, at least to begin with bc her & lilith remeet but like.

GOD IDK I THINK SHE CARES. SHE CARES SO MUCH BUT look where that got her (staring directly at the temple leaders & followers)

[eridias]

@starvd prophesized:  lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse.  

AN ACHING BREEZE starts and sighs in the empty bar den, the distant clangor of aberrant bloodhound's drunk on cheap spirits and hollow celebrations hum as buzzards do, gratingly so, and 'neath oracle's veil do vigilant ears twitch and fall back in slight agitation; a near miss, had it not been for sharp hearing she might have missed the tell tale click and the footfalls that followed. there's a pause, a sigh harsh echoes, with shoulders tense there's an ever present jangle of silver gauntleted talons as she shifts ─── and just as the self same click of wooden door sounds, so too does the steel of longsword sound as she unsheathes it, rests the tip of it 'gainst wooden floorboards. tapping, once, twice, a warning, and with a half turn does she acknowledge his presence.

❝   is this an interrogation ? were mortal touch the cure, i would not be here.  ❞

CHORDS ROLL SMOOTH, impassive and yet no less uninviting; there was no need to bite the edges of her words, bared steel would suffice as warning enough. thankful, though she was, of his ... kindness ( to offer room and board with naught to gain, as he himself had said, wary yourself of that which proved too good to be true; and wary herself she did ) she had no plans of changing her mind otherwise ─── if he had hoped to catch her off guard in the process, then he had failed. she would not bank her hopes, nor the mind of another, on an overeager ego and troublesome curiosity. many had fallen to her blighted touch ( " O' HOLIEST OF SAINTS, YSERA ! PRAISE BE THY TOUCH DIVINE ! " ), what good was another.

❝   my answer remains unchanged, mage.  ❞