#thaleia talks

[miqolena]

Thoughts on 6.5

Now that I've thought on it a bit I wanted to compile my thoughts on 6.5 for the record and for anyone who's curious.

Spoilers below the cut for both the 24-person raid unlock, clear, and after-quests, as well as the MSQ.

MSQ

I liked where Zero's character went even though it went there a little fast. I think it's safe to imagine that during 6.4-6.5 offscreen time there was a bit of character building we didn't see that sort of made her more comfortable with who she was discovering herself to be. Fanfic and art will make up the gap. As it always does.

I liked the shounen power of friendship vibe that the last bit of the conflict in the Thirteenth gave us. I know some people have a bit of trouble with Golbez' quick turnaround. I don't. My ship features the king of clumsily portrayed turnarounds, I'm used to it.

This whole patch arc seemed to be filler and that's okay to me. I hope they're setting up something for later - it certainly smacked of that in how we said goodbye to Zero. I wouldn't mind running it back in the Thirteenth and doing the same thing we did to the First if we could.

I don't like that Zero won't be with us in 7.0. That was really upsetting, actually. Since she was in the Trust menu I was certain she would be a main fixture from now on, a new Scion friend to add to the main cast, but I guess I was wrong. Damn. Them's the breaks.

Myths of the Realm

During the Thaleia unlock, when Deryk revealed himself to be Oschon and that poor opo-opo staggered after him as he left, I almost burst into tears. The little guy didn't understand and there was no way for anyone to explain it to him. This isn't a knock on the rest of the raid story, but that moment moved me more deeply than anything else had so far.

Likewise when the opo-opo halted Oschon's footsteps at the end, I felt something. What I'm saying is that if the opo-opo had not been there then this entire raid series would have rang pretty hollow to me in its finale. The previous raid had a moment where Menphina talked about hearing the prayers of all her children, and that got to me, but otherwise I had no huge attachment to any of the gods and so I wasn't overly concerned with where the series was going.

Mechanically, Thaleia was satisfying to figure out and execute. Most everything I could decipher through context clues alone, which is a design choice I'm a big fan of, because my memory isn't the best and I don't do alliance raids often, so I tend to forget some things. It helps to be able to just look at what's going on and understand relatively well.

That's all. Not the biggest bang to end on before the expansion, but we do still have 6.55 to look forward to and speculate about. Overall I feel like I'm in a relatively happy place in my relationship to the game. As always, I can grind as much as I want or as little, and outside of that I am creating fan works and still have that drive (even though I'm taking a break from writing right now).

We'll just have to see what kind of expansion leadup 6.55 gives us.

#ffxiv #lena thoughts #6.5 spoilers #growing light #endwalker

[findusinaweek]

Six Sentence (or Slightly More) Sunday

Was tagged by @brasideios! Thank you so much! I am also not writing right now, just very little creative energy lately. This is from Slide Back Into The Abyss, which is what I'm calling this Deimos fic I had been working on. Post-cult Deimos falls for Thaleia (Oc. Name may change), former Follower of Ares who is now a lieutenant of the Adrestia.

Thaleia lifts her hand, waves it as she speaks. Deimos focuses on her wrist, the tenderness of her vein under her pale skin. It is an example of weakness, their mind offers. It is something easy to cut, to crush, to break. But Thaleia twists her wrist, continues talking, and Deimos thinks it is as hypnotic as a dancer. “Just because there are hardships doesn’t make it any less worthwhile”. (Thaleia talks a lot with her hands.)

ok, tagging @stressfulsloth, @baejax-the-great, @aquila-v,@blue-mono, I cannot think, anyone else like to join, please do. My brain is just mushy.

#tag game #snippet sunday #slide back into the abyss

[hands--of--fate]

Twisted from Final Fantasy XIV - Iadara Mythra

✥ Full text profile under cut! ✥

 ( Character art by myself, profile image by @ephemerallibrary )

Artwork by Jee (twitter)

Technical Information

Name: Iadara Mythra

Japanese: イアダラ・ミスラ

Nicknames:

L’Artiste (Rook) 

Sea Anemone (Floyd)

Voice Claim: TBD

Character Theme: Silica Gel - Hibernation

Biographical Information

Gender: Non-binary

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Open

Age: 18

Birthday: August 12th

Starsign: Virgo

Height: 182cm (6’0”)

Eye Color: Ruby red

Hair Color: Silver blue

Homeland: The City State of Amaurot

Family: Mother, Father (unknown), Thaleia Mythra (legal guardian, deceased)

Professional Status

Dorm: Pomefiore

Occupation: College Student

School Year: Sophmore (NRC)

Class: Class C (No. 13)

Clubs:

Film Studies Club: Iadara is a natural fit for the club due to his background in theatre and make-up. He has made himself an indispensable part of Vil’s team and happily lends a hand in any part of the production process.

Best Subjects: Astrology, Art, Potionology

Worst Subjects: History of Magic, Animal Languages, P.E.

Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Pumpkin Potage

This is their ideal comfort meal to cook when they have their free time, especially when it becomes colder outside.

Least Favorite Food: Oysters

Dislikes: The sound of scraping silverware, waking up just a bit too early, being talked over

Hobbies: Nail art, collecting crystals, writing screenplays and short stories

Talent: Cold Reading (both in fortune telling and acting)

Iadara is genuinely good at the magical practice of divination, which requires actual magical prowess, but he likes to add a little drama with some old fashioned smoke and mirrors. His preferred methods for fortune telling are reading palms and using crystals.

Appearance

Iadara stands at just six feet with a slim build, he takes great care in his appearance and is proud to be one of his dorm’s shining examples of aesthetic beauty. He often wears fingerless gloves to show off his nails, which he does himself.

Due to being raised in a society with strict fashion rules he often isn’t sure how to style himself when not in some sort of uniform but is often excited to experiment with various looks. Their casual wear is tidy and fashionable and can skew both masculine or feminine depending on how they feel that day.

Personality

To strangers Iadara is a perfectly polite and amicable young man, to his elders and upperclassmen he treats with perfect respect and his underclassmen, eager guidance. In fact, Iadara spends much more of his time interested in discussing the finer details of his companions than himself, only offering minor details when asked. This kind of behavior would set off the alarms of any socially adept person and they would be right to be cautious. Be it to collect gossip or to offer a perfect fortune telling, Iadara understands the value in knowing other people’s business. 

Once he knows that he can trust you, Iadara opens up more about himself. He is much less patient and understanding, even judging. It shows a part of himself that makes it apparent that he comes from a very closed off society, understanding the social mores of the world outside of it is a little bit of a challenge for him.

Iadara at his core is an artist, chasing whatever his muse is at the time, be it a song, a book or even a single person. He can easily fall into obsession if he doesn’t control himself. He is also a social climber, caring very much about how he is perceived.

Signature Spell

Forbidden Fruit (知恵の樹、 lit. Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil​)If Iadara makes physical contact with a target as he casts it, he can make them believe anything he tells them. The effect lasts up to 24 hours and is more effective if he tells the target things they actively want to believe. Whether or not the target knows they've been manipulated after the spell wears off depends on how outrageous the lies they're made to believe. The effect could be broken by another mind-altering spell if cast by a skilled mage.

Background

NOTE: Characters and concepts from the Shadowbringers and Endwalker expansions of Final Fantasy XIV are included as part of Iadara’s background. Please be aware if you want to avoid potential spoilers.

Iadara hails from the City State of Amaurot, a semi-reclusive bureaucratic society of mages. It’s well known that he is seeking to take the role of “Altima” in the city’s governing body, The Convocation of Fourteen. In this position he would become the city's patron of the arts, a responsibility that his guardian once held.

Starting their life in the city’s orphanage, memories of their early life there are vague and they prefer not to bring up this aspect of their past to anyone. Iadara showed promise as a mage even from a young age.

He was adopted at age seven and raised by Thaleia Mythra, holder of the seat of Altima. She raised him well, giving him a proper education and encouraged him to pursue what made him happy. Thaleia’s home was full of all manner of things she enjoyed, paintings, sculptures, endless shelves of novels, ephemera that she collected from the various plays and shows she attended and had hand in. Over the years he tried a little bit of everything, music, painting, writing and even dancing.

Iadara blossomed into a refined and promising young mage as he attended school in Amaurot, making friends and maintaining proper grades along the way. At some later point in his secondary school he had developed his Signature Spell/Unique Magic, a spell that could make anyone he touched believe a single lie told by him. Iadara tried his best to be reasonable with using it, but the power trip of being able to influence someone’s thoughts had a strong allure. He became comfortable with twisting things in his favour in small ways with his magic, despite the very real danger of ruining his reputation.

In the last year of Iadara’s secondary schooling Thaleia fell suddenly ill, throwing both of their lives into chaos. Any moment Iadara was not at school, he was by her side, constantly wracked with worry. Members of the Convocation visited often, both to comfort their colleague and to discuss the matter of who would take on the role of Altima in Thaleia’s stead.

When asked who she would nominate to take her place she picked Iadara without hesitation, imploring him to become Amaurot’s patron of the arts. At first he turned her down, in denial of the inevitable, but soon accepted it as her final wish.

Not long after experiencing such a heavy loss he discovered that he was accepted into Night Raven College. He felt relief when the Ebony Carriage came to collect him, only wanting to be far away from his homeland and his troubles.

Going to college meant that his transition into his new role would have to wait, or so he thought. Only months into his freshman semester Iadara received a letter from Amaurot regarding the nature of his signature spell. An investigation into his character had begun, insinuating that he had manipulated Thaleia’s will in her final moments to secure the seat of Altima.

The news added a consistent feeling of anxiety to the background of Iadara’s freshman year at NRC, which he did his best to hide as he settled into student life. Now in his sophomore year, with little to no updates from the Convocation, the stress has begun to crack his flawless façade.

Notable Relationships

Mirabelle Hourlinet [Lover]: Iadara became interested in Mirabelle the moment she showed up at the NRC at the start of his sophomore year. He took it upon himself to become as helpful as possible to her in order to recruit her to Pomfiore. They became fast friends and partners, he greatly enjoys pampering her by doing her nails and make up when she allows.

Rook Hunt [Lover]: Rook was one of the first students to reach out to Iadara and get to know him when he was a freshman. At first, he was suspicious of his motives, but it wasn’t long before he fell for the eccentric hunter. They have been seeing each other casually for a little while now. Due to their shared love for theatre they enable each other’s dramatic tendencies.

Vil Schoenheit [Friend]: Due to their carrier paths, Vil and Iadara are friends with benefits (ties to the entertainment industries of their homelands). As the future patron of Amaurot’s art scene Iadara would have a say in what films get shown in the city, so Vil has a vested interest in keeping them close professionally. Iadara has little issue with deferring to Vil’s authority as house warden and doesn’t mind his strict mannerisms. Although Iadara’s love for sleeping in have caused them to clash a bit.

Cater Diamond [Friend]:  Cater and Iadara mesh well as they are both social butterflies, but they didn't have much of a reason to interact until Cater discovered Iadara’s magicam account for his nail art. They frequently trade gossip over lunch and talk about popular music and trends. They are fair weather friends at best.

Trivia

- Iadara loves playing casual puzzle games on his phone and considers himself “kind of a gamer” much to the chagrin of others (Idia)

- Primarily uses their magicam account to show off their nail art and gained a modest following after Vil posted photos of the manicure that they gave him.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Iadara Mythra #twisted wonderland #I'm finally done!! #mostly #I will edit as necessary

[pixelwalnut]

Erato: Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Malos. Malos, these are my parents Styx and Pallas.

Pallas: It’s nice to finally put a face to the man Erato’s been talking about nonstop. She’s seems very happy with you-

Styx: *Sigh* Pallas, please. You promised you wouldn’t do this

Pallas: Do what? I’m just greeting our daughter’s very polite looking boyfriend, and making sure he knows that if he ruins her happiness I will ruin his face-

Erato: Dad!

Pallas: -Thaleia will do it in my place if I’m no longer here. Understood?

#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #not so berry #not so berry sims 3 #othonos legacy #pink gen #gen 7 #simblr #storysimblr

[thorinoakenbutt]

I take back all the shit talking I did about the Thaleia healer set. Realized it kinda slaps when dyed black

#i need to go buy jet black dye for it but man #I've been really into exposing Andi's thighs this expansion and this top delivers #the tails are really cute with WHM's twirly animations too #E'andhris Tia #Olivia plays ffxiv

[linelpisffxiv]

Teri's Kiss or Miss: God edition (6.5 Spoilers)

Azeyma: Has. A lot. Will continue to cuz they talked sense into some of the gods that at least there could be another way. (Y'shtola gets to as well)

Nophica: Miss. Don't get me wrong, Teri thinks Nophica was a cool lady back in the olden days, and she got along dangerously well with Morpheus as they traded tips on cross-breeding, but she just isn't their type.

Halone: Also has been kissed a lot. Teri missed Metis so much over the past 12k years and knowing that she's still there makes her so happy. There were a couple after Thaleia, but Halone decided to find a new girlfriend in her journeys.

Menphina: She's like... the Ancient equivalent of 21. Is she an adult? Yes. But Teri does not date Uni students. Miss. Teri sent her to study at the Noumenon where she gets her Archon marks in 5 weeks under the promise she tells no one else she's Menphina.

Nymeia: Miss. Not her fault really. They just never met when Teri was an ancient, and while they're glad Maira took up their offer, they just don't really have compatible personalities.

Llymlaen: Kiss. Unforntunately. Was likely the person who had a knife thrown at them for getting too close to a specimen. Unfortunately, Teri really likes dangerous women. And is very annoyed that A'lin took up the same path pre-calamity. Almost down to sexy pirate lady. Is very glad Llymlaen returned to the star because they'd start up their love/hate thing again probably.

All the gods are Miss because Teri is purely attracted to femininity, but here we go for more specific reasons

Byregot: Is an asshole to their brother. He may be a bit carefree, but he loves his job and does is well. (Byregot, you don't do all his work. Only about half of it. And that's cuz they like calling him for help sometimes)

Rhalgr: THEIR UNCLE ATLAS! No, seriously, Teri's known him for so long cuz he's a friend of Venat's. He's an Uncle in all but blood. He calls them "Young Rose" and treats them like they're a kid all the time.

Nald'thal: Only met a few times. They're surprised he did the heroic thing in the end. He was just a merchant as far as they knew.

Althyk: Only met post-sundering (from their point of view) due to being in Elpis

Thaliak: Has a stick up his ass. Too Lahabrea-esque for their taste

Oschon: Never met. His meeting with Venat happened after the Elpis arc from Venat's point of view. Teri only knew he was a god because of how dense his aether was. Once the others were gone, their first words were "We never met" to him. He was confused until they elaborated. Also he's dating G'raha in Teri canon. G'raha is constantly astounded by the fact a (former) god is in love with him.

Also a side fact: In Teri canon, Azeyma, Halone, and Menphina take forms of the races who they patronize. Azeyma's name pre-sundering is Eirene, goddess of peace and Spring. I gave that to her, then I realized... she can corrupt that name to A'lin in Teri's canon, which is the name Teri gives her to use, after the woman who caved to adventure in the end only to lose her life in the calamity in Teri canon.

#6.5 Spoilers #Thaleia Spoilers #MotR Spoilers #Myths of the Realm #Teri canon things

[collectingtruths]

Part 8: A Change Is Gonna Come

“You wouldn't just have to solve the crime, you'd have to solve the entire world that that crime happened in.”

― Alan Moore

[Life had a way of changing, sometimes all at once and sometimes over a long stretch of time. For her, it seemed to happen all at once. One minute she was on a clear and defined path, the next she had lost someone she cared about, someone whom she still blamed herself for his death. Then she had been forced to go on vacation which had quickly turned into the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had always loved the sun, in a platonic way. But that just wasn’t the case anymore. Apollo had come into her life when she least expected it and it wasn’t something she was going to do without anymore. Somehow, he had added God of Making Long Distance Relationships Work to the already long list of skills he possessed and she was thankful. He had become far too important to her and she hadn’t wanted to walk away from that or him and he didn’t seem to want to sever the connection either. 

Shortly after she returned to work she had a visit from someone she hadn’t been expecting. An old friend of Dom’s that worked for the FBI. And not just any old office, but a very prestigious one out of Quantico. Raymond Westcott had stopped by /her/ office and not so subtly told her he wanted her working for him. He had told her that Philadelphia had plenty of work to be done, but that it was “small fucking potatoes” compared to the work she could be doing. The offer wasn’t something she could just chuck off her desk because Westcott made it far too appealing to say no all at once and she had suspected that was the point. The potential for an increase in salary had been nice, and it was being offered as a consultant. But what had really tugged at her was that Dom had personally recommended her. He had told Westcott that she was one of the best analysts he had ever worked with. Dom had always been tactical, he was never in the behavioral aspect of things, but he had a close relationship with Westcott and had confided in him, he told him her talents were being wasted in this Killadelphia. She hadn’t accepted the offer then. She wanted to think about it and after she had gone home that night, she asked Apollo to join her. His advice had been sound after she laid it all out to him. He had of course encouraged her to do whatever she felt would be right for her and that he wasn’t tied to any place specifically so if she took it and moved, he would simply find her wherever she was. He talked about the hard work she had done to even be considered since she hadn’t even applied for it to begin with. Again, Apollo gave her good advice. She was sure he could have told her to yodel in the Alps and she would’ve yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo’ed until her throat was sore. She had called Westcott that evening and accepted, but…she wanted to be able to earn that spot in some way. So the next morning, she turned in her resignation and had made it effective immediately. Her supervisor hadn’t even acted all that surprised and ended the conversation with the words, “I’ll never be able to replace you, Vance.” 

For three weeks, she had worked with Apollo on conditioning herself. She wasn’t out of shape, but she didn’t think she could meet the physical requirements of the Basic Field Training Course (BFTC) on a diet of chopped cheese hoagies and Auntie Anne’s pretzel nuggets. Apollo was appalled at her diet and immediately terminated her lease agreement and whisked her away to Greece where he said, “I can keep my eyes on you at all time, Thaleia. You can’t be trusted.” She thought he had been joking, but about physical fitness and keeping her body in optimal form was not something he joked about. The first thing he did was replace every bit of the processed food she consumed with whole foods. Fruits, vegetables, grains, meats, dairy, fats. Everything had been the best of the best, but had just been a start. The training he had in mind wrecked her. Every muscle in her body had been stretched to the max, everything had hurt. But then he had oh so many ways to make it feel good. She had quickly been made aware that he was God of Orgasms too. But those three weeks had passed in a blur and then he was dropping her off at Quantico with a kiss and a slap to her ass and said, “Know the right moment, knowing that all other things are secondary to this.” She had laughed and told him he could have just said go get’em, tiger. His grin could cause both her heart and her thighs to squeeze at the same time. 

The BFTC was a sixteen week long course. The curriculum includes lessons in a variety of

areas like firearms, defensive tactics, interview and interrogation, and human intelligence. And in order to graduate, she had to pass the Physical Fitness Test (PFT), scoring a minimum of twelve points with at least one point in each of the four events. If she made it through, her graduation would be in week sixteen. She had been required to reside on campus for the

entire first three weeks of training with a midnight curfew. After that, she had stayed in an off campus apartment where her tanned, blonde, Greek God visited as often as he could. By far her favorite part of the sixteen weeks had been the academic side and the operational skills she had learned. And what she had learned was that training with an actual god /had/ prepared her for the  Physical Fitness Test that had been administered multiple times throughout the sixteen weeks. Her continuous sit-ups in one minute along with her timed 300-meter sprint rivaled quite a few of the men in her course and she certainly enjoyed the pride that beamed off Apollo when she relayed that bit of praise from her instructor. 

The day of her graduation made her feel as though she had accomplished something that never thought she could. And when she shook the hand of the FBI director and received her credentials that labeled her as a federal agent, she knew Dom would have been proud. When she left the stage, she found Apollo waiting for her. He had wrapped her up in a tight up, stood to his full height and her feet had dangled. She heard a chuckle come from behind her and when she had turned, one of the agents that had been in her training shook his head. “So, that’s how you did all those damn sit-ups. I’m onto you, Vance.” She blushed and shook her head. Apollo had countered that it had been his instruction, but her determination that got her that victory. It had been one of her proudest moments. 

Blowing out a breath, she stood in the lobby and waited for Westcott to come out. “Vance. Good to see you.” She turned and smiled at him. While she opted to remain under the third option of working for his team, she still had the credentials if she needed them.] Thank you, sir. I’m a little nervous, but I can’t wait to meet your team. [He chuckled. “We’ll you’re a part of that now. Welcome to your new assignment. I’m going to have you working on the cold cases for now. They could really use the fresh eyes and I don’t want to throw you into the deep end just yet. There’s a difference between the BAU and the BAP. In the BAP, we send you out to train officers and agencies. In the BAU, we focus on apprehension and actively working cases. I know we talked about putting you in BAU-1, it’s more of the analyst side of things, but…I know in my gut you’ll be better suited for BAU-4.” He opened a door, four other sets of eyes looked in her direction and they smiled. It felt welcoming. Three men, one woman and an empty desk in the back with a few files sitting on the top. Westcott walked toward the back and tapped on the back of the chair. “Welcome to Violent Criminal Apprehension Program also known as ViCAP.” She smiled and made her way to her desk. She had just set down her bag when her eyes caught on the file that sat on the top. She opened it up and read the bulletin.

“SEEKING INFORMATION: Sasha Beekman, a fourteen-year-old female teen, was reported missing by her parents on July 14, 1994, to local law enforcement in Beaver County, Pennsylvania. Several months later, on November 4, 1994, Sarah's remains were discovered in the "Berlin Reservoir," located within an Ohio state park, Portage County, Ohio. This rural community in Ohio was located approximately two hours away from the victim's home in Pennsylvania. 

Additionally, Karen Mack, another female teen victim, went missing on August 25, 1994, and her nude body was found several days later on an oil road near the "Berlin Reservoir." Karen had been strangled to death. Both Sasha and Karen’s bodies were located approximately 1/2 mile apart in the same Ohio state park. Seventeen-year-old Karen was from Portage County, Ohio.

Information is being sought in both cases. Specifically, how Beekman from Pennsylvania ended up murdered in Ohio and information regarding the murder of Mack. Investigators believe the two cases may be related. The FBI from both Pennsylvania and Ohio have been working closely with local law enforcement from Portage County, Ohio, as well as Beaver County, Pennsylvania.

If you have any information concerning this person, please contact your local FBI office or the nearest American Embassy or Consulate. 

Field Office: Pittsburgh.” 

She chewed the inside of her cheek. Looked like she was going back to PA after all.] 

#TDATD #KillerCases

[misskatebishop]

I just watched an interview with Sebastian Stan for Romanian radio. It's kinda dumb when the journalist said that he speaks Romanian very well, though he left the country when he was 8 and went to America when he was 12. I mean, of course, he speaks it well. It's his first language, it's his mother tongue. You can't forget your mother tongue, even if you don't use it daily anymore.

Does he speak English well? Of course, he does. He learned it when he was still young, which means that his phonological system wasn't entirely formed. That's why he doesn't have an accent. Just remember that english is still his second language.

#thaleia talks #sebastian stan

[lvnnsi]

a to z meme

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better!

i was tagged by the very talented & beautiful @lvslie (an actual angel)

a - age: 18

b - birthplace: germany, near cologne

c - current time: 8:30 pm

d - drink you last had: rooibos tea with orange

e - easiest person to talk to: that’s a hard one, probably my mum & some of my friends back home

f - favourite song: today it’s finesse by bruno mars (what a bop!)

g - grossest memory: um this is weirdly specific but i work in an archeological institute atm and a few months ago we packed up the cremated remains of some lovely ancient romans, that was kinda gross

h - horror yes or horror no: it’s a no from me

i - in love?: great concept, it’s just not realistic

j - jealous of people?: i try to avoid feeling jealous but when i see people my age who have their life together, are doing great academically and are also ridiculously good at art i can’t help it.

l - love at first sight or should i walk by again?: well, love at first sight is definitely not my thing

m - middle name: -

n - number of siblings: 2 half-siblings

o - one wish: living a chill & stress-free life while doing what i love and having wholesome relationships with the people around me (cheesy, i know)

p - person you called last: one of my friends 

q - question you are always asked: when/where will you be going to uni? what are you going to study?

r - reason to smile: spring is finally arriving & i’m going to amsterdam in less than a month!

s - song you sang last: i’m not sure??

t - time you woke up: 5:30am

u - underwear colour: black

v - vacation destination: my top 3 are probably italy, greece, scandinavia

w - worst habit: not being productive / creative even though i want to be

x - x-rays: my jaw like 10 times?? otherwise nothing

y - your favourite food: anything mediterranean really, especially italian food (ideally vegan)

z - zodiac sign: gemini (please don’t hate me)

tagging: @thaleias / @undomielle / @gansaey / @glorisy / @allthepens / @wirtanzenimregen 

#lynn talks #thaleias #undomielle #gansaey #glorisy #allthepens #wirtanzenimregen #lvslie

[violet-and-lii]

Thaleia knew she was close to her goal. She needed to get one of the young angels alone to talk.

Violet went out on a walk alone that day, walking to a nearby river.

[reddevil-xiv]

Prompt #27: Benthos

Prompt 27: Benthos - FFXIV Write 2021 Character: Talan, with Sinnan of the Night ( @thedarknesssings ) Warnings: M/M, nsfw, mature topics.

“You couldn’t sleep?” Talan startled, as Sinnan’s voice rang out from behind him. He shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, he’d slid out of bed with the man only a few bells before, restless thoughts drawing him out of his slumber more readily than the nightmares that no longer touched him might have.

“Yeah,” the redhead confirmed, as he pivoted where he sat to look back at his Prince. An obsidian dark expanse of skin greeted his eyes as they traveled up, to meet the night-dark gaze that stilled his heart in his chest, regarding him with an edge of concern. 

“It’s the third time this week.” Sinnan moved over and lowered himself down into the grass alongside Talan. When his hand lifted to cradle the side of his face in a palm, Talan leaned into the touch, mismatched eyes closing. 

He didn’t open his mouth to say anything. Knew that any excuse he tried to give Sinnan was likely to not work. He’d had far too much time over moons and moons, to get to know how his innermost thoughts worked. And while he could steer away Idristan with other topics and intimate touch, the other fae wouldn’t be so easily distracted.

“Yeah,” he admitted at last. “I haven’t been sleeping well.” Sinnan clicked his tongue, stroked his thumb down the other man’s cheek while he slid his hand further down, dark fingers curling around a too pale throat. Talan felt his breath catch when Sinnan pressed in against his back, his head tipping in an arch to welcome to fingers that gripped him. Never too tight. Never too much. Just enough to remind him how fragile he was. How fragile he was allowed to be under his Prince’s grasp.

“You usually don’t, when you’re overthinking things, mo chridhe, ” Sinnan leaned in, drifted the tip of his tongue across the many piercings that decorated Talan’s elongated ear. The sensation of the redheads throat bobbing under his fingers drew a smile that he buried into Twilight’s hair. “So talk to me.” Talan could feel every subtle movement that his lover made, like it was a thing heightened. Maybe it had to do with the hand around his throat. Or maybe it was the words. Talk. He wanted him to talk? He could barely even commit these things to a page to get them out of his head. Trying to force them out of his lips and lungs and into the peaceful air of the Grove was too momentous a task. 

He started the slow shake of his head, in protest, when Sinnan’s fingers tightened, craned his head further back and bared more of his neck. That pale stretch of throat made the perfect target for lips to press against, once, and then again, and then again, before the slide of his tongue eased along up skin all the way to the bottom lobe of his ear. 

“Sinnan,” he could only gasp out his Prince’s name as that electric sensation danced along his skin, jolted his nerves. “I can’t.” He’d tried. To talk. To vent this endless pressure building in the back of his head. Talking about inane things was easy. But his thoughts were a constant mire, and circumstances were different. This was less like talking, and more like peeling back the ugliness that he hid under his skin where it couldn’t turn the stomach of those close to him for his weaknesses.

The last time someone had motivated him to that kind of talk was a lifetime ago, in a cabin in the woods, where teeth sank into slate grey skin until black cushions were a mess of crimson and torn, sticky fabric. Sinnan tipped Talan’s head further back, and shifted up onto his knees so the other man was forced to look up to him.

“As if I--” his other palm smoothed down the front of Talan’s chest, black fingers splaying across skin that tensed under his touch “--of all people, would find some part of you too much to endure. You should know me better, Thaleia.” Something inside him trembled at the other man’s tone, woke to life in a roar that set his pulse to thundering in his veins. “I told you that I’d bear your burdens with you. So if the words won’t fall from you willingly. I’ll draw them out of you.”

Mismatched eyes widen at the threat implied in those words, as tendrils slink from the shadows, spiral their way up his wrists, over his legs. He is pulled, drawn, lifted and nimble hands make short work of what few garments the redhead had worn in his search for solace in the Grove. But cool air isn’t long for his skin, as Sinnan’s tongue sets itself to a sensitive expanse in the first touch, in a long sweep that is meant to urge him into talking.

A question follows, murmured in cool words that are breathed out over warm and damp skin. To cool. To dry. To torment. Sinnan is only a half a dozen questions in when Talan’s body twists in the binds that hold him in place. When he flashes him up a familiar devilish glint over a smile that is full of promise. When a far too skilled mouth and tongue wrap around sensitive flesh and the bars of his mind rattle and groan in protest. Each lap of a tongue over him, each sweet application of friction and pressure and suction is punctuated with inquiry. 

Until protests of ‘I can’t’ in that softer voice become the spill of words dumped into the air in blind anger and hurt. Sinnan does not need to understand any of the context behind these things to let Talan excise them from the bottom of the churning ocean of his mind. From that benthic layer that he sat unmoving in, buried all the while. All that matters is that these things buried in the sea of their heart cause his lover pain, make them regret and ache, and so he’ll help them cut it free from its confines. 

Every single one. Until bittersweet tears fall from violet and green eyes as he works an entirely different magic over the redhead. Twilight writhes in their bonds and the harmony of their voice lets him hear the familiar tones not just of his new prince of dawn, but of his dusk princess as well. Exactly as it should be. 

Every word they spill now is spent on the cry of his name as his lips wrap around them and slide down. Until the cries of his name become the pleading call for release. All at once he is a moving shadow; above them, over them, filling them, overwhelming them, working them until their voices are incoherent and under his skilled touch, they shatter apart. He knows that the wave has ended when those sounds fall to quieter sobs. 

It doesn’t take him much to gather his red haired lover to his chest, to put Talan back into the bed nook that he had first fled from. Talan reaches for him on instinct when Sinnan rejoins him. And he is insistent and persistent as his hands explore and slide across skin. The first time, that was for the sake of his mind. But this time, when Sinnan feasts on him, it is a healing thing. To soothe, and reassure. To comfort and cradle. 

When it’s all over, when Sinnan lies still above him, he speaks to him steadily, in words that are so soft Talan almost doesn’t understand. Reassurances. The gentle admonishment to not wait so long again. If he needs him, he needs only say so. Who better to devour that darkness down than him? 

Talan drew him down, wrapped his arms around his midnight raven and buried his face against his throat. He had no words for an adequate thank you. For the release of pressure he’d felt. For the way his heart no longer hammers angrily in his chest, and the way his thoughts no longer scream in his ears. Instead he settles for the soft vows of love he murmurs against Sinnan’s throat as he lets sleep draw him down, back into its comforting embrace. 

Perhaps the brackish waters of him will remain quiet for a while. It is a reprieve, but for now, that alone is enough.

#FFXIVWrite2021 #FFXIVWrite #[ Twilight & The Night ] #[ Talan & The Raven ] #[ Of Unspoken Things ] #No editing we post like men.

[general-luce]

Le Me, talking about what might happen to Solaire in my fanfiction, and how indecisive I am. 

@m-thaleia, sharpening a knife, probably: I don’t trust you. 

#dark souls #dark souls fanfiction #solaire #everyone loves solaire #but... #astora's chosen

[autisticarachnid]

What were Vera and Isla like as little kids? Were they similar personality-wise at all? When did they start developing their own identities? Did their parents dress them alike? Which one spoke first? Which one walked first? Gimme everything about the baby twins

- vera and isla were always very much alike, but they always had their own streak of individuality since they were little. as babies, isla had brighter eyes and was quite curious about everything around her, while vera just wanted to explore. isla talked first, but vera walked first.

- their mother was a fan of dressing them in matching outfits, especially since the girls could always be told apart by their hair.

- the girls always had similar personalities- both were cheerful, outgoing, energetic, talkative and playful. however, isla was more inquisitive, wanting to learn about everything around her, while vera was more adventurous, wanting to explore her surroundings and find new things to do. they were always their own person from birth, and they were always twins. they see each other less as two halves of a whole, but two individuals. still, they’re quite close for siblings, as they had somewhat similar dreams since toddlerhood.

- isla’s magic appeared days before vera’s did. their mother, vaia, was a determined young witch who always wanted to be recognized for her talents rather than beauty, and she nurtured her daughters gifts and homeschooled them, grooming them to become powerful witches in their own regards.

- when isla and vera were three and a half, their little brother athan was born. they were both quite curious about the baby, isla especially. still, the twins quickly adapted to their roles of big sisters, becoming protective of their little brother.

- when isla and vera were 6 and a half, their little sister thaleia was born. by this time they were used to having a little sibling, so the girls were excited to have another little sibling.

- the twins lived on a somewhat large house in glasgow, scotland, near the water. the girls spent much of their childhood running about and exploring, becoming quite fond of the outdoors. when they were 8, they both began riding brooms, and as a result they both became fond of quidditch. they held their own mini quidditch games with just the two of them, both playing chasers and trying to score goals on the other.

#hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #hphm #hp hogwarts mystery #isla lyall #vera lyall

[metalbvcky]

Hey, Mandy. How was your day? I miss talking to you 😔

Daww hi Thaleia :D I miss talking to you too ;__; It wasn’t too bad for a monday! I accomplished a good amount of stuff today (also can’t remember if I told you or not that I also run an online shop via ebay lol), was annoyed to death by my cat Charlie who wanted me to walk her outside even tho I already did- twice, I made pasta for dinner (I’m a pasta junkie), ooh and I made a really good batch of chocolate chip cookies!! I...may have ate four looool. But now I’m about to slip an hour or so of writing (ya’ll know the one) before I go to bed :3 <3 

I hope you've been well, too!!

#mandy answers anon #that's what friends do #agathaharknness

[pixelwalnut]

Erato: Leia… I think I’m in love with Malos…

Thaleia: Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. It’s like I’ve been telling you that the entire time. Do you listen to a thing I say?

Erato: But what if he doesn’t see me that way?

Thaleia: *Muttering* It’s like I’m talking to a brick wall. I’m hanging up

#ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #not so berry #not so berry sims 3 #othonos legacy #pink gen #gen 7 #simblr #storysimblr

[grandparomeaskblog]

Its not tgat I'm not happy Romulus' crush didn't get away with manipulating him but Where did Dinos even learn all that stuff??There must be ONE secret that he never learnt about

// Besides how to talk to women in a respectfull way? How to maintain happy and healthy relationships? That Thaleia the cat favors the fisherman? Ha Ha

Well actually he doesn't know that much. Romulus is just not very good at hiding stuff. It took Remus quite some trouble to find out what exactly was going on. Romulus was being very secretive, and his crush was equally fond of little secrets ofcourse 😐 But people usually don't fall off the stairs three times a month, so... it was getting some priority. Remus is a rich boy. he just pays people to shadow his brother. It's not that hard. But he was shocked when he rum a little investigation and found out just how bad things got. Some seriously high officials turned out to be doing things that were highly unethical. But you can't take down the real bastards, just their pawns.

But still some got in trouble. Romulus is a free born Roman. The way his crush exploited him would be a serious crime against any Roman boy and in this case is heavy treason against the Republic as a whole. He's a literally wearing a bulla (protection amulet) giving by the heighest official: the Consul. That bulla says: Don't Touch This Period We Will Fuck You Up.

#tw: abuse #background info #romulus #pictor #crushed #remus #the republic was just as dark as the empire