#mephina

[xerith-42]

What are some of your rewrite ideas regarding religion in MCD regions, worship of Irene and her comrades, and of the relationship Irene herself has with others (the divine warriors, normal people, lords, etc).

Also just ideas of the Divine warriors in general? I find them very interesting

[picks up Kul'zak by the scruff of his neck and shakes him around like a chew toy]

I have a lot of reasons to throw hands with Jess on some very personal levels, but I want to throw hands with Jess on a creator v creator level over how bad the Divine Warriors are handled. We have exactly one picture of Kul'zak and one picture of Menphina. I started spelling her name with an extra n during my original rewrite and it's just a habit that I picked up because she matters so little that I didn't even notice. It's not like I was going to the wiki page to find information about her BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING THERE!!

The fact that Shad and Irene have so much detail given to them, but the others get JACK SHIT will never not piss me off! Enki and Esmund get a little more, but it's still next to nothing!! These are key characters in her lore, and yet we know next to nothing about most of them.

So, I did some tweaks in my first rewrite that color how I view this world overall, so let's jump into it, starting with the most neglected of the bunch, Menphina and Kul'zak.

I believe Menphina was the Divine Warrior of Tu'la, and the first of the catfolk (oh yeah I call Meif'wa catfolk). The kingdom of Havas is the central kingdom and home to the primary church of The Furious, a warmongering kingdom that once controlled the main city and primary port, but over the years the King sought more and more power in the name of his divine. Menphina encouraged fighting for survival, not for conquest. Her Fury was not in the name of power, but in the name of fighting off those who backed her into the corner.

Much of Menphina's history has become lost on her people. They remember her as a fierce warrior, not the scared and cornered animal she once was. They remember her as a romance-less woman who only reproduced to continue her bloodline, the royal family. They've forgotten that she expressed love for Irene and Shad. They've neglected the pain that would have caused as Irene erased Shad from the story.

Her best friend was Kul'zak. They were akin to siblings, spending hours with one another around a lake in the Tu'la country side. A willow tree with rose vines climbs around it, and after the defeat of Shad, she turned it into a subdimension of Irene's (like the sacred tree Aph and Garroth met under). Her people know she was friends with Kul'zak, but few know the nuances of said friendship. They don't know how much these two would do for one another.

Kul'zak never had a kingdom, never had a church, the closest he gets is a following. Many wanderers and traders consider him a high inspiration, especially ones from The Gal'ruk Islands. Ru'aun has forgotten that he was a wanderer, not a keeper. He kept quite a bit over his travels, but lots of the treasures he gathered were meant for Enki. His closeness to Enki was well documented, if you could read their encoded messages to one another.

Historians call them best friends. If they remember Kul'zak. He doesn't lose sleep over whether or not the rest of the world remembers him, just that those who matter do. His friends, his fellow warriors, and his fellow wanderers. Those are who matter.

Kul'zak was at least a little in love with all the warriors (except Menphina, they're childhood friends and frequently call one another siblings). This isn't well documented or well remembered due to his... Odd expressions of love. The Divine understood it and no one else could.

Also here's a Picrew I did using Brights Picrew Hell of Kul'zak because he's my fave Divine Warrior (I held back talking about him so I can talk about the others)

Kul'zak lost his eye in the fight against Shad, and Menphina was also badly wounded, though details of her exact injury are unknown. She fled to Tu'la before any of her friends could see the real damage.

I think Enki used to be a man full of life and love, happily helping the islands he called his home. He's greatly remembered and highly revered by these people, though the details of his personal life aren't as well known. It's known that he settled down with a woman, and spent the rest of his days fighting the Demon Warlock.

As time wore on he became weary of his position and held resentment for all the knowledge he feels is now a burden. His extensive library started to feel like a prison. The only solace he got was whenever Kul'zak would visit. One day Kul'zak came and he just knew. He could tell by looking at both of them that this was the last time they would see each other. It was the happiest Enki had been in his entire life.

Esmund was also born in Ru'aun, but Ru'aun is only known as the birthplace of Irene. And as a protector, he doesn't mind at all. Some theorize that Esmund could have resented Irene for living in her shadow, but that's exactly what he wants. He wants to use his power to protect and uplift those he holds dearest.

There's no dedicated following to Esmund, but he and Irene ensured that the guard system was a success, and he lives on in the heart of every foolish guard willing to throw their life away for a lord.

Random headcanon that I treat as canon because there's literally nothing to contradict me: It was Kul'zak who suggested that they send Shad to the Nether. He first thought of it after seeing how sad Menphina got every time Irene and Shad fought. He wanted to see her smile. So he went to Enki and the two developed their method with the help of Esmund and the wyverns to seal Shad away.

After sending Shad to the Nether, Irene tried to erase him from the story. Obviously she wasn't able to erase him completely, people still knew who he was, but she spun a narrative that he became power hungry and betrayed them. She made sure there was no record of Kul'zak coming up with the plan, and solely took any blame for it. Afterwards Irene became far more reclusive, and far less kind.

Not that she was hostile, but she responded to the plight of mortals with a general "Learn to take care of yourself" statement. She would only step in if absolutely necessary. This caused many to become disillusioned with her over time, often moving to other regions out of resentment. They expected her to bring their fallen relatives and friends back to life. She never did that after Shad left, not even to her own loved ones. Death seemed like a luxury to them.

And Shad. Man, I FUCKIN HATE THAT NAME. Listen we love renaming shit in this fandom for very understandable reasons, and I think we need to rename Shad more. Like, I don't object to the cast of MCD calling the Shadow King "Shad" as a way to shorten his name in conversation, I think that's fine! I really wish it was that! But noooo, Jess had to be clever and make that the name of the Divine Warrior even though it's a really dumb fucking name. It's not sinister, it's not intimidating, it's not even a good name. It's just Shad. It's a sad Chad.

I'm personally a big fan of calling him Araphel (so much so that I forgot his name was Shad when I first got back into MCD), and that's what his name is always going to be in my brain and my rewrites. Now that I've gotten that out of the way--

I think Araphel is a truly sad, pathetic, broken man. One who once had it all, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, he needed to have something else, he felt he was owed the romance he desired with Irene. And while she reciprocated, it felt inauthentic. As if he loved her more than she could ever love him. Araphel was doomed not by a desire for power, but a lust for someone he could never fully have. Lust turned into desperation, desperation turned into anger, anger to rage, and rage to resentment.

During his rageful state was when he was sealed away. It was during this rage to resentment that he created the Shadow Knights. He knew exactly what Irene and Esmund wanted, guards who would lay down their lives for lords, and lords who would lay down their lives for their people. That's why regardless of your previous attachment, if you're a guard assigned to a lord, your calling latches onto your lord. No exceptions. No excuses.

The thing Kul'zak, Esmund, Enki and Menphina were fighting for was to stop Irene and Araphel from fighting. In the end, they failed. Araphel made his Shadow Knights, and Irene had her lords. And one day, a reincarnation of both were born and sent on a collision course towards one another without any hope of stopping it. In the end, they could never stop finding, falling, and fighting.

#whooo that was long #and I still have more to say #theres another ask in my inbox #on this topic #y'all don't understand #how much I can say #text post #minecraft diaries #aphblr #aphverse #mcd headcanons #mcd #divine warriors #none of them have tags huh? #wont stop me #Kul'zak the Wanderer #Mephina the Fury #shad the destroyer #irene the matron #enki the keeper #esmund the protector #okay so it was just Menphina and Kul'zak #i wonder why #ask answered #queued post

[thecrystarium]

paradise 🌸

#brildallin amariyo #brildallin #y'shtola #gpose #ffxiv #bril plays ffxiv #brilshtola #look at our halfassed tail heart we're so cute #and before you ask 'weren't u just a lala?' well yes but now i'm not #it's a long story wherein i mostly can't make up my mind #but then i did a quest about miqos and keepers of the moon and mephina and i couldn't be anything else

[galianbeast]

the only good dad in ffxiv is my oc and he isn't even a man

#he is very sweet to all the orphans at the hard place/mephinas arms #someday i'll draw more character building stuffs...soon

[alexoisxiv]

A Stranger

Merewina quickly glanced at the stranger. “Do you see that Elezen over there? Who is walking toward us? I don’t recognise him and what if I embarrass you?”

Frine couldn’t help smiling at her daughter’s distress. Merewina had a clever mind and she was a quick learner. But remembering names was one of her weaknesses. Nonetheless, Frine enjoyed all these new experiences she encountered with her daughter. 

“Well well well, we will soon know who this stranger might be. Perhaps your first suitor has entered the stage?” she chuckled.

“Wha—! N-No, you must be joking," Merewina blurted. “And why would anyone be interested… Oh Fury, he is almost here! Please tell me who he is?!”

“Calm down, my love. In Ishgard ladies don’t panic, it’s the opposite. You make others tremble instead.”

Merewina’s eyes zigzagged in panic. “What do you—!”

Frine’s lesson about trembling would have to wait for another time because the stranger was within their range. Merewina’a mind buzzed like a hornet's nest while she tried to desperately remember Ishagard’s highborn family trees. Yet Frine was adamant not to help her. Because she knew the person who was approaching them. 

“It’s been awhile, ladies. I hope you both forgive me for my long absence,” he apologized in a soft tone while respectfully greeting both of them with a bow. 

And that’s when Merewina’s worrying face changed to pure fluster. Her eyes widened with surprise when she finally recognized the stranger who had the hair of a lion's mane and the Seigneur’s Jerkin.

“A-Alexois…?” 

“Yes, lady?” He smiled with his usual gentle smile that could melt the snow from all around Coerthas. Or that was what Merewina believed to be true. 

This was what Frine loved the most. To see people connect. To see how they start working their ways together. It was like Mephina had cast a spell on them. Frine knew that Merewina had shown some light affection to Alexois but the young woman had a long way to overcome her shyness. 

Alexois on the other hand was a professional on this matter. He wouldn’t cross the line, even if he wanted to. And Frine saw how delicately the butler maneuvered around Merewina.

You son of dhalmel! You indeed know how to be a gentleman but you don’t fool me, boy. The way you look at her. It all gave it away.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #elezen #oc fic #alexoisxiv

[soaring-minuet]

I Have Loved You For a Thousand Years.

Pairing: Deryk/OFC, Oschon/OFC

Rating: Explicit (for later chapters)

Warnings: Depictions of Mental Illness - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Survivor's Guilt

I'll love you for a thousand more. And all along I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me. ____________________ When Deryk stumbled upon the mortal whose life he had saved as a child at the behest of Mephina, he simply thought that the precious gift he gave her was simply one of not wanting to see a cherished follower of his die. But the truth will lead him down an unexpected path, one that he never believed he would possibly find again...and one that will make carrying out his final duty all the more difficult.

Prologue.

One.

Two.

Also on AO3.

#ffxiv #xivwriting #oschon x wol #deryk x wol #main story page #otp: fair winds #my writing

[roegadynroost]

FFXIVwrite 2023 - 21 Grave

Coerthan mornings were beautiful. Something about the frosty air was so clear and pristine. The sun would gleam as it came over the mountains and reflect off the snow, casting everything in the most regal light. Thyn'a would watch for hours if the moment were not so fleeting, but the moments were as many things in life. Ephemeral.

Thyn'a's steady gait took her from Camp Dragon head past Witch's Drop and up Providence Point.  Though she enjoyed the cooler weather, she wore a heavier garb than usual today. It was a gleaming steel mail, over a beautiful uniform in her favorite icy blue, accented and lined with a lovely downy fur. She didn't get bothered by the chill easily, so to her it felt that she were overdressed, but no stranger that she passed would have known that the outfit was anything special. She however hoped that it would impress a friend she was going to see.

Her sword was at her belt and her shield at her back polished and sparkling. Not her most proficient weapons, but ones Thyn'a had become proud to wield. 

In the Roegadyn's hands she bared the most precious gift, a verdant bouquet, wrapped in delicate paper. The handsome white arums were holding up quite well all considered. Thyn'a smiled as she looked at them for just a moment before returning her attention to the route ahead.

The path up to Steel Vigil was blessedly clear. No ogres, no hungry wolves or aevis. Just Thyn'a and her footsteps crunching in the snow below. She noted there was another path from someone that had braved the fresh snowfall, and she wondered who and where this other person was. 

Ishgard slowly came into view over the hill as she continued on, it's majesty never failing to impress her no matter how many times she saw it. It looked like a diamond floating amongst the shimmering snowcaps. In the past it had felt looming and out of reach but now, she thought that it looked like one of the heavens.

The Mark of the Lover obscured the other visitor, but her eyes trailed the footprints as they disappeared just around it. She slowed her pace, a small prayer to Mephina whispered under her breath as her destination came into sight.

Ser Haurchefant's shield rested against the small stone, a monument far too small for such a great man. There was another fresh bunch of flowers besides it, and now that her sight was no longer obstructed she could see who it was that made the early trip before her.

"Good morning Lord Francel." Thyn'a spoke as he turned and noticed her, offering a smile that had a hard time reaching her eyes. 

"Lady Sindyrl. It is good to see you well." Francel's young handsome face was warm despite the cold. He rose from the knee he had taken, and welcomed her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I hope you will not mind sharing my company for a bit. I've brought him flowers too." Thyn'a gave the Elezen man's shoulder a pat and a squeeze as she made to lay her flowers next to the ones he'd left. she brushed some of the snow from the stone, and kneeled respectfully. "Of course not, It brings me peace to see someone else visit." Francel still smiled, but his words were bitter sweet.

Thyn'a nodded and said no more. She was grateful to share the quiet with the son of house Haillenarte. They both owed Haurchefant everything and more.

"It never gets any easier does it?" Francel's question was so soft it was almost lost to the aether.

Thyn'a peeked at him from the corner of her eye, and shook her head, closing her eyes.

By the time the sun had risen to the middle of the sky Thyn'a had found herself and her thoughts alone. Francel had excused himself a while after her arrival. She offered to walk him back, but he politely declined insisting that she should have some time alone.

And so Thyn'a prayed and told Lord Haurchefant of all the journeys she'd had since her last visit to the grave. She told him how he had inspired her to take up the sword and shield and that she'd gotten rather good at it. She hold him of her journeys on the star and beyond. She told him that she wished she'd been as strong as she was now back then.

Thyn'a let a heavy breath out of her mouth and watched as the vapor danced away into the air.

"No, it doesn't get easier." Thyn'a spoke breathlessly, somehow managing a smile for her friend even as she fought off the deepest despair. A lone tear managed to escape and disappear into the snow below. 

"It weighs heavy as it should."

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy #roegadyn #femroe #roegadame #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #female roegadyn #Francel #francel de haillenarte #haurchefant #haurchefant greystone #haurchefant fortemps #haurchefant de fortemps #Coerthas #heavensward spoilers #FFXIVwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv fic

[placesyoucallhome]

FFXIVWrite #6 Ring

He’d grown up not that far from the Chapel of the Twelve, deep in the Shroud, where only bandits and sylphs bothered to go otherwise. He would hear the bells chime in the morning and night, welcoming Azeyma and Mephina, day after day after day. His tribe hadn’t, entirely, acquiesced to the wider traditions of Eorzea, having their own ceremonies between couples under the eyes of Mephina alone. But there was usually still an exchange of something, jewelry, a ring. 

An unending band, meant to mean eternity. He’d made a fair few, especially when he was still training, earning his keep and hospice bed. Rough at first, but goldwork he’d caught on to quickly. Gemcutting not so much. Making and remaking the same ring over and over and over, enough so he’d once wondered if they were giving them out like pieces of cheap candy. They were probably melting them down in the back, actually. 

He knew it was all bullshit anyways, stones fell out and bands broke, people returning rings when the coupling fell through, the protective ring of the Twelve shattering over his head as he realized the wolf Dalamud was instead a dragon. 

He no longer took orders for rings, having decided to specialize in clockwork instead, making and remaking mammets, some well older than he. They could possibly exist forever, with regular maintenance especially, right? Magitek had, if the tales he’d heard of Azys Lla were true. Besides, those eternal bonding bands were supposed to go on the left hand, weren’t they? Would they mean a thing if he had no hand to put it on? Or maybe the clockwork hand he created would survive far beyond him, an artifact to discover long after he was gone. 

Nemo frowned down at the golden metal hand he was strapping to his arm, it creaked as he thought, fingers shuddering as he concentrated on stretching them out, and curling them in, six gems on his wrist flickering and connecting to his aetherial current. The heat of summer made his mottled skin ache and burn, even more so in the sweltering Thavnairian sun, but he had a new ring of gems to worry about, and a sennight to try and find them. He’d make something worth lasting the test of time, he just… needed a better gemcutter to do it.

#Nemo Antal #ffxivwrite2023 #I had like five different thoughts to string together here and it's a mess im not apologizing #Nemo's a mess so it's on brand #he's found a gemcutter tho so he's good :)

[lal-ffxiv]

(Carry Me Home - The Sweeplings)

Riva carried the ashes, Haran carried the weapons. The world had been heavy on their backs, but their hearts had never felt so. The wind scattering the sands, whistling through the dry rocks teased a familiar voice. Riva could imagine their humming as they walked, their ceaseless chattering. “Here where I fell while escaping a Peiste, Frynch couldn’t fly then and we fell to the river. It was a nice fishing spot while I waited for my leg to heal up, but I had to deal with some cultists. Or maybe not cultist. They wore robes and threw fire at me. And here is where…”. Riva’s dry eyes stung as sand blew into them. Squinting xe looked at Haran, and zie stood tall with eyes forwards. Riva wished zie would speak, say anything to fill the hollow of noise. Riva broached the idea of talking, to say any nonsense, but Riva couldn’t summon up xyrs voice either.

Riva and Haran passed the gates of The Springs of the Sagolii, and stood still attempting to reconcile the stories Luka told them with the place in front of them. The settlement has developed into a functioning sanctuary, once again connected to the rest of the realm. One thing that hadn’t changed was the U’s wariness of outsiders though. Especially outsiders as strange as Riva and Haran. The Huntresses encroached on them, and not subtly, as the Nunuhs approached them.

“What commerce brings you to our gates?”

Haran was still in mourning silence, so zie looked to Riva to speak of their purpose.

Riva brought out the urn, “Their memories are with us, and Mephina has surely embraced them, but their body was from these sands”. Riva tried xys hardest to use the language Haran would have used. Haran presented the last weapons with names etched onto the hearts. Not the names of past Huntresses, but simple words of meaning: Wind, Moon, Light, Sea, Sands, Sky, Shade, Freshwater. Now more of the U were drawn closer by curiosity, but no one moved to accept either the urn or the weapons.

“And who was this?”

Neither has spoken their name in sennights. They would always flick their ears to the sound of their name no matter how far the distance it was called over, or how quietly it was whispered. Always knew they were being called for something more, something important, and would give themself fully to that call. Haran was reminiscing on those memories when the Nunhs spoke again,

“That is not a name common to the U, no matter whom it belongs to.”

Haran nearly spoke, but held. Riva also held xymself back. Xer hands clenched around the urn, and through gritted teeth Riva said, “They were cared for by the junkmonger of this tribe at the dawn of the seventh umbral calamity.” Riva had a promise to keep, and would not be refused. “They were from here more than anywhere else. This is where they wished to return. This is where they should rest.”

“Our traditions are not often broken.” The Nunh stood resolute, but shared a look of doubt. “Follow us.”

The Huntresses stood back, but followed as way all the way to the foot of Nunh’s door. Once the door was closed Haran and Riva knew the huntresses were still standing behind it. Neither could retell the stories they heard of the U’s Huntresses as told to them, so neither would hear the stories be told the same way again.

The scroll detailing the births and deaths of the U was well preserved and honored. Riva and Haran were instructed to turn when it was brought out. Haran could hear the parchment be unrolled and how lightly it was touched while each name was searched.

“This was written in your father's own hand.”   “Yours was one to pave new traditions over the old.”

“Were you family with this miqo’te?” One of the Nunh’s asked, still reserving caution of these outsiders.

Tears brimmed quickly for Riva, and Haran’s mouth opened.

“There isn’t a doubt about that.” The other Nunh spoke for them. “You’re allowed to look now, as family to them.”

There was their name written in full, Luka E’res. Under U’kali, Junkmonger. One nunuh penned in Warrior of Light besides’s Luka’s name.

“Luka always spoke of returning here. This is where they should rest”. Riva finally let go of the urn, placing it on the table for the Nunh to take. One did, and promised for the rites to be held in the next sun for them.

In the morning it was only the Nunh’s and the Captains that came out for the respect for a warrior. One captain carried Sky and the other Sand. One Nunh prayed the rites and the other released the ashes.

Riva was seized with fear at the moment in a way xe had never been before. “This is the right place?”

Haran smiled. “Yes,” zie voice freed of mourning. Finally, Riva was relieved of everything.

A strong wind overcame the party, spreading the ashes far and freely to sands beyond the horizon.

#Fate & Future #Haran Queer Light Party #Riva Queer Light Party #own writing

[anonymouscomrade]

i'm wondering if Nophica was originally meant to be the final boss of the Euphrosyne raid and the regular battle theme there is an early revision of what was intended to be her theme, because it really fits her but Althyk and Nymeia less so and Halone not at all

Mephina's theme, though. it starts out like The Devil Went Down To Georgia, turns into 80s pop and somehow comes out a fucking banger

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #Youtube

[ratphecy-a]

♡ Munday Meme ♡

@misfitsandmischief​ asked:

2, 3, 12

Who was your first muse?

My first muse was a OC named Charles Wolfbane who was a Mortal Instruments OC. this was back in 2012. 

Who are your longest rp friends?

OH LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY ABOUT WHEN I MET @dementedstatic!!! ok it was 13 years ago and I was 12 and stupid and naïve. but I love her so like dnsajkndkaj I still speak to Injy to this day and honestly I would never trade this friendship for the life of me. she has helped me through some tough times and just through her I met some amazing people like @pizzaplex-mystery, @ladiesofhell, @bxttenbound, @mcuntainbcrn, @hellishlyclean​, honestly its a long list. 

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

My dearest Mephina, oh I love her so and she lives in my head rent free.

“ a rather unflattering image and rather unladly like if you ask me. my cleavage being on display makes me look more like a harlot. “

#≺ ooc ≻ ┅ ❝ Living inside the walls && Unknown face ❞ #≺ Asks ≻ ┅ ❝ The Sound of Falling Sand ❞

[yzeltia]

Febhyurary Day K.5 - Behind

G'raha "The power of the gods are incredible! I feel like we really raised a little girl together! I'm looking forward to being a parent with you…albeit later. She was a handful at the end there."

Keith "Heh! She couldn't get one past me though."

G'raha "You're quiet full of it. She had you wrapped around her finger."

Keith "No way! …All due respect you two, but I was hoping for more than an extended Echo."

Mephina "Perhaps you should look behind you?"

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv oc #g'raha tia #ff xiv #febhyurary #keith summers #behind #Mephina #now to remake everything to do the Febhyurary for this year lol

[xerith-42]

Thanks so much answering my last post! I have few more questions:

Is your rewrite published yet? If so what is it called and where could I read it?

Also- your descriptions of Irene and Shad/Araphel are awesome and I would love to hear more of them (of all the divine really). Was Irene the lover of Shad? How did she rise to power, and what was she like before she fought him (also how exactly did the fight start? You said he got into a rage due to obsessing over something he couldn't have (Irene's whole undivided attention/love, but does that mean he grew to be violent towards her and the other warriors? Did he fall into jealous fits upon seeing her interact with its members?)

Lastly- Was Edmund and Enki in love with Irene in your rewrite, or have you changed it to more familial love and duty? Similarly, is Xavier in your rewrite? If so, what part does he play in the story, and was he also in love with Irene?

Question 1: No, neither of them are. If you want to read some of my writings you can check out my AO3, but most of my writing on there is a different variety of gay block men, and I only have the MID works and reuploads of my Garrance week stuff as something in the Aphamu fanbase.

Question 2/3: Absolutely. Araphel and Irene had a very toxic romance with one another, one that could have looked good to an outsider, but was clearly awful from the perspective of everyone watching. Not from the start, they were once very loving and kind people towards one another, largely because they met before the relics came into play in their lives. It was once the relics showed up and started gving them responsibilities outside of each other that Irene became distant, and Araphel became jealous.

Before things fell apart, I could absolutely see the two of them happily lying in one another's arms in a river that once ran through the cursed forest. They could be caught gallivanting off onto another romantic vacation, going off to see if they could find more relic holders once they got theirs. Irene used to be a woman full of life, wonder, and ideals. Someone who sought out others to bring humans together. It was only when she saw how jealous Araphel became that she realized the folly of man, how susceptible they are to their vices.

It was a slow building sort of jealousy too. At first it was just wanting to be around her all the time, then it was getting angry when she was gone for too long, questioning her on who she was with and what they were doing. Then it became basically stalking, where Araphel didn't trust Irene on her own and made sure she wasn't seeing anyone else when she disappeared for so long. If she showed even the slightest interest towards Esmund or literally anybody else, Araphel would threaten them. Irene obviously became fed up with this behavior, but when you're both humans turned into demi-gods, your lovers spat becomes less of a petty argument, and into the kind of thing that can cause an all out war and ripping open dimensions with the help of giant intelligent flying lizards.

Wait who the fuck is Xavier and why is everyone mentioning him? [one wiki check later] Oh! Huh, well I hadn't thought about him in a minute. I don't believe Xavier was a relic holder, for one. I think he was Irene's childhood best friend who harbored feelings of love towards her that he never expressed out of fear of rejection, and eventually gave up on once Araphel came into the picture and he realized that Irene wanted something else. He still loves Irene and held no resentment towards her, only wishing for her to be able to return to the bright eyed optimistic girl he fell in love with while playing in their old village.

As for Enki and Esmund, Esmund is still very in love with Irene in my rewrites. There's even a scene in the Epic I wrote that has the person who inherited Kul'zak's relic making fun of Garroth for the fact that Esmund, Araphel, and Irene couldn't figure out the obvious solution they already figured out to this conundrum. The solution is polyamory. I really don't like Enki having a crush on Irene, I think it's just not a good choice for his character because it essentially makes the Divine Warriors just a bunch of guys fighting over one girl while Kul'zak and Menphina watch from the sidelines eating popcorn.

Which is basically the dynamic in my rewrite, but Enki is also on the sidelines with them and sometimes has violent make out sessions with Kul'azk while Menphina just rolls her eyes and starts simping over her favorite toxic couple.

#text post #minecraft diaries #aphblr #aphverse #mcd headcanons #mcd rewrite #divine warriors #shad the destroyer #araphel the realm breaker #i know it's not a tag I just want it to be #irene the matron #enki the keeper #esmund the protector #kul'zak the wanderer #xavier the admirer #Mephina the fury #answering asks #queued post

[syngigeim]

Why does Azeyma have a cooler earring than Mephina. HACKS!

#I'll still keep it for Syngigeim to glamour it but HACKS!

[galianbeast]

did not give a shite over the new bed mount but the flavor text says its inspired by the beds in mephina's arms for the orphans AWWWWWUUARR (powercry emoji)

#still dont want it cuz why would i want smth like that but #ill take some idyllshire ~*~LORE~*~ scraps

[tetsuro-wulf]

The Wulf's Eye: RP Journal #113 | Frost Thaws, Spring Returns P2

And answers she had.

One that solidified any semblence of hope when I returned to Menphina's grove empty-handed with a new fire set ablaze in my heart. His flame hadn't yet burned out. No shinigami present following his death. However.. we had no idea where he was. All I knew was that someone took him. We decided to 'retrace' some possible steps, except it ultimately led us to Coerthas where we encountered a dragon. This dragon mentioned a man nabbing her son, using the same red collar that was used to control those Keepers Deommant snagged. Though as we were about to head to our possible lead, Steel Vigil, we were caught off guard by an emergency call in the Shroud.. from Haruko's brothers?

When we arrived in the Shroud, well.. to my eyes those very same monsters once slayed alongside the Vault had returned in the form of this abominations. Their own brothers and sisters transformed before their very eyes. We had to act quickly, or more would be killed. Damn bastard set it up to deter us. But we fought fiercely.. as fierce as can be. As much as I wanted to charge after my son first and foremost, these were formerly his people and family.

As soon as things were 'quelled' for the most part there, we headed to Steel Vigil where we faced off with our key target.. Deommant. He had Haruko strapped to one of those damn despair machines. The derranged asshole boasted about becoming a God and having the world bow to him. It answered all questions the scientist couldn't; he was truly a fucking madman.

I never thought I would fall back on such technique involving the Eight Hells, but when you take my kid, you're asking for a fucking death sentence. Perhaps one of the most emotional battle yet, but who are we to not control those emotion until fueling our onslaught? Our purpose? Why we were brought to such a brual battle.

Deommant was no more.. but my son suffered from that machine. He was so weak.. so weak I thought he would crumble if he fell over. But.. never would I have predicted.. he be so close to death. So.. so very close.. and close to death he was...

It pulled him under.

He wasn't breathing. No pulse. My world stopped. Everything stopped. What did we do wrong? Would he have lived if we came a second sooner? I refused this fate.. I outright cursed it out. It wasn't his time. And it wasn't that man's call for it to be my son's time. We rushed him to Menphina's grove.. surely the goddest could bring back her own follower, right? Right..?

She advised we set his body in the moonpool. She.. wasn't certain. I know Kami are not to be involved in relighting one's candle once the Shinigami has claimed them. But she said all we could do was wait.

And wait we did. We waited.. a week.

It felt similar to the abyss.. except in the company of my loved ones. Which felt as if it was fate. Because ultimately..

He woke up. And how damn grateful was I that he had the power to defy fate just as all of us did. Not only that but.. the connection to Mephina's pool granted him a semblence of immortality.

Despite my focus being on the relief that he came back to us.. this set in the reality. My boys.. will I not outlive them anymore? Perhaps.. perhaps it's not so selfish. I'm just so happy I didn't lose a son that day.

#wulf journal #wulf journals

[sunflower-dancing]

Hello I’m a simp for the Twelve AND I LITERALLY SCREEN SHOTTED WHAT I COULD AND OMG HALONE IS SUCH MOMMY AND MEPHINA? IS THAT YOU? AAAAAAHHHHh *gross ugly sobbing* 

Spoilers under the cut. Sorry for crap quality. 

#ff14 #ff14 spoilers #final fantasy xvi #the twelve #YOOOOOOO #OOC