*  //  𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐗𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑​ .

" 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. and so far, you have endured well. " // @meteorea

* 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑 , 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 .

@epokhas ( kazuhira ) sent bitter love to the sis.

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 : the act of peeling oranges for someone, the act of consideration for her, but the orange was not quite ripe, and its flavor, sour. this abstract and calloused kind of adoration, peppered with your passionate protection, wrapping around its embittered nexus, it grew with time. paradoxically. it reminded her of oceanic love, old and containing all its abominations, making room for more unlovable monsters. sulfur, gun-powder, the phlebotomy of oils and fossil fuels spilled into each tide promising its back and forth, machismo in its ebbs, the flow of empty-carved flatteries. pollution propped up each huff and puff from your pouting mouth. a pouting mouth that did not articulate what it meant. it just sighed for your false messiah and the heavens fell mute to his self-fulfilling prophecy. self-imposing, self-mongering, like any other repetitive promise delivered by fallacious prophets. ‘ but it is alright. ’ her musings withered to a whisper. the flutter of her lashes and lax shape of her brows brimmed with an exhausted patience. it was deathless almost, dead and undead, a worn anchor settled within a bottomless puddle of liquid tar. tar that oozed from the throat, choking on its nightmares, on the rot of eaten snakes, on the smoke sucked from another's lung.  ‘ i am just as crude inside ’ you were not blind to her ugly, unsalvageable interiors, the thing she carried within. the thing that dried all her tears, all her humanness twisting to a deformed organ. removable when dysfunctional. it was a thing not dissimilar from that which you stubbornly refused to extract. but with its festering could come collapse. she must not forget the frail ripples of the sea, how the slightest shake could make or break it.  “ i wish i could take your pain sometimes. your bitterness. i know you wouldn't forgive me if i did. but you have not forgiven me for other things, so it would make little difference. " her hand, emitting unwanted comfort, rested upon your clenched fist. cruel tenderness irritated upon the fuss. she did not mind how rough it was against her mellow touch. it was still old love. oceanic, salty and bitter. weathered smooth by its clashing waves. it was still the peeling of oranges. " i'm sorry. i always say something inappropriate, don't i ? " some shred of your bitterness must have rubbed off on me.

hi so, i have decided to re-brand this blog, this serves more in terms of picking a new url and of stating the obvious of how interactions will continue here.

obviously, i'm not as active with luna as i used to be the first time i wrote her, which was ages ago, and it will likely never going to be the case again. luna will continue to exist as a muse for, quite literally, the 'whenevers'. i am aware, this will be unattractive for some people who need regular and consistent activity and interaction in order to keep their own blogs going themselves, but that just means this blog isn't for you and that's okay. that being out of the way, with the reduction of potential interest because of this, i'm far more likely to come back to interactions that contain dynamics or concepts which have been discussed and established prior. i am no longer going to write interactions on here where i have to assume the dynamic or assume where i can potentially take it, however if we did discuss something substantial to look forward to i will reply to what we have even if it takes me a long time. just recently i dug up an ancient thread, put it in my docs, and wrote a few paras out of a whim. again, if time is of the essence to you and you equate my pace to the amount of interest i have, this will not be the blog for you.

i did notice there are some threads that do still have potential but they are super old and are still written in the legacy editor, and naturally it's going to get messy THEREFORE if there weren't too many reblogs involved in a thread we can just repost it and keep moving from there ( provided the other person still wants to ).

i've been weird with prompts tbh, i haven't reblogged a single in-character prompt post since over a year i think. i figure people will send random stuff and that's enough for me! you can send random stuff just pls be patient, thanks.

my ass cannot write beyond four paragraphs anymore and i don't know why. it takes otherwise far too long even if its on a blog i'm frequently on. my energy is limited, especially on a physical basis. please don't take this as me not putting all my efforts or thoughtfulness into my replies. it's just that i can simply no longer 'match energy' so to speak.

ok thats it for now, i wanted to get this off my chest before i create too many expectations lskdfjlskdfdj

* 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐋 // there is strength in softness and no one knows this better than you. no one knows cruelty it took for you to learn to be so vulnerable. your sensitivity is your armor. you refuse to let the world crush you. you refuse to stop seeing beauty in broken things. you will always look for the light in the darkness. people underestimate you. they think you are far too delicate. but they don't know your gentleness was forged from hardship. there are depths beneath your smiles no one will know. when was the last time you did let someone know, though ? when was the last time you let yourself cry, when was the last time you didn't bury your anger ? you're more than what you give to others.

Tagged by: @reginrokkr Tagging: whoever wants to do this !

munday asks!!!

at what age did you start RPing?

do you RP anywhere else, other than tumblr?

on what platform did you start RPing?

what made you choose this muse?

is there any other muse in this fandom you RP?

is there any other muse in this fandom you’d like to RP?

is there a muse you played on more platforms or in different moments of your life? 

did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to?

did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

would you be interested into playing a crossover? if yes, do you have any limits?

would you be interested into playing with doubles? 

what do you think about AUs?

what do you think about OCs?

what do you think about roleplaying with personals?

what do you think about roleplaying with anons?

what’s the best way to approach you to start playing together?

what was your first muse?

did you ever play a muse for more than a year?

do you have ship bias?

what’s a ship you don’t want to roleplay at all with this muse? (except Bad Illegal And Gross Stuff, of course)

what do you think of your muse’s popular fandom ship?

what do you think of your muse’s canon ship, if they have one?

would you play a OC x canon ship?

would you play a crossover ship?

do you play smut? do you play it only with characters you’re shipping with, or are you open for “one night stands”?

are you multiship?

are you interested into poly relationships for your muse?

is your muse canon divergent in any way?

what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon?

what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

do you regularly play crack?

do you regularly do dash commentaries?

what are your thoughts on dash commentary?

what are your thoughts on reblog karma?

if you aren’t a native english speaker, do you play in your first language too?

do you feel similar to your muse in any way?

do you feel different to your muse in any way?

what’s the best inspiration for your muse?

what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

[ OBLIGATORY FREE SPACE!!! Ask anything you’d like! ]

  *  𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒    //    𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐈  :    𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 .

i.    priesthood and prophethood go hand in hand within the fleuret line.  the magic of oracles is relatively distinct from that of the lucian kings or their warriors.  they receive the word of the gods and the divination of time, understand the astral tongue and the language of the broken heavens, decipher the encrypted vocabulary of the celestials.  they heal, they hear and know, for they and the messengers are closer in relation than gods and man. 

ii.    the practice itself is a form of sacred shamanism    (  derived from seidr of norse society  )    which invokes the shaping of the future, the oracular foresight, incantations that beckon the dawn of tomorrow and the sunlight it bestows, to deliver eos from the grim-reaping plague which worsens in waves as the millenia pass by.  if an oracle is not present to spellcast, and to cure, the night grows rapidly longer and daemonification has free rein.  their healing is absorbtion as they consume the plague with touch.  the absorbed scorge eats on and corrupts the cells, expands to feast on internal organs to activate a decaying process, twist them into the darkness of the night    (  shown by the way ink-like blood leaks both out of ardyn and lunafreya  )

for this reason, oracles normally do not officially carry on the role from their mothers before they reach circa 26-30 years of age and have given birth to children to continue the bloodline before that.  a later succession is common custom in order to avoid any damaging of sexual organs resulting in miscarriage, or daemonification of the fetus nestled in the womb.  however, they haste to become young mothers when they are legal of age.

lunafreya’s early succession at 16 is an abnormality and unusual, hence being the ‘youngest oracle in history’, and as such she decreases the likelihood immensely to bear children herself.  had she not prematurely died from a dagger’s injury, she would either be rendered infertile, or be incredibly hesitant to procreate.

unlike ardyn lucis caelum, fleuret prophets are not bound to become immortal.  rather, their mortality increases quite a bit, and the oracles of yore had since the genesis of their traditions always led shorter lives and they pass away before any mutations can occur.  their average lifespan entails roughly 50 - 60 years.  lunafreya, following her calling like she did, would have potentially died at 40 - 50.  

iii.    astrals and messengers are not the only spiritual entities the oracles commune with.  man being a work of astral hand, and their essence consisting of stardust, the oracles can partly see and speak with the fading particles of souls, soothe the dead, and purify them if necessary.

iv.    traditional / ceremonial gear, as we can see here and here consist of lily-white gowns and matching veiling hats.  a description of seidr sorceresses / seeresses describes one wearing a blue mantle with a staff in her hand.  the blue mantle is worn by the queens, and the staff is represented by the trident.  a parallel to freyja, the goddess associated with seidr, should be also noted in sylva’s feathered mantle, for freyja is in possession of a feathered cloak that grants one the ability to fly.

v.    the role itself is primarily reserved for women of the fleuret house, as the people of tenebrae honored their first queen posthumous.  while as per nature of heritage, male members of the bloodline are capable of practicing, it is socially inacceptable for them to claim the right to it.  nonetheless, some had to become oracle under special circumstances, such as the mother or sister prematurely passing or falling ill via other diseases or disablements, or the male being an only-child, although that would be rare ;  thusly he aids the people instead, sings to the slumbering gods to receive their blessings and rule the queendom, albeit immensely critizised by his subjects.  women who never were able to use this magic were seen as incomplete and dysfunctional, and their brothers who were able, were seen as bad omens or false prophets.

vi.    sólarljóð / the song of the sun is preached and popularized via ceremonies to worship and materialize the sun light into the future.  other types of song probably include the stars, moon, dawn, and the world.

* moon moon has appeared ! what to do ?

brush off

marry

confess

kiss on the cheek

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄-𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ;    for their stories to be re-told and nevermore forgotten.  even the dead grieved in forsaken tongues, silenced tongues, mouthing entombed names.  removed and re-fabricated historic fairy tales.  with that premise she had risen along thrill-embodied, shrouded in gold and silk and feverish interest.    “ then let us hurry, lest somnus catches and infects us with his sour mood at this fine hour. ”    her tease was as merciless as her titter was melodic ;  gone quieter with synchronized steps, two arms entangled in one friendly knot.  the angels still observed them in their far too enthusiastic escape, shortly halted at the edge of the road where they called for the ride that would carry them away from their prayers.    ( when was the last time we were mere girls ? )    the lofty governor, the dragon among gods, did not desire their nostalgia of this simpler time ;  devotion now a law to be followed under his iron fist, and by the lamenting heart of eos, the dawn since ebbed into a loveless retreat.  stepping into the carriage’s interiors, she falls into the besotted trance at the sight of forest-green beyond the small window-frame, waiting patiently to be explored.    “ perhaps, i, too, needed an excuse for a day of freedom, and i am most grateful you asked me to join you. ”

         Hands lightly pressed together, ghost of smile peeking out from behind gloved fingers. Although subdued ( a blank canvas, white and pristine and empty, for heavenly words must shine pure through mortal coloration ), budding excitement leaked through the cracks of the vessel’s impeccable poise.  ❝ Wonderful ! ❞  The lavish yet modest accommodations granted by the town for their momentary repose was nice, but she yearned to peer into remnants of times bygone. For but a fleeting, almost even restless moment, silence draped its limpid cloak on her. Imagining what lay before them weaved an entrancing work of art, mind swept under the tide of anticipation beckoning her to search for what had been long forgotten. Perhaps it’s unbecoming to devote so much of her attention beyond sacred duty, conveyance of the holy grace of the gods, but as she rose from her chair, sleeves undulating with the brief motion, steps ached to carry her forth to the mysteries of the unknown all the same. Fortune smiled upon Aera, for her to be blessed by the stars with a sister who humoured her fanciful interests.  ❝ Adventure is what you shall receive then. I seek to walk along the paths laid out within the ancient ruins of the forest to the east. There will be much to see ! Once word of it reached me, I knew I had to go. ❞

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .    //    SEL ACCEPTING .

‘ i seek scandal and low companionship. ’     //    @leadingmcn

𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐏 ;    and neither seethed its owner with scornfulness, although this could have been a matter of personal grudge. through wide-open windows leaked nocturnal breeze, beddings all undone and disorderly, pearls and gems scattered across invaded tilings ;  those were witnesses to a criminal scene which succeeded not according to its plunderish schemes.  this lady’s heritage was both sheltered and targeted, her belongings rumoured and sought after, and within merely a question of ' when ' would she fall victim to games to this extend --- this much she could fathom and for this much she prepared. 

one night, to her dismay, she failed to read the warning signs : the silence of owls, the flutter of crows, the peering balcony-glares shadowing behind her tender shoulder before she rested ‘pon her familiar mattress, all that ignored only for them to wake her with a rustling of treasures.  the following miniscule wrestle amounted to a moment ‘twixt oddly opposing personas of parallel nobility, and the grin of yours ; a mischief, socially offensive like any other theatric trickster in tales, pinned against ornamental walls.   “ and you concluded to find those by trespassing my private chamber ?  well, at the very least, you are an intriguing character, albeit a thieving one. ”    cold jest, dry lips, bruised dignity. lungs may be pressed by inconvenience, but her hands, firmly clenched 'round weapon's pole, shan’t afford to waver nor shiver.   

“ you have accomplished the scandal ; now, the latter explains the pitiful deeds. ”

Melancholia - Yoko Shimomura. Final Fantasy XV.