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GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

#inbox;

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        It's a b*tch convincing people to like you.

fandomless/multifandom OC

#( once more for the morning people <3 #i have a starter call already up pls go bother my oc ) #mobile;

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        It's a b*tch convincing people to like you.

fandomless/multifandom OC

#self; #( I'm doing a starter call over here and then working on stuff for luna and probably doing icons in between it all <3 )

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Alright, I did it, I made her a sideblog, the nostalgia was too strong. It's still under construction but pls go follow my girl nevertheless im love her.

#⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ i was just in the middle of an inner monologue / ooc #( i have a Problem )

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Anyway that one song that goes like "the lack of romance in my soul will turn you grey" and "if I love you, you would be the last to know" and "in me you'll find things like guts and nerve, but not the kind things that you deserve" was written about Hadley, change my mind if you can.

#( js ) #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ i was just in the middle of an inner monologue / ooc

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The nostalgia of finding That PlaylistTM of an old muse from another lifetime ;-; (And subsequently realising...she's better suited for your current fandoms than she ever was for your old one. Tiny, mighty, and ahead of her time <3 )

The basics of her story actually suit XV and XVI really good because they go as such:

She's the third of four children: oldest brother -> older brother -> Hadley -> younger sister

Her family is some kind of royalty-adjacent type. Her mother is usually a courtier or heiress of some kind; her father a trusted soldier, captain, and/or direct military adviser.

She never saw eye-to-eye with her mother, who wanted her to be something she isn't. Instead, her mother dotes on her perfect, girly, charming sister instead. Due to their father's status, her brothers have always been expected to be great without proving themselves. Having also been doted on by their mother, they grew up to be immature and selfish.

Hadley is naturally gifted in strategy and battle. The only sibling who's a worthy successor to her father. She had a really good relationship with him growing up, accounting for the fact that he was barely around due to work. She has no lasting resentment in this respect: if anything, she wants to grow up to be like him.

And she does. A brilliant warrior, intelligent, and a born leader, she's a one-woman army in and of herself. But she's also cold, closed off, insecure and desperate to prove herself all the time. Independant to a fault, seeming unbothered by the opinions of others but secretly craving the dare and acceptance she'd never dare ask for.

She's also deeply loyal to the house she serves, whether it be that of a king, duke, lord, or anything else. Because of her natural talent, lifelong training and unwavering servitude, she rises through the ranks pretty quickly.

#( im love her #maybe i'll give her a blog one day #or bring her on as a guest muse ) #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ i was just in the middle of an inner monologue / ooc

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Anonymous:

Why do I get the impression Luna deals with some form of chronic pain? Afaik there's not a shred of canon evidence for it but it just feels true yk???

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You know what, Anon? I think you're absolutely right and we need to talk about it.

Imho, one of the biggest indicators that this whole prophecy isn't going to turn out well for the people involved, is the depth of suffering required for those closest to the Gods and the Crystal. There's a real, "the human body wasn't meant to be put through this"-ness of it all. People like Luna and Noct aren't exceptional in any particular way, other than the powers bestowed on them. They're not especially fortified to handle the strain. And don't even get me started on how Luna was essentially trained from childhood to ignore her most basic needs. So let's talk about some of the more physical sideeffects that being the Oracle has taken on Luna:

Chronic Pain & Exhaution: As you said. It's probably not as severe as Noct or Regis', but I guarantee it's there. Luna's under strain 24/7, there's no way that won't take a toll on her body. We've seen how differently she carries herself after she starts awakening the gods: she slouches, can barely speak, can hardly carry her own weight. While that's more on the extreme end, I do anticipate a smaller degree of that suffering to be a part of her daily life. After all, while it's not every day she's awakening gods, that power and duty are always there.

Sensory Overload & Nightmares: Luna more than just speaks to the gods. She's almost like a conduit for them. Summoning them - both for her and Noctis - takes energy and power. Noctis even mentions at some point finding summoning in-battle to be particularly difficult. Though most of the Six were in slumber most of her life, I don't imagine that to mean they were idle. Imagine you head being filled with the echoes of the thoughts of deities. Ancient beings in your mind, speaking in languages so lost you couldn't hope to make heads or tails of. If one of the Six is feeling particularly restless, imagine how distracting that must be for her. Imagine the strange and vivid nightmares (not unlike what we see in DoTF), both imposed and incidental. Imagine the constant pull toward something else, like someone in your ear every waking moment. My personal headcanon for this is that proximity to the bearer of the Ring makes this noise, for lack of a better term, far more bearable. As a child, she once slept for eight hours straight in Regis' arms, and out of the goodness of his heart, he let her.

Lack Of Physical Self-Awareness: Have you ever been so busy, you forgot to eat or sleep? That, but all day every day. At this point, does Luna even have hunger or sleep cues? Can she even tell what she needs moment-to-moment? Part of this is psychological, stemming from years of restrictive training and the like, but part I'd imagine it's quite physical also. After a while, if you're ignoring all your needs, your body is bound to stop trying. This can lead to things such as stomache aches if she eats too much, forgetting to sleep for days on end and the consequences thereof, dehydration, headaches, dizziness, you name it.

Anyway, long story short: our girl deserves the world. Also, fuck Bahamut.

#answered; #anonymous; #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ where i stand is where i fall / headcanons

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We're also thinking about how, in her Insomnia verse, she'd help him clean his room.

#( hes so messy #he needs some help and a big hug :( ) #mobile;

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Today we're thinking about how Luna didn't know Noctis was going to die, except she kind of did and so did everyone else. She obviously doesn't know that bringing the light back to Lucis would mean the end of him (otherwise she wouldn't be planning a future with him), but she knows what bearing the weight of the crystal does. She knows that every king before him who wore the Ring steadily grew weaker and sicker until they were a shadow of their former self. But she also knows change is on the horizon. And so bought into her religious ideology is she, she believes this change is for the better. She has to - otherwise, however would she have the strength to struggle through her training? If she can only do everything right, get stronger, be the perfect Oracle, maybe she can spare Noctis that fate. Maybe she can save him, maybe he can have everything he wrote to her about and more, if only she could be enough. And so she suffers through brutal mental and physical training, little knowing the betrayal that awaits her. And when that betrayal inevitably comes, when the deity in which she'd placed her hopes would doom him one way or another - just imagine the crushing guilt. Imagine.

#( in my feelings ) #mobile;

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HC: Luna used to spray the pages of her and Noctis' journal with perfume before sending it back.

#( kicked ASS w/ my courseworks and now i have a small reprieve in which i intend to write much <3 ) #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ where i stand is where i fall / headcanons

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Psst I got the goods

#( r.ebirth deluxe edition baybeeee its doing the final install shit as we speak ) #( also replies are happening i swear ive just been. swamped. )

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#( she rly said 'and id do it again' ) #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ lunafreya

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hold

#( oh ) #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ lunafreya #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ravus

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Finally got my hands on the rebirth demo and I have but four words so far, which I have said before and will say again: Weenie Seph, My Beloved.

#( sobbing ugly tears im literally so excited )

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#( that's officially everything i was able to work on & finish over the past few days #as far as i can tell i have 7 responses remaining ) #tbd; #( clearly i've been on a xvi kick...)

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At first, the child is still. Sequestered so, sheltered in her upbringing, ‘twas not until mere hours ago she learned how people can hurt other people. And what a lesson in cruelty it was. 

 Oh, she had known of man’s greed. His selfish need to own, to possess; and that, that is the reason their community remains in hiding on the cliffscape. But it was an abstract image she bore at best, unfathomable in its entirety, even within the vivid imagination of a child. Now, there is no denying it. Not as she emerges with wide, wild eyes darting around the tent, casting her bright blue gaze upon hazards she’d never considered before. Not as she comes to her feet, the very image of the violent act that had been brought unto her retinue. 

 Pale blonde hair flows long and matted, stained with red. The front of her once-white dress clutched in two tiny fists, the colours of dirt and sweat and blood especially ugly against her porcelain skin. How very tiny she looks for so big a world.

 ❝I didn’t do it,❞ Lunafreya insists. For though she’d been taught never to lie, her one and only overriding commandment has been to keep her secret. But blessed be that she doesn’t specify what it is, because she’s a horrible liar. Her bottom lip wobbles, and she does not look directly at the kindly-seeming man before her. Like an uncertain critter leaving her burrow, she edges toward the table and retrieves a piece of fruit. 

That Elwin Rosfield should get injured in combat is a rare occurrence. And while his soldiers had been overwhelmed with concern for the young Archduke, the man himself had been ashamed of his moment of weakness, for it had been exactly that -- a split second of distraction, attention turned to shout a warning to some of his troops of an ambush behind them. His reward for his concern for the well-being of others over his own was one arrow to his shoulder, and two more to his abdomen.

For a mercy, both had missed anything vital. It was the wound to his shoulder that had scared everyone, including the physickers, given that if it had been just a touch lower... They didn't want to think about that outcome. The firebird must surely have been watching over him, and if any had doubted the blessing of the twin Phoenix feathers fixed to the man's sword as being a symbol of protection, there was no doubt of it now.

The arrows had been removed with great care, the process more precarious and requiring more time than Elwin had energy. Now, there's naught to do but let him rest, and rest he does, mind drifting somewhere between the waking world and dreams of memories. Of Anabella's smile and gentle touch behind closed doors, in farewell and in greeting; of little Clive running towards him upon his return, arms outstretched for an embrace and deep blue eyes wide with excitement and joy. The wounds are far from grievous, but the herbal sedative does its job of keeping him subdued nonetheless, lest he tear his bandages(and worsen his injuries in doing so).

Or it was, up until the moment a calming warmth seeps into his still, heavy body, spreading throughout but centralized in the spots where the arrows had torn through him. The sensation reminds him of the Phoenix's healing fire, of that similar warmth that it exudes -- and by extension does it remind him of his father. Of the many times that his father had, during breaks in the skirmishes with the tribes of the north, visited tent after tent to check on his men, Elwin included, and would use his magic to help tend to their wounds. It was his duty as the Dominant of Phoenix to share his power with their people, and this did the former Duke do willingly both on and off the battlefield. His eyelids flutter. Despite knowing well that his father is long gone, somehow he still expects to see him standing over him, using the firebird's blessing to grant his eldest son succor.

But when those ocean-green eyes finally do open, he is met not with the sight of a person, but the roof of the tent he has been housed in for an indeterminable length of time by now. His groggy, bleary gaze shifts slowly about the area, scanning for something, anything that might grant some explanation behind the magic that had been used to heal his wounds. The foods and drink laid out on the nearby table have been indulged in, by the looks of them -- and he makes a note to talk to the medics and the soldiers in charge of resources to focus on allocating rations evenly, rather than prioritizing him like this.

At his initial assessment, he completely misses the small feet visible from behind the tablecloth. It isn't until the second look, a more careful one through less hazy vision, that he spots them, and his eyes widen. With a few grunts from the effort, the man eases himself into a sitting position; the wounds are healed, but the heaviness of his limbs yet lingers, making his movements sluggish. A bare hand moves to his forehead, pressing fingertips against the center of it, before shaking his head a few times. Once his bearings have been sufficiently regained, finally the Archduke speaks:

"You may come out, little one. I've no intention of harming you," he assures, voice as gentle and warm as his gaze is, yet there is still an undeniable trace of amusement at the fact that he has a little stowaway companion. "Are you still hungry? Please, by all means, eat -- Founder knows I won't be eating it all myself."

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❝The blight.❞

 The word sounds almost elegant on the woman’s neat accent. It appears she is not ignorant of it. It pulls her into some reverie, from which she retrieves herself a mere second later. Now is not the time to think on it. 

 In this light, she is like a doll: untouched by the perils of sunlight and the things that lurk in the dark; not a bruise or scar or mark to be found. A rarity in this world. Features youthful beyond her years contort into a frown, for she knows she cannot merely give the answers he seeks. Lunafreya rises from her perch, and Clive would be forgiven for thinking she has abandoned the conversation altogether. 

 Then, the woman returns, sustenance in her hands. As a show of good faith, she sips from the cup of water - cold and clearer than many will ever see - and eats from the bowl of freshly picked fruit, which she then passes through the bars to him. All is as it appears: the food and drink are untampered. ❝Please. Eat, drink. I realise you’ve no reason to believe me, but as long as you are here, you will be cared for.❞ She gingerly sits before the iron bars. ❝…Although it may not seem that way.

 ❝For all it is worth, I am not supposed to be here. In fact, I am the last person who should be talking to you. Forgive me, but I simply could not help myself - I had to come ask.❞ A hint of pink touches Lunafreya’s ears, and she seems rather embarrassed at her own eagerness; though to the eyes of most, she remains quite composed on the outside. ❝Is it…beautiful? The world outside this place? I have heard stories of fields made of sand, gardens that grow themselves with the weather, and mazes of trees that go on forever. I am told they are not quite so extraordinary as they seem, but…I fear my compatriots have soothed my curiosity at the expense of the truth. Bless them, how they try to keep me happy, but – I must know for certain. Is it?❞

While her tone denotes a gentler front, tension fills his bones. The scowl remains unyielding, recalling the inelegance of his capture ( and the protectiveness of the man she called her brother ). There's a level of hostility instilled by means of defense, something he can relate to, as he exacts the same measures in service to his brother. Should one find themselves foolish enough to regard them with malice, steel is their swift reward. For now, he keeps words leashed, stewing in his displeasure at the acrid reception he'd received ( yet somehow it's warranted, considering his trespass ). Instead, eyes wander to the condition of her soot stained soles, mulling over the aforementioned tale. He wonders if she speaks of Leviathan the Lost ⸻ the fabled Eikon, herald of the waves. Its existence either persists in memory and mind, eradicated from the star, or the beast purposely ensures its elusion beneath the brine.

❛   Unfortunately, we don't have that luxury anymore. As much as I'd prefer to keep your village a secret, sooner or later the Blight will be on your doorstep. That, or the empire.   ❜ Again, tension coils within. He shifts from his haunches, spine straightening at the mention of his cause. Many speak with courtesy upon their tongues, yet harbour a duplicitous veil, so he is ever cautious of her approach. While it likely stems from a natural leaning to defend heart and home, that nationalism can just as swiftly evolve into weaponized loyalty. ❛   I'm more concerned about how you know so much of me. So in exchange for your secrecy, I want answers. Who exactly are you people ?   ❜

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