#shinizenchi

[theirlegacies]

        nobody  could  ever  say  that  Faewynn  Glossgleam  didn’t  deliver  on  a promise.  in  fact,  she  had  only  texted  Omen  this  morning  and  after  a  short  delay  (  a  long  one,  frankly  --  though  she  supposed  she  could  forgive  him  for  it,  considering  the  circumstance  )  had  found  the  answer  she  sought.

[  text: 🅾️👬  ]  you’ll  know  when  i’m  there.  ;)

        a  simple  enough  response;  more  than  enough  to  sate  him  --  she  hoped.  she  wasn’t  terribly  far  from  the  Emerald  Ward,  and  tight  as  they  could  be  there  --  they’d  never  deny  a  Glossgleam.  though  it  seemed  she  was  paid  no  mind  as  she  rode  through  the  streets.  all  the  better;  for  once,  she  didn’t  want  eyes  on  her.  at  least,  not  when  it  mattered.

        but  when  it  did?  well...

        as  she  rounded  the  corner  she  lowered  the  passenger  window  to  her  SUV,  whilst  turning  up  the  volume  on  her  radio.  it  didn’t  matter  what  was  playing  (  much  ),  but  it  did  matter  that  it  was  loud;  attention-grabbing;  obvious.  within  her  glove  compartment  she  pulled  out  a  stick  of  minty  gum  and  helped  herself  to  a  piece.  she  wasn’t  all  too  familiar  with  the  place  he’d  described,  but  it  looked...  well...  like  a  home  in  the  emerald  ward.  she  double  checked  her  phone  to  ensure  she  was  in  the  right  spot,  then  promptly  honked  the  horn  of  her  car  twice.

        ❝  told  ya  you’d  know,  ❞  she  said  to  him,  sticking  her  head  out  of  her  window  and  offering  him  a  grin  as  she  blew  a  bubble  with  her  gum.  ❝  but  I  ain’t  waitin’  all  day  for  ya,  so  bring  whoever  you’re  bringin’  and  get  in  here.  ❞  offering  him  a  wink  she  dipped  her  head  back  into  her  car  and  waited,  only  choosing  to  unlock  the  doors  as  he  approached  the  door.  she  lowered  the  music  a  touch  as  the  door  opened,  but  not  by  much.  one  of  many  lessons  she’d  learned  was  to  cover  her  own  tracks  --  and  the  half  elf  did  so  in  several  ways.  thus,  as  she  pulled  away  from  the  home  he’d  found  himself  in,  she  took  no  time  in  getting  down  to  the  business  at  hand  --  though  not  before  offering  him  a  stick  of  gum.

        ❝  so  --  you  got  a  plan  for  your  predicament,  or  you  just  plannin’  on  goin’  in  all  gung  ho?  ❞

a  starter  for  @shinizenchi  //  to  omen,  with  love  from  faewynn.

#character: faewynn #interaction: omen #shinizenchi #:) for you

[siniste]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓      ,      @shinizenchi  :      ❛      🗣️      ❜      (      draven  !      )

#⭑ ✦ ◞ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐗 ‚ answered . #shinizenchi #I had a sappy one saved but this sent me #I love them ur honor

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[rahorak]

                    LEONA  &  KAYLE IN MECHA KINGDOMS AU.

                                     ❛    I  know  your  eyes,  I  know  inside                                      The  walls  you  hide  behind                                      And  I  saw  the  truth  inside  the  real  you.    ❜

                             2  /  ??  for  @shinizenchi   /   Accepting  selectively.

#⊰ ` ✦ » aesthetic / let the sun’s light rain down on me. ⊱ #⊰ ` ✦ » v. mecha kingdoms / my heart laid bare. ⊱ #⊰ ` ✦ » kayle / shove your kiss straight through my chest. ⊱ #shinizenchi #guess which au i am feeling hee hoo #i hope you like my hot garbage xoxo #smoking / / #guns / / #blood / /

[starsfreckled-archived]

 @shinizenchi asked : right back at you with the five times kissed !  ( five times kissed / selectively accepting ) .

the first time amaya kisses thancred is right after defeating ifrit. amaya wrapped an arm around him, still riding the high from the adrenaline of surviving - and defeating - a primal. with a bright grin she pressed a kiss to his cheek. he looked dumbfounded, she didn’t even notice and as she quite happily leaves the battlefield he rubs his cheek a little and follows her with a chuckle - it would probably be quite fun to tease her about it later .

the second kiss is after the defeat of the ultima weapon and lahabrea. when he wakes up she is right there and hugs him, gently holding his face and looking him over “are you alright? by the twelve I thought we lost you” and then the warrior of light kisses his forehead and thancred blinks before laughing “do you always kiss people after battle?” amaya looks at him in confusion and thancred realizes that she does not remember. and that he never teased her about it because lahabrea had possessed him. “after ifrit---” he starts and could see the memory coming back to her. her entire face seemed to darken and the warrior of light who had just defeated one of the greatest soldiers garlemald could offer was completely and utterly flustered. “I... I did not ! you just remember things wrongly! clearly you need more rest... and... good day to you!” and with those words she quickly disappeared out of sight, still clearly flustered.

the third kiss was his to take. she stood there, focusing on cooking a breakfast for her and her nightly intruder. her hair was a mess, the shirt she was wearing hung loosely from her, revealing those heavily freckled shoulders. amaya let out a rather un-heroic screech when thancred wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. amaya sighed and pressed her hand against his face when with a smug grin, he noted that she looked quite cute.

the fourth kiss are all the kisses between them that none of the two can properly recall. if anyone asked her when she had started to be with thancred, she couldn’t give an answer. besides they weren’t dating, they were... fooling around. whenever he visited her cottage, or they both were in the scion’s headquarters, they would sneak in those little kisses. it was just that, friends fooling around. friends enjoying each other’s company and knowing that this, whatever this was, helped them cope. it wasn’t more than that. they both saw people outside of each other, they both were not ready to commit to anything, not after their losses in life.

then why, by the twelve, when they reunite and return to ishgard, does she refuse to let go of him? why does she want to hold him, tell him to not leave her again because she loves him? not that she says any of that. there are other things to worry about and she wouldn’t burden him with feelings that certainly wouldn’t go anywhere. so instead, when they are alone, she tugs him down and gently kisses him. “welcome back. you know, ishgard is terribly cold without you around so do me a favor: don’t leave like that again”

#shinizenchi #❝ ᶦⁿᵏ ˢᵒᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵗᶦᵖˢ ❞╱ ic asks .

[bladewarde]

❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜ ( from omen ) / @shinizenchi​​

She’s pretending to sleep; back pressed into the hard ground, with grass tickling her ear, but she can’t help but smile at that. He got it; he understood. Her experience of having the walls of her sedentary existence crumble, only to reveal the breadth of the world that she knew nothing of... She knew, then, she was never going back.

Her eyes open, squinting in the dark as she stares into infinite black. ❝ Is that you telling me you’re going somewhere? ❞ She asks him, cheekily. Laera turns her head; where Omen is, she can’t tell -- can’t quite see him in the darkness -- but knows him to be near. ❝ I’m jealous. ‘Ave an adventure for us both, then, aye? ❞

#shinizenchi #i love omen sm #❛ 𝒊𝒄. / ic answers.

[eldkine-archive]

ask

you’re such a fucking idiot actually

#& out of character. #shinizenchi

[drachenblood]

     At dawn he wakes to a chill in his bones. Though sheltered beneath the boughs of the Forelands ‘twould seem the icy winds had chased them from the Highlands. He rises with a swallowed grunt, limbs seemingly refusing to obey, as though the cold itself had turned flesh and bone to brittle ice. He knows the cold, knows it better than he knows of sunny days and rolling green fields, but to be thus afflicted speaks of how soft he has become in his time away from his homeland. The thought brews a dark cloud in his heart when he makes ready to break camp, paying little mind to his travelling companion.

    It seemed an affront to have one at all so close to Ishgard, who alone amongst the Scions knew the lay of the land better? Who alone lived near half his life in the wilds without need of a second pair of hands or a second pair of eyes? He scowls, storm clouds darkening further. No. Though the Scions may claim elsewise, to be paired with any of their ilk spoke of their mistrust that he might flee given first opportunity. The pale-haired warrior is to be his minder.

    ❝ We are but a day’s walk from the Churning Mists.❞  He shakes frost from his bedroll, speaking more to his own equipment than to his companion.  ❝ Though we may no longer fear the wrath of dragons, fiend and foe alike still stalk the shadows of these lands. Be on your guard.❞ / @shinizenchi​

#shinizenchi #🐉┇IC #⭐┇VERSE: LITANY #for thancred! #hold onto your chocobos cuz we're going on a roadtrip

[tartarusdwelt-a]

@shinizenchi 「 ✿ 」  met in the underworld –

          A GIRL. SHE WAS JUST A GIRL. Beneath the dirt and the bloodstains there was a glance of her in the knife’s reflection; a crack of steel betraying greenery through the metal. She’s a little older each time ( a little wiser, a little stronger, a little harder ) and, as quickly as it comes, she shifts the light or turns the blade, and it is gone.

          THERE WERE MANY GIRLS BEFORE HER  – she would be remiss to believe herself the youngest. But the difference between her and them, Ryne knew, was that she was still alive. 

          DESPITE THIS, THE GIRL BLED THROUGH. Less of a crack and more of a flood, she found herself wrapped up in childish pleasures despite herself; knowing full well these were once the machinations that kept her in a gilded cage. In Eulmore she could have whatever she wanted and yet it was still not enough; no castle, no dress or decorated crown. When she left, she resolved within herself to try and abandon them, yet time with the Scions taught her the value in embracing tiny pleasures. Even her saviour -- he with his dark eyes and harsh tongue -- had softened over time, and she found herself coming to think of them as family.

          SHE FELT A BIT OF A GOSSIPMONGER as she came to crouch by his side. With her arms wrapped around her knees and her chin resting on the limbs, it is as much a comfort as it is a fool’s effort to hold the laughter back that quivered in her filaments, and she could not help but blurt out her question before he had a chance to ask.

            ❝ THANCRED – – what is a moogle? ❞

#「 ✿ 」𝙍𝙔𝙉𝙀 / destroying all the cruelty of fate. #shinizenchi #'the fae can't be worse than moogles' #one of them probably said #ryne: oh no it's time to embarrass dad

[leadsinger-a]

@shinizenchi​’s  akali  says  [   …   ]   ‘  life  is  cruel  and  the  word  ‘ love ’  shouldn’t  be  plastered  all  over  the  fucking  place .  ’

          WITH  PINKS  AND  REDS  and  a  touch  of  black  composing  the  majority  of  xer  closet  ,  the  association  with  love  is  difficult  to  escape.  a  red  pen  is  busy  scribbling  meaningless  doodles  on  xer  empty  coffee  cup.  as  cherry  fills  in  a  heart   ,  eyes  flick  up  to  meet  akali’s.     “     well  ,  have  you  considered  that  you’re  just  boring     ?     it’s  just  a  word.  if  it  bothers  you  this  much  ,  maybe  this  isn’t  for  you.     ”     there’s  a  hollow  sound  when  he  sets  the  paper  cup  onto  the  table.     “     you  can’t  sugar  coat  your  thoughts  on  the  album  at  least  a  little     ?     next  one’s  gonna  be  different  ,  anyway.     ”

#if his personality changes every 2 posts pls ignore it im still getting a hang of him #─── ⠀ 🍒 ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ ∕ ⠀ ANSWERED ⠀ ! #shinizenchi #feel free 2 continue :p

[theirlegacies]

QUESTIONS FOR YOU:

how does faewynn react to stress? what kind of things does she do to relax?

what is alaric's end goal? does he have a dream he wants to fulfil before he dies?

would sivir give up her immortality?

tasty questions for me to ponder upon // always accepting.

1) I suppose internally she’d describe it as everything going quiet for her. she doesn’t stress easily because she is often seeking out that which would be considered stressful circumstance in the first place; high stakes for high reward. she can focus quite well in those circumstances, and even when things go wrong she continues in much the same way - but is perhaps a bit more... tunnel vision in those moments. her time in the tomb of the nine gods is by far the most stressful experience she’s ever been in, and that is exactly how she handled it; focusing on just getting through and dealing with the stress afterwards.

to relax, she has some good habits and not so good habits. much as she says she’s not a performing bard, she does love music. she also loves to drink - and depending on when you catch her in her life it’s either a relatively healthy habit... or extremely excessive. she’d consider herself resting and relaxing if she were either making some music, hanging out at a tavern with a drink, or engaging in the company of someone close to her. maybe, sometimes, even doing some administrative work for her guild... maybe. the door to her office would be locked and bolted for that, though; no disturbances. i think her normal, day to day living is relaxing for her just because of the nature of her profession being a thrill seeker.

2) he doesn’t have one! mostly because he has no intention of dying. most of his goals he achieves in the moment - so, not to mistake him as not being ambitious. he’s just very good at doing the things he wants to do. he used to have a goal similar to that of Faewynn’s; wanting to make a name for himself... but, well - it suddenly lacked appeal for him, so he chose to follow his life as he does currently.

3) for what purpose would it be that she would be giving up her immortality? a moral obligation? is it because she is considered evil, or is it a case of sacrifice for the greater good - to protect the world, or to protect an important person? and, if the latter, who is that person - and why is her life the one that must be sacrificed? and should she give it up - would the benefit of such a sacrifice outweigh that which will no longer be present within the world? will her impact not being there cause more harm than her being there in that present moment, even should people consider her kind to be evil in nature? is it possible to even quantify such queries to come up with a solution that ticks all possible boxes and passes all checks - morally and logically? does it matter?

...she has thought about it for the last 4000 or so years and hasn’t come any closer to a concrete answer regarding her immortality. she just knows she is here at the moment - for better or worse - and is doing her part to contribute.

#hc: faewynn #hc: alaric #hc: sivir #drinking / #tag: asks #shinizenchi

[lighthousc]

💔 @shinizenchi​​ sent:  

breaths heave into afire lungs as she stands over the unmoving bodies of a pair of thugs. are they dead? who cares? the pair of them will be long gone before the cops get there. her hands shake as she looks up to the one she’d been protecting, the one whose gaze causes her uncaring facade to falter.

“ I wasn’t just gonna let them get away with that, ” her voice shakes, “ and I wasn’t gonna let you just stand there and take it, either. ” a bloody, bruised hand extends to take his own between her fingers. she offers a half smile, trying to offer comfort despite her show of violence. “ you okay? ”

               a  mere  mistake,  a  turn  taken  too  early  had  shifted  him  from  only  a  physician  attempting  to  make  his  way  to  the  clinic  to  an  unknowing  lamb  for  the  slaughter.  the  hand  that  gripped  his  shirt  hadn’t  been  as  much  of  a  surprise  as  the  brick  wall  he’d  been  slammed  into,  head  knocking  back  with  the  force  in  a  collusion  that  left  all  senses  but  sight  buzzing.  he  hadn’t  known  what  they  desired  (  money  ,  probably  —  it  seemed  all  humans  ever  desired  was  that  currency  and  the  power  associated  with  it  ),  but  his  lack  of  response  had  a  fist  poised  right  into  his  vision  ...  until  that  particular  thug  had  been  pulled  away  from  him.  AKALI ?

though  watching  each  thug  fall  one  by  one,  the  nephilim  stood  unmoving  as  he  watched  the  familiar  back  in  front  of  him.  it  surprised  him  sometimes,  the  destruction  that  body  was  so  capable  of.  for  as  merciful  and  empathetic  as  he  was,  there  was  little  empathy  to  be  found  as  the  last  thug  laid  motionless  on  the  ground.  his  head  snapped  up  once  the  other  approached,  the  smile  on  his  face  weak  as  he  intertwined  his  fingers  between  akali’s.  he’d  rather  she  didn’t  get  hurt  for  his  sake  ...  but  he  appreciated  her  rescue  all  the  same.  ❝  i’m  ..  fine.  better  than  they  are,  anyway.  ❞

a  cheap  shot  at  humour,  he  brought  his  free  hand  to  touch  the  painful  spot  on  his  cheek  and  grimaced  as  fingers  came  away  blotched  in  red.  looked  like  it  wasn’t  just  his  friend  that  sorely  needed  their  injuries  cleaned.    ❝  i  should  be  asking  you  that  ..  are  you  alright  ?    ❞

#♡↳ `ANSWERS: look to the heavens for an answer; SILAS #( silas & akali ) #// HOW DOES SHE GO FROM BEATING ASS TO SO SOFT #♡↳ `QUEUE: chapters released one at a time #shinizenchi

[referentblood]

     𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘯  𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 , taking  a  break  from  his  thoughts  to  enjoy  the  discussion  held  by  the  scions  after  the  battle  they  had  just  faced . his  airship  awaited  him , more  then  likely  refueled  and  ready  to  return  to  ishgard  where  he  will  set  about  doing  more  work  before  retiring  for  the  night  --  unless  he  lingered .      aymeric  was  in  the  company  of  people  he  had  not  seen  in  quite  a  long  time , and  new  people  he  had  yet  to  meet  at  all . he  meant  to  perhaps  mingle , and  percieve . in  fact  thats  where  he  turned  his  attention , looking  over  to  thancred  and  smiling  politely .      ❝    ser  thancred ,    ❞    he  called  politely , hoping  to  garner  his  attention  for  the  moment .

      ❝    you  look  quite  well  since  last  i  saw  you ,    ❞    he  complimented , smiling  turning  wider .    ❝    and  your  eyes  has  recovered , it  seems ?    ❞

@shinizenchi​ for thancred

#god i hope this is okay #i'm pretty sure the last time that thancred and aymeric were in a room together where they could maybe talk was like? pre stormblood #but idk i might be wrong hehe #next thing i do for you will be for nova ♥ #shinizenchi #⬛️ in character post . #5.55 spoilers

[starsfreckled-archived]

 @shinizenchi​ asked :  ♦️ for thancred & emet ( one word association // accepting ) .

for thancred : “loving” 

& for emet : “grief”

#shinizenchi #❝ ᶦⁿᵏ ˢᵒᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵗᶦᵖˢ ❞╱ ic asks .

[herbindings-a]

@shinizenchi​:  sylvanas lounges on her throne within the undercity -- with nathanos sufficiently dealt with , she sits alone in the darkness . with a wave of her hand she dismisses her dreadguards , uttering a brief instruction to summon velonara to her side . once the dark ranger appears , she pats her lap . " come , report to me . i wish to hear of your adventures , dalah'surfal . "

When Sylvanas calls for her, Velonara is always there within minutes if possible. This time is no different. She enters the throne room and as always, straightens up just a little more now that she is in the presence of her queen.    “    You called for me,    ”    she states as she walks towards Sylvanas. It isn’t unusual, the way she pats her lap when Velonara is within reach. It definitely isn’t an order Velonara is about to disobey, so she removes her bow from her back and puts it aside by the throne upon which she then climbs into her queen’s lap.

For a moment, it is just the two of them sitting together in silence. Velonara is almost sad to break it, fearing she would ruin something so sacred if she spoke. But speak she will, for it was asked of her.

“    I saw to your troops in the Plaguelands today. They are doing well in their task, my queen. I was told they spot fewer and fewer humans, as if they are realizing that fighting back is futile.    ”    It is easy to report the good news. The last thing she wants is to see the disappointment in Sylvanas’ eyes were she to tell her something she did not want to hear. Velonara has done so plenty of times in the past, of course, and it never gets easier.

Long, slender ears lower a bit as the Dark Ranger regards her partner. Suddenly there is something akin to a lump in her chest  —  something that is becoming more and more of a frequent thing around the particular elf. She decides to go on, however.    “    When I arrived back in Undercity, I saw to my daily tasks  —  nothing too exciting, I’m afraid.    ”    Humble as ever, Velonara bows her head as she thinks. She lets out a hum from the depths of her throat.

“    But, I did find this. . .    ”    She reaches into her belt pouch and takes out a necklace of silver with a heart shaped sapphire inlay. There is a small bow and arrow pendant also in silver dangling side by side with the gemstone. The moment she had touched it she had known what it was  —  and how anxious she had been to give it to Sylvanas when they were still alive.    “    I had meant to give it to you a long time ago. Will you still have it?    ”

Unprompted asks      |  |      Always accepting.

#` ✦ 01. ⋮ in character ⋮ a sermon for the listener; seduce & destroy. #` ✦ 02. ⋮ velonara ⋮ & i feel like i’m knocking on heaven’s door. #shinizenchi #not me having vel remember more and more each interaction