domaheir

[domaheir]

#✘ ⊰ visage ⊱ #//have you ever sEEN a more gorgeous man???

[domaheir]

kalamitys​:

❛  ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :  hien  ( @domaheir​ ) .

        𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃, initially, when she’d found him. Broken and bleeding as he was, Cirina had come to the grim conclusion that if he wasn’t dead already, he would be soon. And that was how the Doman had come to be under her watchful care. He was improving, at least. His fever had broken some days ago, marking the first good news since his arrival. Still, healing would be a long and arduous road ahead. Many of his wounds had yet to completely close and would no doubt leave scars unimaginable in time. Were Cirina of a weaker stomach, she might not have been able to handle caring for him as she had been; but though she may have been of the Mol — weak in might — this, she had the strength for.

        Cirina and some others of the Mol had helped to remove his blood-soaked, damaged clothes and armor upon his arrival, fashioning him instead in their traditional deel. Helping the Doman prince to sit up now, she wordlessly peeled aside the fabric to expose the bandaging across his torso and up over one shoulder. it was stained a dark red in places where his wounds had not yet fully closed — or rather, had re-opened. Cirina frowned. She had only changed them a day ago. ❝  We must redress your wounds again. You have been restless.  ❞ Although it is said not unkindly, there is a hint of reprimand to her tone.

        ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙʟᴜʀs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ɪᴛ. Still drawn deep into a restorative sleep, though it wasn’t without it’s unrest. The memory of the night before, the Revolution and it’s fall. Being carved like an animal by the man meant to be his political equal. Like a loop without an end it plays, reliving his mistakes over and over and over-

        The sharp sting of pain wakes Hien, wholly unfamiliar surroundings different from the battlefield he left in his sleep. Heaved panting does little to alleviate the daggers boring into the entirety of his right side. His vision sharpens as the dreams fade, a rather soft looking Xaela coming into view and- she’s reprimanding him?! Maybe the Prince of Doma would not have taken it so lightly, but if these memories still serve, he might as well be a Prince of Rubble. There was nothing standing of the Doma he knew. “Apologies.” The simple word is rasped out, the first he’s spoken in... how long had he been here? 

#kalamitys #//thank you for the starter!!! #//i hope this is okay! i can edit if you need more <3 #//i wuv Them ur honor

[domaheir]

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

#✘ ⊰ ooc ⊱ #//i'm sorry i take forever akjhasdjkf

[domaheir]

i don't care how 'cringe' or 'mary sue' you think your oc is. i think your oc is cool and i think you should talk about your oc more.

this applies to everyone

#✘ ⊰ ooc ⊱ #//listen wol is in and of itself a 'mary sue' so gimme the ocs #//WE LOVE AND ADORE OCS IN THIS HOUSEHOLD

[domaheir]

what kind of ghost are you?

Hospital Ghost

family visiting hours are over, so I’ll be right here to hold your hand. it’s not as easy to head towards the light when every room glows a sickly plastic green. I float through the fluorescent beams only to hear the next conversation upstairs; his condition is improving. yes, your heart will be just fine. stay awake long enough and the curtain thins. the rooms are never really empty. sometimes, it’s hard to tell if you can see me. can you feel the air grow thick? I’m not to blame for the way the hallways grow dark and cold; how some nurses know not to wander when the sun goes down. heavy hospital exits swinging loose like saloon doors. the monitors metronome a heartbeat, a tune my body misses singing.

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[domaheir]

          𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄.

a private and selective final fantasy xiv multimuse containing all npcs and multiple original characters / warriors of light. written and cherished by vic.

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[domaheir]

        𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋. 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋. 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋.

                 ↪ multiwol friendly. mature themes. spoilers ahead. read pinned.

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[domaheir]

#𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐇𝐀 :   Soft is the breeze that can set a petal free   and yet ‘tis the storm that doth see the petal soar,   high o'er the trees in the throes of liberty   'til unstirring skies consign her to memory     · · ·     Independent , selective, private, roleplay blog for original warrior of light  𝑲𝑶𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑼 𝑩𝑼𝑯𝑬𝑵  of square enix’s  𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑺𝒀 𝑿𝑰𝑽. In full bloom since february 2017,  as unsheathed by  𝑪𝑬𝑪𝑬.  

     𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑹       𓆩❀𓆪       𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑹

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[domaheir]

🍑     leave me whole, or let me rot

          love me sweet, or love me not.  🍑

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[domaheir]

𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞. drain what little hope you can. you can try, 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙄'𝙈 𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉!

#✘ ⊰ promo ! ⊱

[domaheir]

*template cred.                                                     as loved by chel*

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#self promo #//about to rb every promo i can find but first here

[domaheir]

tw cw for body horror, but 

do you ever think about how Hien’s scars are not just ‘i got cut’? how they were definitely carved into his skin by Zenos clearly just playing with his prey who was, at that point, helpless? Can we talk about how it wasn’t enough to simply inflict mortal wounds, but probably as an example to any who came across the body?

#body horror tw #//rbing this because i've been thinking about it again #//aNYWAY

[domaheir]

not having the energy to reach out to ur mutuals so u like their posts and hope the telepathic love gets across

#✘ ⊰ ooc ⊱ #//ha ha it me #//the love goblin

[domaheir]

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

#✘ ⊰ ooc ⊱

[domaheir]

yiqiannian​:

The Miqo'te hums thoughtfully, his red tail flicks out behind as he muses in thought—lost, more like. His ears flick ever so often, not paying attention to any person that approaches. In fact, so lost in his musings, he is none the wiser that anyone is beside him.

G'raha mumbles some things under his his breath, ruby irises glued to the tome in his hands. How anyone would grab his attention… who knows.

Spotting the peculiar Miqo’te, Hien wanders closer to find out just how lost this man could be. The tattoo upon the other’s neck tells him he is much like the Warrior of Light’s friends. ‘Scions’ if he remembers correctly.

Thinking the man will look up at any moment, the prince is more than surprised to be passed by. Needing to know what could be so important not to worry for one’s own safety, Hien decides to walk beside him, peering into the book before looking up to see a pillar heading the opposite direction.

Halting a pace behind, he grabs him by the shoulders, to stop the Miqo’te from colliding face-first into the structure, mere inches away from the edge of his book. “Perhaps it is in your best interest to sit still while reading.” Offering him a smile, Hien carefully lets go, brushing the cloth he’d ruffled back into place.

#yiqiannian #//:3c

[domaheir]

While You Were Being Heterosexual, I Studied The Blade

#✘ ⊰ musings ⊱ #//:)))))

[domaheir]

Koharu: [blanket burrito.]

Hien: I miss my wife, Yugiri.

Yugiri:

Hien: I miss her a lot.

Yugiri:

Hien: I'll be back.

#unmeiha #ship ⊰ Koharu ⊱ don’t give up on me don’t let my heart turn into stone