#light and dark starters

[stingslikeabee]

‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ---from priest (:

light and dark starters . not accepting . @firstinline

There was a special quality to the Honey Bee Inn just before sunrise - it tended to be the quietest the place ever was, considering the peculiar schedule it kept for the services offered and the clientele that frequented the location. The kitchen staff was long gone, the girls who had been requested for overnight company were in their rooms with the paying customers and the rest of the building was as still as a grave.

It had been the favorite time of the day for Lilian and Cheyenne to sneak around the place, too - even if management was different and rules introduced by Melissa did not apply back then, the gist of the business conducted at a pleasure house hadn’t changed - it was the perfect occasion for anyone looking to be alone to have any privacy with their thoughts or whatever company they chose to keep for themselves (and not for the gil received).

All these years later - and a brothel madame named ‘Melissa’ and a Turk known as ‘Priest’ were sharing the same kitchen table, although this time the cooking had been by the inn proprietress herself. It was not his favorite - she wasn’t about to make him black and blue steak just because the man had a childish craving, but the brunette did prepare pancakes with generous filings; there was even a smiley face added on top with whipped cream like they did as children when Cora was not looking, and Melissa laughed at the final artwork - a part of her contemplated adding a ‘fuck you’ for Priest’s habit of getting into the inn at such ungodly hours and making her lose precious sleep.

(A ‘drama queen’, he would call her; a ‘fake priest’ was her standard retort.)

“I am still so weak when it comes to you,” Priest whispered dramatically, fork picking up a piece of the food and then eating it with abandon and genuine delight, although there was a certain flair to his gestures. Melissa chuckled, chin resting over an open palm and leaning over the table to just watch him digging into the food - a simple thing, really, but done specially for him. Small, precious gestures - she cared.

And Priest cared enough to drop by instead of calling, too.

“For fuck’s sake, Shy - it’s just food. You sound like you haven’t eaten in days,” the madame replied, her own plate long empty but the Turk had asked for seconds; he looked famished and ate everything with such gusto that it made Melissa’s heart warm and fuzzy on the inside. As playful as his words had been - maybe he meant it.

“Perhaps I haven’t,” Priest responded with a small grin of his own and a way of arching an eyebrow that had the brunette sighing dramatically and throwing her head back - but shortly repositioning herself in front of him with a grin that was filled with pure fondness. “Maybe I should look into hiring you for a side hustle as a part-time cook.”

“Yeah, sure, running the inn is not time-consuming at all, I’m more than available to babysit a grown-ass man,” Melissa replied in jest, but her nearest hand did reach for the whipped cream - and used a moment of distraction of Priest’s to uncap it and spray some of the substance directly on his nose. There was no way she would ever catch a Turk off-guard - but Shy might have been too engrossed with food to prevent the oncoming antics from Lily.

At his (fake) outraged look, Melissa laughed scandalously; if they hadn’t been downstairs and the doors of the suites were in a different floor with sound-proof walls, she would have disturbed a client or one of the honeygirls. Priest was quick to react - he stood up and the madame saw she was in for trouble, making a run to the lounge and getting as much distance as she could before the Turk invariably caught up with her, tackling Melissa onto one of the many couches around without a moment of hesitation.

The aftermath had her giggling - the madame evidently found it all too funny until the man came closer and brushed his own nose against hers, smearing Melissa with some of the cream, too. At that - he grinned; less of a victory and more of a stalemate, but that seemed enough for Priest. The woman beneath him chuckled softly, the semi-darkness of the room making it hard for any of them to make out each other’s emotions but... Frankly, at this point, they didn’t need light sources to read one another perfectly.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Priest said in a lower, more serious voice; and despite the ridiculous situation they were in, Melissa knew what he was alluding to. Nodding, one of her hands found his face and brought him lower, enough for a kiss over sweet lips - the taste of the pancakes (and the cream) lingered; it was so nostalgic... Like coming home indeed.

“I know you did, Shy. Do you think I make pancakes for just anyone at 6am with smiling faces?” the knuckles of her right hand brushed against his cheek softly, the gesture translating the affection that their teasing words sometimes did not, “I’m always happy to have you around.”

#firstinline #v: FFVII #light and dark starters #replied #not me going back through his blog #my old replies and threads #and our discord convos #to make a million tiny references for these idiots

[katriaraden]

natural history museum | prints

#dark academia #light academia #museum #my art #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #dark academia art #natural history museum #academia art #art #drawing #flat lay #starter pack #inventory #fossils #cabincore

[thatacademiawannabe]

Sunset on the beach

#dark academia #romantic academia #chaotic academia #classic literature #light academia #moodboard #sentence starters #literature #new york #literature quotes #summer #beach

[muwitch]

walk in red

#bg3 #bg3 screenshots #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #teth the black #FINALLY BACK TO STARTER SCENES TO SHOOT #the lighting here is sooooo #i played her first act without the ability to flycam now i have been set free #woe teth be upon ye #i am sorry for random screenshot spam #hmu for something specific like gort feioshioe #canonical undercut my beloved

[spiderslvts]

some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]

  .   🕸️  HOW   OUT   OF   HAND   IT’S   GOTTEN       ╱     ooc.

  .   🕸️  MY   FLESH   IS   LACED   WITH   SUGAR   AND   MAGGOTS       ╱     asks.

  .   🕸️  YOU   SAY   YOU   MISS   ME    (  I’M   RIGHT   HERE  )       ╱     starters.

  .   🕸️  WITH   PINK   EYESHADOW   AND   A   SOBBING   PRAYER       ╱     isms.

  .   🕸️  ANYTHING   COULD   BE   HOLY   UNDER   NEON  LIGHTS       ╱     visage.

  .   🕸️  DO   YOU   FEEL   THE   EYES   OVER   YOUR   BODY   STILL?       ╱     promo.

  .   🕸️  TO   SWEETLY   MELT   IN   SIN       ╱     rp memes.

  .   🕸️  I   DRINK   ;   I   BURN   ;   I   SHATTER   MY   OWN   DREAMS       ╱     open starter.

  .   🕸️  YOUR   FISH   HOOK   IN   MY   MOUTH       ╱     crack.

  .   🕸️  EATEN   IN   PIECES   ;   NOT   MEANT   TO   BE    KNOWN   WHOLE       ╱     ic.

  .   🕸️  I   BELIEVE   YOU   LIKE   A    BEATEN   DOG       ╱     dash games.

  .   🕸️  I   WILL   NEVER   BE   FORGIVEN   FOR   WANTING       ╱     affiliates.

  .   🕸️  KISS   ME   WITH   MY   BLOOD   BETWEEN   YOUR   TEETH       ╱     ships.

  .   🕸️  TO   BE   LOOKED   AT    &.   NEVER   SEEN       ╱     art.

  .   🕸️  TOUCHED   DOWN   TO   THE   DELICATE   BONES       ╱     poetry.

  .   🕷  |   IN  NEON  LIGHTS     ╱     canon &. main verse.

  .   🕷  |   THE  CALL  OF  THE  ANGELS     ╱     overlord verse.

  .   🕷  |   FEATHER  BOAS  AND  GLITTER     ╱     70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)

  .   🕷  |   OVERSEER  OF  HELL     ╱     zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)

  .   🕷  |   GOOD  OLD  FASHIONED  LOVER  BOY     ╱     human verse.

  .   🕷  |   LACED  WITH  BELLADONNA     ╱     lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)

  .   ♡  DO  YOU  LIKE  THE  SHOW ?  ARE  YOU  TIRED  OF  IT ?     ╱     videoaux.

  .   ♡  THE  LAST  SHRED  OF  TRUTH  IN  THE  LOST  MYTH  OF  TRUE  LOVE     ╱     hellsbroadcaster.

  .   ♡  I  COULD  NEVER  DEFINE  ALL  THAT  YOU  ARE  TO  ME     ╱     r-adio.

  .   ♡  BUT  I’D  NEVER  SAY  I  LOVE  YOU  JUST  TO  HEAR  YOU  SAY  IT  BACK     ╱     sirserpentine.

  .   ♡  I’M  PUT  TO  AWE  SOMETHING  SO  FLAWED  AND  FREE     ╱     dark-ambition.

  .   ♡  YOUR  BEAUTY  NEVER  EVER  SCARED  ME     ╱     gamblins.

  .   ♡  THE  FEAR  OF  THE  UNKNOWN  /  THE  FACE  IN  MONOCHROME     ╱     zestials.

  .   ♡  YOU  HATE  THE  APPLAUSE  /  YOU  CRAVE  THE  ATTENTION     ╱     xluciifer.

  .   ♡  BUT  YOU’RE  HOLDING  ME  LIKE  WATER  IN  YOUR  HANDS     ╱     oriiginis.

#. 🕸️ HOW OUT OF HAND IT’S GOTTEN ╱ ooc. #. 🕸️ MY FLESH IS LACED WITH SUGAR AND MAGGOTS ╱ asks. #. 🕸️ YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( I’M RIGHT HERE ) ╱ starters. #. 🕸️ WITH PINK EYESHADOW AND A SOBBING PRAYER ╱ isms. #. 🕸️ ANYTHING COULD BE HOLY UNDER NEON LIGHTS ╱ visage. #. 🕸️ DO YOU FEEL THE EYES OVER YOUR BODY STILL? ╱ promo. #. 🕸️ TO SWEETLY MELT IN SIN ╱ rp memes. #. 🕸️ I DRINK ; I BURN ; I SHATTER MY OWN DREAMS ╱ open starter. #. 🕸️ YOUR FISH HOOK IN MY MOUTH ╱ crack. #. 🕸️ EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ╱ ic. #. 🕸️ I BELIEVE YOU LIKE A BEATEN DOG ╱ dash games. #. 🕸️ I WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR WANTING ╱ affiliates. #. 🕸️ KISS ME WITH MY BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH ╱ ships. #. 🕸️ TO BE LOOKED AT &. NEVER SEEN ╱ art. #. 🕸️ TOUCHED DOWN TO THE DELICATE BONES ╱ poetry. #. 🕷 | IN NEON LIGHTS ╱ canon &. main verse. #. 🕷 | THE CALL OF THE ANGELS ╱ overlord verse. #. 🕷 | FEATHER BOAS AND GLITTER ╱ 70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine) #. 🕷 | OVERSEER OF HELL ╱ zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials) #. 🕷 | GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ╱ human verse. #. 🕷 | LACED WITH BELLADONNA ╱ lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust) #. ♡ DO YOU LIKE THE SHOW ? ARE YOU TIRED OF IT ? ╱ videoaux. #. ♡ THE LAST SHRED OF TRUTH IN THE LOST MYTH OF TRUE LOVE ╱ hellsbroadcaster. #. ♡ I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ╱ r-adio. #. ♡ BUT I’D NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ╱ sirserpentine. #. ♡ I’M PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ╱ dark-ambition. #. ♡ YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME ╱ gamblins. #. ♡ THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN / THE FACE IN MONOCHROME ╱ zestials. #. ♡ YOU HATE THE APPLAUSE / YOU CRAVE THE ATTENTION ╱ xluciifer. #. ♡ BUT YOU’RE HOLDING ME LIKE WATER IN YOUR HANDS ╱ oriiginis.

[fxckin-blackbeard]

Start of Redemption

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.

He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.

Had it not been for Stede, Edward certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.

Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.

He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.

His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.

"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.

The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.

It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.

Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?

Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.

No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.

And there was no escape.

#arr or some shit (in character) #randy dandy'oh (musing) #damn the dark damn the light (headcanons) #//This was uh supposed to be a starter but I got carried away #//So now it's a drabble thingy I guess #//Still could be an open starter #//Don't match the length I don't expect anyone too and I will not be able to write that much again lol #got somethin' to say? (memes) #open starter

[oathofpromises]

[ fears ] + reverse (for y'shtola from kijin? 👀)

Y'shtola delicately raised the porcelain teacup to her lips, savoring the warmth that emanated from the fragrant brew. The hour was late, the world around her cloaked in darkness, yet the black mage found herself unable to succumb to the embrace of slumber. Ever since their return from the first, she had been consumed by a desire to find anyway back. To actually travel there herself instead of just her soul. Restlessly, she toiled day and night, spending most of her time in the library scanning old tomes. So far, nothing seemed to jump out as anything that could actually work. The restless nights were worth it, after all she had made a promise to Runar, and if there was one thing she hated, it was the act of breaking an oath to the people she cared about.

Y'shtola's eyes were lined with slight bags, evidence of the weariness that had settled upon her. Even the tea didn’t seem to help stop her eyelids from staring to drift slightly. All of that quickly went away, as she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she found herself convinced that she had heard a faint noise emanating from X'kijin's room. The warrior of light, undoubtedly wearied by the tumultuous events that had transpired, hastily sought solace within the confines of his private chambers. Y’shtola couldn’t blame him for such a thing, even she felt beyond exhausted herself, but being as stubborn as the mage was, she didn’t retire for rest. Even though, that’s what so many people around her said was best. Y’shtola wasn’t sure if the tiredness was from having her soul separated from her body or the countless hours spent staring at tomes. Maybe a combination of both.

The black mage stood outside the door, hesitating. A sense of unease washed over her, as if she were about to cross a boundary, invade his privacy. Yet, deep within her, there was a gentle tug at her heart, urging her to proceed. With a deep breath, she made her choice. Y’shtola slowly pushed open the door, her footsteps barely making a sound as she entered the room. The air was still, and a faint scent of incense lingered, adding an earthly quality to the atmosphere. Using her aether, the mage scanned the bedroom before landing on X'kijin form. His aether usually calm seemed more stirred, as if something was bothering his mind and heart.

She couldn't help but notice that X'kijin had a tendency to keep his distance, particularly when it came to women. It was none of her business as to the reason why he did, but a tiny part of the mage hoped maybe one day he would explain. Although, she would never push such a thing, at the very least she knew that it was imperative to grant him the space he sought whenever their paths crossed. She gazed at him with admiration, her eyes filled with concern for the warrior of light. Pausing for a brief moment, Y’shtola found herself pondering the most effective way to rouse him from his slumber. As she observed his restless form, it became evident that he was caught in the clutches of a distressing nightmare. The way his aether seemed to spike randomly.

She levitated a pillow with the flick of her palm. It was the only thought that came to mind that would allow her to reach out and nudge him without breaking his boundary. She hurled a pillow at his back, hoping that the impact would jolt him awake along with her voice.

“X'kijin..wake up. Your having a bad dream."

The Miqo'te remained still, Y’shtola gaze narrowed as she summoned her staff. With a few deliberate taps, the mage imbued it with arcane energy. As she flung the water towards X'kijin, it cascaded through the air before splashing against the warrior of light. It probably appeared rather impolite, even jarring, to abruptly wake someone in such a manner. However, X'kijin did have a tendency for sometimes falling into a very deep slumber. Hardly anyone could stir him awake aside from his boyfriend.

Despite the presence of tumors in X'kijin's aether, Y'shtola didn't notice anything overly unusual. The process of adjusting to the inability to see, particularly in a normal way, proved to be quite tedious. Master Matoya carefully observed that relying on magical means to perceive one's surroundings considerably depleted Y'shtola's life force. With closed eyes, she endeavored to see any potential movement within the aether of the Warrior of Light. Thankfully, no similar event had transpired, at least not since his time as a vessel for the vest amounts of light belonging to the lightwardens.

The mage's lips released a sigh of relief, as the recent encounter had nearly resulted in a disastrous outcome for X'kijin. To say that Y'shtola did not harbor deep concern for the Warrior of Light would be untrue. A sense of nervousness enveloped her heart, as she grappled with the concern that another unfortunate event might befall him. He had already made significant sacrifices in his efforts to preserve not only this world, but also countless others, and yet it still demanded more of X'kijin.

"Please forgive me. To awaken you in such a manner… I assure you, that it was merely a precautionary measure. I know Data isn't here right now, but I couldn't ignore the pain that I felt in your aether. If you'd like to talk about the nightmare you were having, you're more than welcome to, and don't give me it's nothing. I know you better than that."

With a swift gesture, Drippy, one of her familiars, promptly presented a towel.Luckily, the act of summoning them in this manner did not necessitate such an intricate enchantment. The mage eyes twitched slightly at the mere thought of anyone seeing that enchantment again.

"If you'd like..I could make use some nice herbal tea. It might also help soothe any discomfort you're currently feeling."

#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV¦I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink.・ 「 Main Verse」 #— ❛❛ // X’KIJIN LYZEJ ¦You are a light in the darkness for others my friend・ 「 CRYSTALMARRED」 #— ❛❛ // Y'SHTOLA RHUL ¦Did you really think I would go gently into that dark night with so much left undone?・ 「Threads」 #ooc: I haven't written for Y'shtola in a bit so I hope this turned out okay for starter #Thank you for sending this in for her too<3

[crystalmarred]

PLOTTED STARTER ⇢ @diademreigned

When the battle had begun, it had been no secret that the area they found in wasn't well-suited to one. The sharp drop-off nearby, the cracked edges of the cliffside... it was a deathtrap and they were fools to take on an army there with the machina they so commonly used.

So it made sense that he'd have a run-in with misfortune when he made the mistake of engaging a man with striking blue eyes and brown hair. When the glowed blade of a rapier stung the edge of his lance, it should have been obvious what was going to happen.

Something is said between them, something about his preference for a lance over a gun, over a piloted mech that would make shorter work of most Eorzeans.

Most Garleans couldn't, after all, use aether. But X'kijin was certainly no pure-blooded Garlean and anyone with eyes could see as much by the ears unobscured by his helmet and the tail that lashed irritably behind him.

He didn't answer their goading—if it could even be called that.

Rather, green eyes that were shielded by the helmet he wore focused on the twirl of his rapier and the focus crystal in his other hand. It was a style that he recognized, if vaguely, from back home.

X'kijin had heard of the Crimson Duelists as a boy, of the style they used, though this man in particular was hardly dressed in the red they were said to wear. Was it a coincidence, then, that the way he fought seemed reminiscent of those old stories?

When first they started to cast, when the swirl of aether in the air signaled the collecting fire in his hand that raised the temperature of the air around them, he had been prepared for something like a fireball.

The sound of the earth cracking under his feet, however, was not one he expected. Shit, was his first coherent thought, the second was that the Eorzeans had orchestrated it somehow, though anyone with eyes could see it the cracks stemmed from the heavy machine the Garleans themselves had brought.

If he was still determined to blame the Eorzeans, he would have been convinced of their innocence when eyes of brilliant teal caught his own. The way they went wide, it was so obvious—so, so obvious—that nothing about the earth falling beneath their feet was expected.

There was a moment where they both froze before came the desperate scramble of the both of them clambering to the broken edge of the cliffside. They'd drop down into the ravine. If they survived the fall, they'd be crushed under the debris—

He felt the ground slip from beneath his feet. Jump, he bid himself, though his heels found no traction in the air, jump.

A hand caught his wrist, words spoken—yelled—over the din of noise as teal caught plain green again. Something was being shouted at him, his feet met the ground, they started to move. Together.

And then came the sound of another crack. He could hear it in the sound, the finality of this one as it separated fully from the rest of the cliffside, carrying both the Eorzean and the Ala Mhigan Garlean as they descended into the ravine—

When he woke, it was to the unpleasant sound of pained gasping, followed by a curse in a voice unfamiliar to him. Green eyes blinked open as he raised himself from the ground, nursing the pain on the side of his head as he did so, not to mention the ache through his entire body.

Fogged vision eventually cleared and he was met with a familiar face a few paces away.

Green eyes set on his leg and the way he moved it with his hands, the bone clearly broken by his few, pained attempts to move the limb.

"Hey..." he started as he pushed himself up, watched the man startle at the sound and make a sound that verged on a sob. The short-lived attempt to move away from him, from the enemy that could clearly stand when he couldn't.

How quick he'd gone from being bold enough to take his hand and keep him from dropping into the ravine to being afraid of what he might do with the opportunity, now that he was injured, now that fighting back would prove even more difficult.

"Don't—" He started, when they moved again, this time giving them pause. "You're gonna make it worse."

It was the first time he'd spoken since their fight had initially begun. As he approached, he pulled away the helmet, longer hair escaping from it confines as he did so.

"Broken?" he asked as he pulled the gloves off next. He'd set plenty of broken bones, splinted them often enough that he might be able to do the same here.

He'd grabbed him, after all, prevented him from tumbling first, from possibly being clocked by the very ground they stood on when they fell. In some, small way, he may owe him that, at least. And a quick glance around told him that they were at the bottom of the ravine they'd been fighting near, that not another soul was around.

If push came to shove...

No, no, that was treason. Then again, taking the man's hand probably would've been considered siding with the enemy, as would the mere consideration of repaying the offer of his hand. Still...

"... Let me look at it."

#✧ ▌ in character : x'kijin lyzej. #diademreigned #// ooc. we talked about writing these starters WEEKS ago and i've literally already responded to the one you wrote but askjflashkj #// ooc. here you are at long last. conscripted garlean au! #❛ x'kijin lyzej. － dream in the light; dance in the dark. you fill the spaces inside of my heart. ⟨ d'tykha lyrre / diademreigned. ⟩ #❝ diademreigned — d'tykha lyrre. #✕. CONSCRIPTED ／ stolen from their homes and sworn into an oath of fear in which loyalty has no meaning.

[brightbridgeofdestiny]

like for a start

(write if you want a start with Baldor XD)

#starter call #like for a start #rp #mary the fox #baldor #light/dark chaos

[dangaer]

yeah but you dont understand. ones the introverted dark haired character who might currently be working on how to express their emotions following previous perhaps traumatic events alongside their light haired character who is more extroverted and communicates very well but you can tell never feels more comfortable than by the dark haired characters side and when you get to know them is going through a lot, too ...

#❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⧽ — ooc. #the light haired character is always happy to express their dynamic #while the dark haired will always remind them that theyre annoying ... #sun and MOON DYNAMIC---- #anyway just discovered that they've released a sola.ngelo story (where this dynamic began for me) and im going to CRY #i wrote nic.o back a few years ago it was amazing #im very passionate as u can see- #have a couple more starters to do and then ill post them all tomorrow probably! excited to give them to everyone!!

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

Being both Ace and Autistic, Sinday isn't something that I'll do. However..

I am quite happy to do SOULMATE Day instead. Both platonic and romantic.

Meaning this is a starter call.

Let me know which muse and and I'll get a short starter sent.

#a light in the darkness :: ooc #tolkien starter call #fred | skia (HP) starter call

[thatacademiawannabe]

Ancient Egyptian architecture

#dark academia #romantic academia #chaotic academia #classic literature #light academia #moodboard #sentence starters #literature #new york #literature quotes #egypt #ancientegypt #architecture

[mysteriousangels]

Open Starter: Not to be a Bother

Shane was happy enough that he got here in time to experience the New Year’s Eve Ball although he did end up coming along with Hyson and Biana. Which was fine but he felt bad since he was encroaching on them on the ride there. So he went off on his own hopeful that he could at least find someone else he knew to help him learn his surroundings.

He asked someone to take him over to the food table and was trying to decide if he should as the staff outright what they were serving or just guess based on smell. He hated being a bother to people and didn’t want to make the staff’s job harder.

#askstorykidsnyeball #askstorykidshqevent #Shane Qian #I only want to see light in this darkness || shane #Open Starter: Not to be a Bother

[tresradiossolis]

💫—"What brings you to my theater at this hour? Our next show isn't until tomorrow. Did you come here just to see me?"

#open starter #burning bright [ ic ] #star of the show [ asterope ] #lights in the dark [ anima verse ] #// i dont do icons so I'll use my art to make opens oop #arts & crafts [ art ]

[gottamusethemall]

Starter Call

Like for a starter. Respond with a specific muse if you have a preference. If you are a multimuse, respond with the muse you want to use if you have something in mind. Otherwise, one or both will be random. 

Going to do a condensed verse page for all of the muses. So far will be for them in HH/HB and TOH, more may be added in the future.

#embrace the chaos: starter call #Lights in the Dark: Muses

[oathofpromises]

starter for: @diademreigned

How many years had passed since Hiroto last laid eyes upon his younger sister? His recollection of her appearance was hazy at best, as he was promptly dispatched to Tural, his fathers homeland, shortly after her birth. In that moment, he found himself uncertain as to why they had chosen him as the one who must depart. Despite being the eldest and expected heir to lead the tribe, Hiroto was sent to reside with acquaintances of his father, who he had connections through his occupation as a Viper. It was only recently that the older Caelum sibling had met Stella face to face. Hiroto only wanted to talk to her, but there was that tiny bit of his heart that resented her.

With a sigh, the Miqo'te with white hair cast a glance towards the bustling crowd. His hand had recently been bandaged following a heated altercation between Stella and himself. As a Warrior of Light, she possessed remarkable abilities beyond ordinary comprehension. However, it was evident to him that engaging in combat with him was not a desire she harbored. Yet, the most agonizing aspect of their situation was her complete lack of memory that he even existed.

‘I…I don’t remember having a brother. It was always just Dad, mom and me.’

The impact of those words pierced his heart deep, even though he harbored a strong suspicion that she would not retain any recollection of him. After all, when he departed, she was just a newborn. How could anyone expect someone so young to recall those memories. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, it only made Hiroto feel like he was the outcast in the family. Shaking his head, the Viper jumped down from the balcony having spotted his target. A smaller Miqo’te with tanned skin and freckles.

Data Mochi…wasn't that his name? One of his sister's close friends. He craved the prospect of learning more about Stella from someone close to her. Since he has re-encountered Stella, it appears that many details of her life have escaped his notice. However, an incredible wave of rage coursed through his veins once more at that precise instant. He worked hard to quell those thoughts. The last thing Hiroto wanted was for people to think he was a heartless person. that he had no intention other than to inflict Stella harm, even though that was not the case at all.

Hiroto leaned against a nearby pillar, his red eyes fixed on Data as the brunet moved through the crowd. As he was dressed like a red mage, it seemed reasonable to conclude that the stories were accurate. The other person was, in fact, the Crimson Duelists' second-in-command.Hiroto only found out about this when he ran across X'rhun a few days before. The two had gotten into a discussion over what the Red mages were up to, which led to him discovering Data's relationship to his sister.

'I will say this…my sister surely knows how to pick them…' Hiroto murmured, his gaze lingering on the brunet shape for a little longer than usual. Just as Data was going to walk by, Hiroto teasedly let his tail twirl around his waist. It would be uncharacteristic of the elder Caelum to pass up the opportunity to try and rile someone else.Hiroto's mouth made a low purring sound as he leaned over to whisper in Data's ear. Keeping his hand on the back of the other to hold him close.

"Ah, Data Mochi, if I am not mistaken? Nice to meet you. My name is Hiroto Caelum…I'm Stella's brother, but I'm sure she's told you everything about me by this time."

It was difficult to determine if it was good or negative given how protective G'raha had been of her. Naturally, Data would initially also react defensively toward him. Hiroto lingered his lips near Data's ear, and the Viper inhaled deeply, taking in the woodsy aroma. It reminded him of home, but that was only diverting him from the reason he had sought out Data in the first place.

"Excuse me.I'm so accustomed to behaving like this around others.Regarding Stella, I have some questions for you. If you could spare a moment of your time.”

How many times had Hiroto used his body to lead unwary individuals to their demise? The isolation he had been subjected to for so long had seeped deep into his own being. The fact that Hiroto's tail refused to unwrap from around Data's waist baffled the taller man more than anything else. While they had only just met, the brunet gave off a warm vibe that seemed to follow him around.

A sense of comfort enveloped Hiroto, a rare emotion that had eluded him for countless years. With a shake of his head, the white-haired man finally let go of Data. Although it was wrong to approach someone in that manner, there was a part of the older Caelum that didn't regret it. Despite the fact that the movement had clearly taken Data by surprise. His excuse was that he was nurtured by a group of Vipers, who had instilled in him the use of these tactics at a young age. It had merely become second nature to approach those he deemed attractive in this manner. It was rare, but when Hiroto got that feeling in his chest, he tended to act on such emotions.

"Unless…you despise me as well. After all, I couldn't really hold it against you.I went after Stella. One of the people that you seem to care about the most. G'raha was quite angry with me too. I can only imagine how you'll react. She got such an easy life compared to me. So many see her as some hero, but reality is she took my life away from me."

The weight of enduring such intense emotions for an extended period became insufferable, with Stella emerging as the sole person they would cling to. Each time Hiroto's gaze fell upon her, a pang of anguish coursed through his heart, for she served as an unwelcome mirror of their beloved mother. Their actions mirrored each other with an uncanny resemblance, too, which didn't help matters. In his absence, he was unable to protect Kuri from any potential harm. Perhaps, in the depths of his heart, he harbored a sliver of blame towards Stella for the tragic demise of their parents. However, one cannot help but wonder if he possessed a complete understanding of the intricate events that led to their untimely demise, or if his perception was merely a reflection of what the tribe desired him to believe.

"You are her best friend…tell me how you could care for someone like her? Stella caused the deaths of both of our parents."

Hiroto's brows widened as he noticed Stella heading down the trail with Marv. It didn't take him long to figure out she was heading in their direction. The older Caelum remained motionless as she came to a halt in front of the two of them.

"Data…why is Hiroto here." whispered Stella, as Hiroto noticed that her forehead was bandaged from their struggle. It appeared to be healing, yet she acted as if it were nothing. She bent down and picked up Marv before gently handing the Dodo to Data. As the pink-haired Au Ra turned and headed back up the stairs, they exchanged an unspoken glance. G'raha was waiting for her, and he sent Hiroto a scowl before grabbing Stella's hand.

"See. I told you she hates me, so you should too yet you haven't even tried to run away yet."

Distance yourself from me, before it's too late. I am but a harbinger of suffering…

#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV¦I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink.・ 「 Main Verse」 #— ❛❛ // HIROTO CAELUM ¦ Painful past and shattered Hearts yet a light burning within ・ 「 Threads」 #— ❛❛ // DATA MOCHI ¦ Sunlight in the darkness you never gave up on me・ 「diademreigned」 #ooc: I don't have icon for Hiroto yet;; will add that later tonight but hope this is okay starter for what we talked about on our server