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HIATUS

// As if my 6+ month absence doesn’t spell it. I don’t know when I’ll be back here to be honest. You can find me at my FFXIV OC blog @calledbeyond and @scarletrotted nowadays. 

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𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢. 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 ��� 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵.

Independent / Private / Selective Malenia, the Severed from Elden Ring Portrayed by P.H.

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anon love AWAY! *showers you and your muse with flowers (and if you’re allergic, you get a cute paper flower instead)*

// Aww thank you, sweet anon. Sending you some love as well. <3 <3 <3

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necrofntasia:

before the thought may bloom even further she cuts in; ❝ thou will seek naught else but the cold. ❞  the words are far from bitter, but they do split the air in half, in an all too precise coordination. as if she had splintered down these purposeless musings long before, whether conjured up by her own chest or by another. she is leaden, yet free. the scent of mould still clings onto her cloak.  you will find naught. dried. parched. damp. the world withers on, its fraying edges torn and heavy, but so very light. it is a different weight than the flame, something which trickles and never tethers, never subjugates her to the will of fire. 

once before, never again. never. 

friede was no keeper, she held no key and no lock. she would quietly, almost pityingly, save this one from themselves as she did the forlorn, as she did to many others. ❝  or perhaps … ❞  thin lips press together, the obscured sight of her eyes hiding furrowed brows and a vacant stare.  ❝ … perhaps that is what thou seeks, stranger? ❞ beyond her veil, her makeshift caul, she looks upward towards the other shadowcast flame. 

Sister Friede ( @necrofntasia​ )

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There is gentleness in the cold just as there is bite. Sona stops herself from jerking back at the other’s approach. A sense of cutting contempt, cold, hardened steel that slices the silence. The recoil nearly surprises Sona, herself, that her bravery had led her thus far into a world of the forlorn; home of the lost to freeze and shrivel against unyielding winds. Sona lowers her head, a shaky nod follows as she lifts her hands to gesture a more proper response.

‘It is my strong belief that there is something to be found amidst the lost.’

She briefly pinches the edge of her sleeve. 

‘Are you a guardian to this realm? Surely, you are not a god.’

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bcwblade:

You wouldn’t think it just looking at her, but Yurie had a way with words. She was far from talkative but her penchant for packing a bundle of subtext into a few modest words was honestly impressive. With all the undermining and backstabbing between the academic types, he figured it was something of a learned talent for her own safety… and apparently his own. Normally they had the privacy of her quarters, where she could at least speak semi-candidly, but she cited that she was needed for an ‘observation’ and turned him away. 

Was someone aware of who he actually was? Aware that they were trading in information some might consider sensitive? She punctuated her reason with a beleaguered sigh rather than her typical glint of interest for any academic venture; it was essentially an overt distress signal for how obvious it was to Simon, it was reason enough for him to accept her request that he go away and keep his distance until further notice. 

But the thought of leaving her to fend for herself was an unpleasant one, one that slows his retreat and leaves him ruminating at the doors of the cathedral. Even if some Choir members knew he was a hunter, for what reason would they assume anything sinister? Had they not been careful with the material they poured over? Had they not made sure to return everything he… procured to its proper place? 

The mounting suspicion towards any and all choir members means that when he finds that the one who tapped his shoulder is a figure clad in white robes, his response is a suspicious glare ( thankfully masked by his blindfold ) and a frown. Simon quickly reasons that it’s better to play it as though she startled him rather than any personal grievance and manages to let out a sigh, both to ease her and push down his frustration. “Ah, these nerves of mine… Apologies, miss. You did nothing wrong. Just these rampant thoughts taking all sense away from me.” 

She said nothing, only giving him a nonverbal gesture to invite him inside… Which would be ignored by any man wearing a blindfold. He opted not to make this exchange any more difficult than it had to be. “Did you say something? No, perhaps you showed something? Terribly sorry but ahh, if you could lead me inside? These eyes of mine don’t do well with bright light I’m afraid.” Photophobia: A common enough symptom among those with collapsed pupils, you needn’t be a scholar to know that much. 

Did she see him with Yurie? Was this person sent to pry some answers out of him? He would expect a rather soft touch if she planned to do so within the walls of the church. Perhaps he could find some answers for himself. 

Simon the Harrowed ( @bcwblade​ )

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Sona felt a surge of embarrassment concentrated in her stomach the moment he had mentioned his eyes. Her hand drifts to the side of her face where her fingers press against her lower cheek as she listens to him. Lips part slightly and brows quirk underneath the cap as she takes in what he had said. Yet, as he proceeds, a sliver of relief comes over her when asked to lead him. Sona’s hand slips from her face to join the other to gently secure his hand. 

Their steps resound with soft clicks and shuffles against the smooth floors as she guides him towards her direction. Her hand would occasionally traverse towards his elbow as a form of reassurance that he is in her good care. Once they have reached outside one of the open rooms, Sona pulls a hand from his arm and places a palm against his shoulder to gesture for him to remain where he is. Withdrawing the other hand she presses it against the other shoulder to signal it one last time before turning and darting into the open room. 

Sounds of shuffling items, bottles and metal clashing against one another resounds as she delves into the supplies. Wooden boxes carried, lightly tossed, and haphazardly placed can be heard in the mix. Then there is silence, without softer rustles trickling through. An elated sigh escapes her as Sona carries a folded blanket in hand and makes her way to the beggar. Treading loudly enough that he may hopefully hear her steps, she makes her return known as she strides to him. Unfolding the blanket, she drapes the fabric over his shoulder and tugs the ends towards her so it remains snug on his person.

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ACCENT MEME 

1.) what's your name & username?

2.) where are you from?

3.) what's the time where you are?

4.) pronounce the following words: meme, pepe, doge, sudoku, espresso, celtic, açaí, dr. seuss.

5.) what's your favorite pizza place? favorite pizza topping?

6.) what's your favorite dessert?

7.) what's your favorite food? what food do you hate?

8.) what's your favorite tv show? which show were you into, but then got out of?

9.) what brand is your phone?

10.) do you speak a second language?

11.) how do you define a group of people when you're talking to them? do you say 'guys', or 'dudes' or?

12.) what harry potter house do you most identify with? if sorted by pottermore, did you agree with the one you got?

13.) is there something you should be doing right now but are procrastinating?

14.) now that you've talked about what you need to be doing, go do it!

tagged by: @of-forossa // Thank you!!! 

tagging: Anyone who would like to do this!

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// Hiii, hope you all are doing alright. As you may have noticed my lack of activity on here and @calledbeyond, I’ve been incredibly busy with my job and other life things. Recently, the bf and I have signed a lease for an apartment and we are moving November 20th!! :D

So from here, activity would certainly be much more limited than it already has. I’ll see what I can do in terms of replies but most of the stuff I’ve been putting out has been developmental for my FFXIV OC. Still, I’m always down to talk in ims and discord (mutuals, feel free to ask). 

Take care of yourselves. <3 

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“𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴?”

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰꜰxɪᴠ ᴏᴄ ꜱ’ɪʀɪ ᴍɪᴋʟóꜱ

Ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　Ｐ．Ｈ．

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“𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴?”

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰꜰxɪᴠ ᴏᴄ ꜱ’ɪʀɪ ᴍɪᴋʟóꜱ

Ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　Ｐ．Ｈ．

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// @vilestblood has reminded me how much of a shit Sona's etwahl could be. Crack content..but what if talking etwahl? 👁👄👁

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              𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤                                      to merely behold you as we lie down together

                                                an indie multi muse, beloved by sea.

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“𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴?”

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰꜰxɪᴠ ᴏᴄ ꜱ’ɪʀɪ ᴍɪᴋʟóꜱ

Ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　Ｐ．Ｈ．

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// So I have a blog for an ffxiv oc in the works. Trying to get her up and running well before Endwalker.

I had sworn off writing any oc's many years ago but here we are. I've just been inspired by some of y'all to try again.

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// I just realized something. So those who got sucked into the Hunter’s Nightmare have been suffering quite a bit only to be subjected to an endless cycle of it, aside from those who also supposedly took blood from Kos thus violating her. 

The celestial mobs and Emissary are in the dream in the Upper Cathedral area while the Living Failures, subjects in the research hall, and the research hall itself have been placed there since they’re beings in agony in a place that creates and fosters it. 

Technically, given Sona’s history and her work, she could have been taken into the Nightmare as well. I’m also believing that she’s most likely suffering from a good amount of brain damage from Ebrietas which causes her overall health to continue to plummet since she carries the guilt and trauma from her work each day. 

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rosmcrinus:

☾* ░    ❝ — I am preparing to rest for the day. Would you like to pray with me? ❞ She asks, nodding at the seat next to her.

Yurie the Last Scholar ( @rosmcrinus​ )

Sona’s head angles at the sudden announcement of respite but is quick to follow with a nod. Pulling the skirt of her robes, she smoothes the fabric as she takes the open space besides her colleague. Gentle shuffles from the cloth paves way for a sigh that breezes through Sona’s nostrils. Her overall posture relaxes in the rare quiet that encapsulates the chapel and in Yurie’s company. Sona’s hands initially steeple but soon opt for intertwining fingers in her lap.

They remain in silence for a time. Though facing ahead, Sona’s eyes close as she stews in her thoughts. She could feel her heart still quaking as it always had. At times it flutters when she tries to sleep and then there were others when it feels as though it could burst through her chest. Her eyes crinkle as they stay shut, her lips following suit with a slight grimace at another scarce sensation of tranquility at this moment. Eyes open and turn to the other, her hand lifts in preparation to sign.

‘What do you pray for?’