#senetaf

[voidb0und]

— from @senetaf: “I have feelings for you. I do. But it’s not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love.” (senetaf) / prompt

Wrapped in sheets as they are and still — or at least they were supposed to be — basking in the afterglow of another night spent together, of another night learning each other’s bodies, and then… and then… How did the conversation come to this? Why did she allow herself to say anything? At least she wasn’t foolish enough to tell him how far she had fallen, instead only offering up the briefest glimpse into her feelings. Even so, it’s hard to contain the shatter of her heart at those words and the immediate rage and grief that follows afterwards. They’d journeyed together for moons now, getting to know each other and bonding. Falling into bed together. Wasn’t trust supposed to have been built by now? Faith in each other? How much had she fooled herself into thinking there was something here? That there was something building between them? Had she truly been the only one to fall? What a gods damned fool she was — letting herself become vulnerable enough for this, allowing the loneliness of her life to cloud her mind, to chase her into his arms. She should’ve known better — she doesn’t need anyone other than Ram, wasn’t that how life was supposed to be for her? Despite the rage ( a rage directed inwards if anything ), she cannot blame him — not with his past, not with how she is. She’s always been an unloveable thing, that’s why she’d bound herself to Ram in the first place, wasn’t it? So she’d always have at least one person who wanted her, needed her, loved her. Why was she still so greedy for more when she knew that she was impossible to love? The instinct to cut and run rises up in her chest, ignited by the grief and lighting a flame she could use to burn every bridge but she chokes it down, bites back the instinct to lash out with cruel words. 

Instead, Adrasteia's feet touch gently on the rug beside the bed as she swings her legs out of it. Shaking hands reach for the cigarettes and lighter she always keeps nearby and she moves to sit on the windowsill, knees drawn close to her body, taking in the moon high above. It takes a moment to get the cigarette lit, hands uncooperative with how badly they’re trembling — she’s sure all of her is trembling, but she can’t truly feel it. The rage and grief is starting to disperse and with it comes the numbness that always follows. The tip of the cigarette burns a cherry red and she inhales, slow and steady despite it all, holding the smoke until it burns at her lungs. Something to feel, maybe a way to punish herself, before releasing in a relaxed exhale. A farce, of course, but no one else needs to know that, except her, and Ram who will find her worse for wear later on when’s allowed herself to fall apart without prying eyes. 

❝ I suppose it’s a good thing I could never love you then, either, hm? ❞ Adrasteia hums, gentle and tone neutral. A lie, a foolish lie, but she can’t… she can’t allow this to go any further. She won’t cut bridges, she won’t be harsh, but if it’s to protect herself, she’ll lie and stop this where it is. Maybe they’re both better off if he never loves her anyway. Gods knows she only ruins everything she touches anyhow. ❝ All we’re doing here is just finding company in each other, right? Sure, some feelings have developed but those feelings don’t ever have to change anything. ❞ Another inhale. Another exhale. Keep your voice steady still. You can survive this, you've survived worse than a broken heart. ❝ One day we’ll both find someone we can love and that’ll be the end of whatever this thing is, but for now, what we have is a good thing and it doesn’t have to go any further, wouldn’t you agree, Hati? ❞

#hello ur so welcome for this very introspective angst #✧ ⥼ — dynamic ; hati hrodvitnir. ❝ if you’re intolerable / let me be the one to tolerate you. #✧ ⥼ — timeline. endwalker. #✧ ⥼ — in character. #✧ ⥼ — v. 001. warrior of light. ❝ is this really the world? shall i grieve? shall i hope? #senetaf #✧ ⥼ thread — senetaf. hati hrodvitnir. 002. #✧ ⥼ — answered. #long post *

[reapcrbunny]

@senetaf​  --  “seems like you’re a non believer in what i’m doing now.” (sewer shenanigans)    //    two songs and beyond

(    🐇   )                 <     I MEAN I AM    indifferent as long as we perform rites so that there is some semblance of a trade to be had    compared    to what we take.     >      she rolls a shoulder where her scythe’s snath rested.    coming along with hati on misadventures quite often rendered her in situations quite different than the norm     --  she    WAS NAUGHT COMPLAINING.

THOUGH THE SMELL    she could have done without.

#senetaf #{ gods bless LMAO } #OUT OF CHARACTER ( MEME REPLIES )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ thanks for being grand uwu #( ENDWALKER V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ I CAN FEEL EYES STARING AT ME. FEELING UNEASY.

[stxrcxller]

@senetaf | ✩

White ears twitched at the sound of someone speaking to her, the Miqo'te certainly caught of guard for a brief moment. She doubted she'd even need to have the heightened hearing of her people to know that this stranger's voice sounded especially nice.

And then, almost immediately, her brows furrowed. "Well... that certainly isn't a sketchy question to pose to a stranger... Outside of the markets, no less..."

She quickly folded up her notes, haphazardly tucking them away before grabbing her staff and using it to get up to properly face the Viera. "And... what exactly is this 'offer'?"

Ah, and there it goes again. The near constant internal begging for people to not cause a problem she'd be obligated to stick her nose into. Too tired for that!

#Countless Stories || RP #The Unending Journey || Mainverse #Rolling Girl || Endwalker #senetaf

[ventusbane]

next .. a seesaw for the funeral parlor. 

#voxmortiis #senetaf #decorating the funeral parlor. #lets go boys lets go

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @senetaf​​ || starter prompt. ( accepting ) ] ▸▸ [  send  ☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter .  ]

─「ステラ」─  the sky was CLEAR in the night of the foreign land. the otherworldly traveler found her gaze being drawn towards the dark sky being decorated by countless stars as though she was drawn to them. another universe and timeline she had found herself upon, yet, it seemed that the clear sky brought a sense of nostalgia to the visitor from perished world.

                “ do you have any legends about the stars here ? ” curiosity had prompted her to speak, admiring the nice weather that allowed them to see the CONSTELLATIONS. most of the time, different worlds have different lores and names to the planets and asteroids within their orbit. when she gazed at them, it made her want to hear a story. “ if it’s not too much trouble, i’d love to hear about them if you do. ”

#senetaf #.ignition #.[ stella.nox.fleuret ] #.[ stella.verse: the same star upon a different sky: final fantasy xiv ] #[ throws you stella bc i can #does this count as weather based ? THE SKY IS CLEAR SO I SAY IT COUNTS #did i actually google the sky in xiv just to make sure this setting would work ? #yes yes i did ]

[fallroute]

“I don’t really like this idea. It sounds like it’ll probably backfire on us,” Yda commented, shaking her head slightly. “Like that time Papalymo swore up and down that he could deal with this massive treant by himself. He demanded I let him, you know, and so I could only watch as it tried to eat him.”

@senetaf​ liked the yda starter call

#✦;; animated pugilist { yda hext } #senetaf #idk what hati suggested but yda is like 'so there was this one time-' #sometimes she just. talks too much xD;

[atdutiesend]

{ continued | @senetaf​ }

Grim’s first thought was to be baffled at being called little one. He’d seen his new hands, had at least a glance at his new body, and little was not how he’d describe any of what he could see. It took long seconds for it to tick over that he was probably being called young which... well, gods alone knew how true that might be, especially with how long-lived Viera were.

“Mrgh... Something like that,” The accent that spilled out of his mouth was nothing Hati had ever heard before, but he nodded nonetheless. It was a slow struggle to pry himself out of his ball. Perhaps trusting the first stranger to offer to help wasn’t wise, but he certainly wasn’t getting anywhere on his own yet. “Thank you.”

#isekaiposting #senetaf #grumpy mentor; hati #{ it's huge XD #like to be clear i'm going off headcanons about viera aging #so he's meant to be a young adult #BARELY old enough to be out on his own #mostly because it was voted funniest if his chronological age stuck #rather than physical maturity #also enjoy modern midwestern accent in eorzea }

[turnsorrow]

“  WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LEND YOU  a hand? Not that I’m rightly asking so much as demanding you allow me to do so, of course.”  She speaks coolly, an amused smile ‘pon her lips as she sidles up next to him, arms crossed over her chest.  “I’ve no hidden agenda.”  /  @senetaf​.

#he doesn't have to be wol for this unless ur wanting him to be jsyk !! #KJENRHM #senetaf #◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— unspecified . #◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— ic › you and i will stand and fight‚ our hearts ignite to the call. . #◦ 「 ☆ 」 —— queue will see this through .

[minarcana]

@senetaf asked:

"Hope dangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption, winding in and winding out. The shine of it has caught my eye." (for Urianger)

Poetic, which Urianger appreciates in no small amount. Light as the flicker of a steel fish-lure, if hope were merely a carrot-and-stick. How sad a metaphor. He regards the other with a thoughtful absent tap of finger against his jaw. “I should hope for thee it lieth on such a thing stronger than mere string.”

Perhaps he misunderstands. It is, after all, similar to the Scions’ own standard simile of ‘dawn’, a thing that will always be a not-now, maybe-one-day. (But still, dawn is inevitable, while a lure breaks.) “Hope is a thing meant to be grabbed by any hand willing, to draw thee forward. Doubt thyself not in the reaching for that which catcheth thine eye, no?”

#senetaf #ic : urianger #asks

[shiningluz-archived]

@senetaf​ from this bc tumblr is being weird

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Morgan turned her scowl into a glare, like she wanted him dead right in that moment. Now, how dare this man think she is stupid enough to fall for this childish act? She also is gonna strangle Martyn next time she leaves the money she earned for not telling her who this man was. If Martyn is in any sketchy business, why wouldn’t he tell her? She thought they were close.

“How dare you?” Her index begins to poke his chest “Thinking I’m some kind of idiot to fall into your lies” She knows the people who Martyn deals with. The Warrior of Light, Whastrach and the two Mamool Ja, she never heard of this man, her teacher would have said something in the first place, which mean something wasn’t right at all. 

“If you dragged Martyn into some sketchy business because he was desperate for money, I’m going to strangle you” and her teacher too, for not being honest with her when she forced him to do so. Just because she didn’t have any memories and he thinks full of himself in trying to “protect” her (or just being goddamn selfish with his contacts), it didn’t give him the right to not tell her everything, like he promised.

“And he never went to Dalmasca. Went twice to New World and came back to Limsa Lominsa to begin his sells. Get that right, at least, you supposed friend of Martyn!” Grabbing her bag, she glares at him once again, throwing her long, pink hair back to hit him in purpose. 

#senetaf #with a tip of her magical hat ; morgan #tumblr is weird #and morgan is more smarter than she lets on

[voidb0und]

— from @senetaf: [ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. / prompt.

Despite how slow and gentle Hati is to reach for her face, Adrasteia still flinches back instinctively. She feels worn, fragile, vulnerable and glazed over eyes do not hide any of the exhaustion that dwells within them. The impassive mask she oft adorns is too energy consuming right now to even truly consider, as much as she would like to don it and present the strength she’s always meant to carry. 

Nonetheless, despite the initial hesitation, the au ra does not deny the grip on her chin, nor does she refuse to allow her face be tilted up to meet his. Their eyes do not meet, however, not when she's quick to switch her focus to wall next to them instead. A painful throb in her temple screams at her not to repeat the harsh action and drying blood staining her skin begins to crack from her movements. Hell knows there’s likely still some fresh blood somewhere too — surely it hasn't been long enough for all of it to have dried? A fleeting thought that disperses quickly when Adra's far too aware passage of time never feels real to her when she's like this. She longs to shrink into something smaller that cannot be perceived when she’s this unsightly, to hide away until the bruising and gashes heal and she's no longer a creature to be pitied.

❝ I’m okay. ❞ Adrasteia murmurs, barely willing to break the silence of the room, especially to fill it a lie she’s trying to tell herself because she knows that the viera certainly won’t believe it. ❝ It’s not only my blood, that’s something, at least, isn’t it? ❞

#senetaf #* timeline. to be decided. #blood cw #✧ ⥼ — v. 001. warrior of light. ❝ is this really the world? shall i grieve? shall i hope? #✧ ⥼ — in character. #✧ ⥼ — answered.

[reapcrbunny]

(    🐇   )            WOOD THIS     .  .    was weird.   she glanced off as she strode past the gates of danse macabre,   barely    paying attention to the time    (    people die during the night y’know    )    as she rapped her fist   ‘GAINST THE DOOR.  

PLEASE BE AWAKE.    or open.    she    HAD A DELIVERY.

@senetaf​ gets this bye

#senetaf #{ hati !!! i have a delivery of bodies for u at 2 am !!!! } #( UNDETERMINED V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ NOT SURE WHAT YOU'RE ASKING OF ME

[ventusbane]

angelus sending hati to find mavis 

hati: did you forget about danse macabre? mavis: what’s a danse macabre? is it food? 

#voxmortiis #senetaf #shitposting

[undyinglament]

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon?

Questions for the mun

//Yes and no. I could, and probably have, write essays about how Asahi is treated in canon.

On one hand, he exists to be an obstacle. He is a minor antagonist, a roadblock, he exists to forward Yotsuyu's narrative. He isn't as fleshed out as a larger character because that is not the point of him. And I can absolutely accept that, I'm fine with that. He is a narrative tool before he is a character in his own right and sometimes stories need that. Thats fine.

On the other hand! Asahi is introduced in the patches that deal with Yotsuyu and Fordola and go into how the empire treats non garlean conscripts and citizens. The patches go into the atrocities of war and the grey morality of people doing what they need to survive, people doing what they need to move forward, people who have been hurt by their own 'side'. Yotsuyu and Fordola get these fully fleshed out explanations for why they are like they are, and they get to start moving forward beyond that. And then you have Asahi; Asahi who is younger than Yotsuyu and was sold to the empire before he was even ten years old. Asahi who devoted himself to a man who doesnt know or care about him because he misinterpreted something as an act of kindness. Asahi who is full of rage at the Domans who hate him for something he truly didnt have a choice in, and the Garleans who will never truly accept him. We see nothing as to why he is like this. He gets no sympathy, no care, no love. 'Here is two people who do horrible things but this is why. also heres asahi, hes terrible. have fun.'

#senetaf #✧ — ⋆ ooc

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @senetaf​ || cha hae-in starter call ]

─「차해인」─  the GOLDEN HUES in her grey hues spoke how her own power and ability was still active, and that the injuries she just attained wasn’t lethal enough to have put her out of the battle just yet. “ i’m alright. it just grazed me. ” the WOUND over her arm and shoulder proved that to be an understatement, especially with crimson liquid tainting her skin. they did throb painfully, pulsing right through her left chest and lungs. was it a curse or a poison ? surely, it wasn’t an ordinary attack. form slowly rose once more, fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword.

                “ i can still fight. ”

#senetaf #.ignition #.[ cha.hae–in ] #[ i'm leaving this vague as to what verse you'd want this for #either modern fantasy / ffxiv or genshin work just fine #i'm also aiming a slight pre-est here #iF YOUR MUSE THROW A LOOK OF ' WTF ARE YOU ON ABOUT ' AT MY MUSE AGAIN I'M STRANGLING YOU I S2G ]

[stxrcxller]

@senetaf​

It was more than a little annoying, not being able to do most of her gathering herself anymore. She did have...ethically borrowed mammets, but she was recently made to return those- like she most certainly always intended to. So when all else fails... go out and buy some more materials. Or, rather, bribe Ul’dah’s alchemists with new things she had learned of the craft in Thavnair and through her own escapades. Oh yes, the needed ingredients for her own personal medicines and potions came showering down after that.

Before long, she was seated at one of the many fountains in Ul’dah, checking through a hastily scribbled down list to make sure she’d gotten a good stock of everything she’d need for a while. ...As well as give her carbuncle many pats as a reward for hauling everything for her. Once satisfied with her double-checking, she was rummaging through her things for any scraps of paper- finding a crumpled up wad- this time scribbling down recent ‘secrets’ the Ul’dahn Alchemists had uncovered.

“And with that... I should be set for even longer next time I run out.” Ah, the back and forth of trade. And perfectly ethical because it meant higher competition and thus, higher practice and learning for everyone involved! Though, hearing someone else nearby, she did also scribble another note- this time to herself- to stop talking to herself in public. Because she did not need people questioning her mental state on top of all other aspects of her wellbeing.

#Countless Stories || RP #The Unending Journey || Mainverse #Rolling Girl || Endwalker #senetaf