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phoenix-flamed · 15 hours
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Rufus's dog will always be named Dark Nation in my heart.
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phoenix-flamed · 4 days
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Sometimes, you dig out a box that's been in your room for almost a year, and you open it for a cool surprise.
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Apparently I am the proud owner of a Loghrif mask.
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phoenix-flamed · 5 days
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Sorry for not being around much lately, and even moreso for not writing all the things I want to write yet. It's just A Time. There's a lot going on, and I once again promise I'm not ignoring anyone.
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phoenix-flamed · 8 days
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11.03.2011
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phoenix-flamed · 8 days
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phoenix-flamed · 9 days
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Head empty, no thoughts. Gonna force myself to write later though, once I'm more awake -- maybe that'll distract me from everything under the sun that seems inclined to go wrong lately.
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In the meantime, have an icon of Miles that I will never have a reason to use, but love and therefore need to toss it out into the wild.
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phoenix-flamed · 9 days
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Wow, I can't believe it's The Clive Rosfield from the hit game Final Fantasy XVI
@flamebearer
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phoenix-flamed · 12 days
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Lrt I know I've probably reblogged that song already, but I listen to it so often for inspiration with my muse towards the kiddos.
Also hell yeah 2 AM feels trip!
When it came to trying to reason with Anabella, my Elwin did try to talk to her, to reason with her, to appeal to her. I admittedly take probably too much inspiration from Elwin's Inner Voice about Anabella being, "She won't listen to me."
When she refused to so much as entertain his ideas for the future of Rosaria, he adopted the same mentality he holds towards the rest of the nobility: show them, make them see for themselves if they refuse to listen. That way they won't be able to deny the merit of your choices and ideas.
How this translates to how he is with Clive and Joshua, especially Clive, is that he wants them to show everyone how great they are and what they're capable of. He already knows that truth; he's always known, and has never doubted them for a moment. But if others can't or refuse to see it, and if they won't listen to him about it, then the best course of action -- in his eyes, mind you -- for them is to show everyone how great they are. How smart, courageous, strong, and so much more, that they are. In the case of Clive, he encourages him even more because of Anabella and the nobility's penchant for wrongly looking down on him.
Most of all, though, he wants the boys to see for themselves just how great they are, so that they'll be able to see themselves the way that he sees them: great beyond measure. Not just because of what they can do, or the roles they play -- but by virtue of them being themselves.
He believes wholeheartedly in them.
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phoenix-flamed · 12 days
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phoenix-flamed · 12 days
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Life update: I'm still alive, just vibing still. I'll be back around soon!
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phoenix-flamed · 14 days
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c ries... my boy...
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phoenix-flamed · 17 days
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Tiny update! I'm taking a teenie break for the next few days. Nothing big, and nothing important, just need a little bit to recharge my batteries!
But I figured I'd give a head's up, because I do have those replies and starters I'm going to get to once I'm back in action! I'll also respond to DMs when I'm back, too -- I promise I'm not ignoring anyone!
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phoenix-flamed · 19 days
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Me, reading Morphy's reply from Otto:
My muse's immediate reaction: go for it, Otto. I can take Kupka's men if they come calling back
Me: ............ can you not, sir
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phoenix-flamed · 19 days
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"Miles" had stopped paying attention to the time that was passing by. From the moment they had finally found Clive washed upon that lonely beach, barely clinging to life despite everything he had endured and was still enduring, the disguised father had refused to leave his side. Even now, he is sat by the outlaw's bed, hoping -- praying to that red star that no longer shines above -- for a miracle, for mercy for his eldest son.
After everything Clive has endured throughout his life... Is this really the way his story ends? It cannot be; not for Clive, nor Joshua, nor Jill. Is fate truly so cruel and unjust?
Elwin can't accept it. His mind has been racing, sifting through memories, through feelings long buried, through thoughts both rational and irrational. Just as he had been so often when Joshua was little, he is prepared to do anything he can -- no matter how far he must travel, no matter what beasts he must fell. If there are medicines and balms that can help Clive's wounds and affliction, then he need only be given a list of ingredients to procure--
And so lost is he in his thoughts, that the older man doesn't initially notice that familiar blue gaze settling upon his green-blue one. It's the voice that rouses him back to the moment. His eyes slowly widen in realization, mouth falling agape in disbelief; the fist that had been resting beneath his chin falls away as he quickly rises from his chair, nearly toppling the piece of furniture in his haste.
This reunion is something the other's father has dreamed of for so long. But now that it is within his grasp, words are failing him, leaving him drowning in a sea of emotions with no lifeline to guide him back to shore. His attempt to compose himself leads to a forearm brushing across his eyes; even as the arm lowers again, a mistiness still lingers.
"Clive," Elwin manages to gasp out. Not the most impressive introduction, but it's a start, and in this moment it seems all he can manage.
      A symphony of nature had lulled the hero into seren resignation,   the moon's florescent glow,   giving light to a brilliant trail of stars above bearing an ocean of untold stories yet to unfold before him,   the cool wind that caressed his cheek,   along with the waves that touched at his finger tips so tenderly.   He could still feel it tugging at his being,   urging him to move his weary limbs that finally gave way under the weight of countless burdens forced upon him since boyhood.   How ironic,   washed ashore   &.   refused by the waters he craved its embrace,   yet,   it is done with a grace his dear mother never took the pains to show in her selfish lack of compassion.  For a long moment he believed he was still resting on the earth's sandy bed                      only to wake into something softer,   the night's sky replaced with a wooden roof.
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   Perplexed,   he would look about him,   the figure of a man he almost didn't recognize met his gaze,   but the striking resemblance to his father proves to him the absurdity of his assumption,   somehow older than he remembers   ...        ❛❛   What cruel illusion do I see before me   ... ?   ❜❜
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@phoenix-flamed // starter !
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phoenix-flamed · 19 days
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Guess who has an ear infection? I'm working slowly on writing, but please bear with me in the meantime!
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phoenix-flamed · 20 days
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Oh. One more headcanon: my Elwin is a disaster bisexual.
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phoenix-flamed · 20 days
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Plopping useful information and random facts here, so that I can easily grab them to use as references for RPs and stuff.
Elwin's mother's name was Willow, and his father's name was Alden.
Elwin and Rodney both served as two of Alden's pages, then squires, before becoming Shields. Obviously this only pertains to my muse's history -- if any Rodney RPers don't like that, I am 100% down for not including it in RPs with them, no problem!
He earned the position of his father's First Shield at the age of 18 or 19.
Willow was the one sitting on the throne, and after Alden's unexpected passing, she abdicated the throne and lived her last few years in Eastpool.
Elwin was 22 when he took the throne.
Elwin is 6'2". This isn't really important, I just think it's a random fun fact.
His chocobo's name is Eleftherios. Yes, I'm putting this here so I can maybe kind of sort of copy + paste it in the event that I (once more) forget how to properly spell the name. He named him that because it means "free", and insert something here about the concept of "freedom" and how important it's always been to him.
The term "firebrand" is honest to gods the most perfect word I have ever found to describe my muse.
"Don't tell mother/father" was probably a commonly uttered phrase to Byron when Elwin was younger.
He does have the blessing of the Phoenix, bestowed upon him by his father upon his assuming the position of the former Dominant's First Shield.
He was like 40 or so when The Night of Flames took place. Which will forever make me sadface -- and his canonical age isn't any better at an increase of two years...
He's actually a nervous worrywart who cares too much.
He really, really loves reading. He'll read entire libraries, then reread the books all over again, and repeat the process.
His favorite story is the tale of The Founder of Rosaria; this story inspires so much of his decisions and perceptions and everything.
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