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         Written by Calis.

#i've moved!

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flirt with my muse!

can be on or off anon.

#( meme . ] #do it for the lulz lads

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     Painted lips are drawn thin, as if some long since healed wound had been opened, allowing scar tissue to be torn anew and fresh blood shed. And, mayhaps, one had. It had been many a long millennia since she had laid eyes upon to Infernian, and the sight of his face stung all the same if had it been a mere century. Etro turns away, unable to bare the sight of Ifrit so near, despite her heart and flesh begging her to draw closer, to feel the ever present warmth he bore against her aching limbs after so long.

     ❝T’was not your doing,❞ she replies after a time, a tremor in her voice so unlike her. Always sure, always confident, the Lady of Chaos was no weak willed woman. So why? Why did she fall apart in the presence of the Pyre Burner? ❝You still… Tried. That was more than I could expect from or reasonably ask of you.❞

     Hands are then clasped together, fingers worrying against themselves as she stares down to them, tugging at her lower lip with teeth now blunted from their former points. Oh how she missed the days now passed. When the two of them could walk together in Solheim, their desert home rolling in never ending dunes visible from the towers.

     And never were those days to return.

     ❝I do not blame you.❞

  how long ago had it been ? it felt as though ages had passed since the empathy of the pyreburner had been rewritten as traitorous jealousy , something that stacked falsehood upon falsehood . that the bier upon which the death goddess’ true form had been lain to rest would be naught but a fire that meant to purify her before the scourge tainting her heart would plunge the whole world into darkness . they are not whole , these two . they’d died at the same place , her wing left to project into the sky as a sore reminder of what was , what had been . 

  ‘ it was not enough . it was painfully , woefully insufficient , ‘ gerra confessed , nearing her in a step , yearning to hold her as their mortal forms begged them to . or his , at least . he still remembered the day bahamut had announced this in dread , of the fate of the death goddess whom had dared to rise against him . and now , this seemed like such a cruel summation of it . grimness pulls taught on his coppery features , livid crimson eyes sinking closed .

  vengeance . gerra was already scorned as a betrayer , his brethren spurned him from them as naught but this . the one who dared defy the stars as something they saw as but petty vengeance . he remembered how he rotted in pitioss . he remembered how the disease culminated within him and gored into his core , decaying him to the quick of bone . yet -- he could never bring himself to hate her for it .

  ‘ ... what will you do ? ‘

  he asks , the wretched weight of devotion hanging heavy .

#chaoswoven #( V | PYRE PYRE BURNING HIGHER ]

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  perhaps it was some distant guilt that ached within the recessed of his chest , like that fateful time of rescue from the underworld when he finally understood the wrath of bahamut . when saying the world from a plunging darkness that had threatened to consume the world , even though it had been too late . already did it sink , the starscourge borne of hatred and vengeance . but , he is yet drawn to the goddess , a strange contention of death and flame itself, an echo of life . 

  ‘ ... i failed you . had i known , i -- ‘

@chaoswoven

#chaoswoven #( V | PYRE PYRE BURNING HIGHER ]

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poses seductively in front of him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

  ‘ you stand there , posturing , while my lap remains empty . do you enjoy tormenting me , my priestess ? ‘

#listen here ho #( ASKS | smoke signals ] #sukkubxs

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#( THE INFERNIAN | yours is the fire ] #it's britney bitch

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Requested by anonymous:

Ardyn & Ifrit.

#( THE INFERNIAN | yours is the fire ] #( BLOOD OF THE COVENANT | ardyn ] #AAAAAAA MY BOYS!!!!

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Ifrit telling a story to the lil chocobros about pitioss dungeon and lil Noctis is the only one that seems interested :D

#( EOS DIDN'T DIE FOR THIS | crack ] #ok Now i've reached terminal shitposting velocity

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revenge is therapeutic sometime you just gotta light somebody up to be at peace with the universe

#( EOS DIDN'T DIE FOR THIS | crack ] #bye felicia

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NBC Heroes - Season 1, Episode 01: “Genesis” - Mohinder Suresh

#( THE INFERNIAN | yours is the fire ] #i can't believe ifrit exists irl #Unimaginable...

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this blog is now a sideblog to shyielding! 

#( PSA . ] #JUST THOUGHT I'D SAY

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Headcanon Dump

(Please note that this tidbit comes from Cathy_au & mindseye0444 from thr Pitioss Revelations thread] In this, the Omen Trailer is actually allegorical to Ifrit’s own descent into the Underworld when he was saving Eos, and that the segment denoting Luna’s death by Noctis parallels how Ifrit may have mercy-killed Eos out of compassion–flawed as it may have been–or rather, it may have been a mistake when he’d been nearer to the surface and infected with the Scourge. As it was shown that he’d been desperate to escape, probably delirious, it’s possible he may have killed Eos in the way Noctis is shown to have Luna–bolstered by the fact that both women were slowly dying from the Scourge.

(Originally part of the REVELATIONS thread, but specifically added to by knixion on Reddit] The cave the Chocobros encountered is actually where the Crystal was wrenched from Eos by Ifrit (as evidenced by the burns on his arm], as shown by the remnants of fossilized arteries and crystal shards the match the hue of the Lucian Crystal. Had this not been done, the last of Eos’ light would’ve been extinguished and eternal night would’ve descended much earlier.

As also stated in the thread, the crater Lestellum is built over & Taelpar Crag Gladio & Cor traverse to are the entry & exit points Ifrit made with meteors in order to get to the Underworld.

While it is said that the one who wielded the Sword of the Wise raised the first Wall, this is not the same Old Wall constructed during Izunia’s reign.

#( HEADCANON . ]

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Headcanon: Pitioss & Purpose

  Pitioss was not always the labyrinthine ruins it would become known as. In the very beginning, it had once been completely linked to the Underworld where Eos had been interred. It was through that portal that Ifrit first plunged into the Underworld to free Eos of her imprisonment, especially during the time when Solheim had doubled her incarceration as a pitiful attempt to both keep her alive and siphon her energy through the elaborate Disc of Cauthess that had served as a sundial capable of harnessing the sun’s energy and storing it in massive wings of mythril. This went on for many years, until Ifrit finally barged past both Titan and Doomtrain to find Eos and bring her to surface. However, once this had been done, Pitioss became sealed from contact with the Underworld/Astral Realm and instead became an empty, fathomlessly hollow pith wherein Ifrit constructed Pitioss Ruins as a shrine and memorial to what Eos had endured, else she be erase from history as her oldest son had been.

#( HEADCANON . ]

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dawn filters through winter glass, warming the stone that lay ‘neath her bare-feet. she grows careless by sunrise, doused in dreams she does not care to remember & a joy that trembles along lithe fingertips. the morning was her sphere. her silent kingdom beheld by all & adored by all. she cannot help but smile when the low baritone of his voice reached her ear.

❛ they are eager to start the day, do you blame them ? ❜

it is beautiful.

  though a vernal radiance is cleft through the remnant of a fading night , the gentled dawn is one that is better warmed when the infernian embraces her petite form near his own , rest angular jaw along the lithe line of her own shoulder . ‘tis a brightness one cannot observe without , a waking kingdom shrouded in vales of mists colored cream , alight with sun-tinged gold . so is a sight best seen in lieu of another , side by side .

  ‘ mm , not exactly , but you cannot fault me for wishing for a few moments of peace with you , my love . ‘

#croceos #( V | GODS & KINGS ] #u g ly c ho king noises #what is this #it's so fluffy i'm gonna di e

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so little joy hath he, one who is as humble as the midsummer haze that oozes in from the east. he will forget the joy of which she speaks of soon enough. they both shall for nothing beautiful ever lasts ; lilies fade over time, crocuses all but wither & die ( mayhap she too will be out amongst her dead flowers, cloth wide open & feathers light  ).  melancholy pours over his cheeks, dusting them, finding some tender thing to hold before that too is snatched from his palms. nothing could ever belong to him in this lifetime only song & sorrow, the humble fires which roll off the sand.

❛  alone ?  does thou forget thyself so readily ?  ❜ she picks up her satin, her skirts, letting feathers pool around the open wedge of her toes. she walks closer, allowing honey & gold to blend.  ❛  i am not alone, loneliness is but a dream. ❜

  she seems a shock to the words he had spoken , ifrit gazing as though seeing the enigmatic meaning behind them . she was alone , wasn’t she ? weren’t they ? those whom consorted in solheim’s verdant lands and traipsed through greenery and golden hue . but even among the levity , of life’s invigorating and lovely dance does one need but peer at the dancer’s faces . a longing brews in the pith of his chest , tightening from alabaster sorrow that robs the gold and flush of her cheeks . hardly statuesque , as alive . a wicked desire to embrace and press a kiss to her brow ignites and flares , digits twitching to remind her of brightness and how she is not , should her eyes come to glance upon those cherry-red . she is spring and he is summer , and so beautifully are they complemented . 

  ‘ do you suggest loneliness in myself ? ‘ he suggests plainly , though it is not unkind . ifrit lingers nearest the maiden , canting head spilling ebony tresses over broad shoulders that mount a wall betwixt hem , gazing to gold and searching , searching those honeyed wells . ‘ is this a dream , then ? or are we awake ? ‘

#croceos #( V | TYGER TYGER BURNING BRIGHT ] #me: today is going to be nice! #me now: i Regret

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begins stacking a house of cards on. don’t move

muse is bored. send halp. 

#same tb #h #( EOS DIDN'T DIE FOR THIS | crack ]

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SHIPPING MEME!

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: @immortalaccursed TAGGING: @tiiamate, @croceos, @daemonmade

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?

EOS/IFRIT TO THE UNDERWORLD AND BACK AGAIN BABY (blame @croceos tbh]

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Anything goes, really! Just, stick to what’s on the tin (ala, in my rules] and there won’t be any problem. Well, okay--not smut (b/c asexual Ifrit hecka yah], pedophilia, sexual triggers, etc. Again, da rules my guy--thry’s neat.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Okay, no muses under 20 (or physically/mentally so if immortal] because I just...I can’t go any lower. No siree bub.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Well, I am dual-ship so--yes? Thing is, I’m easy to approach and pretty agreeable when someone proposes it first, but if you’re expecting me to say something first...boy do I have news for you. Usually, when it falls on me, I tend to wait for MONTHS even after us muns have become friends & we’ve threaded a lot with clear chemistry--I don’t handle rejection all that well, hence the extreme biding.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

He’s too ace for that lmao

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

 There’s literally one other person Ifrit’s admittedly crushing on, but since it’s ME, watch it take five million years to happen if at all. Otherwise? I will famship Ifrit with Ardyn & Izunia to my GRAVE.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Honestly, yes. Please validate me.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Chemistry man...chemistry...

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  

Ya

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

EH--it vascillates a stupid lot. Some days it’s all I want to write, others I want nothing to do with it.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Aside from Eos/Ifrit, I ship Nyx with Noctis something BAD.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Approach me first my guy. Or if we do this my way, build an OOC friendship, thread/plot with me tons, and wait until it’s so sure we’re like those annoying friends who know who our muses are crushing on from OUTER SPACE.

#( OOC . ] #ah yes...the spazz...