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「Peer into my muse’s memories」🎏- A memory about their siblings

vibrant blue flowers lined the window of the florist’s shop.  they resembled a tufted and fluffy lavender plant. the sign boasting its rarity only complimented them. sylleblossoms,  beautiful, they had been all over his home of tenebrae-- his family’s, lunafraya’s favorite flowers....

「」high above the reaching spires and the careful eyes of the empire, sylleblossoms reached across the flat cliffs.if tenebrae’s greenery of the lower city was the earth, the fields here were the skies and dreams without war. the whispers of wind urged their growth. free to grow, the high planes were fortunate not to be under fire. with no resources in the soul or military advantage to develop, it often became a meeting place for the Nox Fleuret siblings to meet over the years.they would talk about many things, catch up, laugh, and reminisce among the flowers, but with each time, his focus and complaint would be more and more about the empire he had served selfishly and in spite and less of his home.“ lunafreya. with the position of high commander, i can finally--”

“--you’ve changed, ravus” she had said to him. there was no uncertainly in her voice. she never spoke to him as a stranger, not even then and with so much sincerity it was as if she mourned him.  to hear her utter that burned him more than any injury. or was she the one who had changed? giving up everything for the sake of fanciful dreams. he had never done anything more than care about their lives and what to do to protect her.  yet, the words stayed with him. he had stormed off, unable to find the proper words beyond retaliation. he ignored the planets under his boots.

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bells chimed as he left the shop with the small potted blue flowers in his arms. maybe he would have the words later.

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Peer into my muse's memories: Part 2

💌- A memory about an important event in my muse's life

🎀- A memory about being a child

🛍- A memory about being a teenager

🍾- A memory about being an adult

🛌- A memory about being old/on their deathbed

🎎- A memory about their parents

🎏- A memory about their siblings

💎- A precious memory they hold dear

🕯- A sad memory they would rather forget

🗑- A silly situation that still makes them laugh

🌌- A time they got to admire the beauty of nature

🌃- A time they got to admire the beauty of a city

🎞- A memory that never fails to come back to their mind, good or bad

🐉- A memory that gets them thinking

🌸- A memory about life and joy

🥀- A memory about death and grief

🌱- WILDCARD!!!

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This is Ravus.

He’s fueled by hatred (and sugar).

(Previously on ‘This is Ravus’)

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adversaeterna

bsaeterna replied to your post: #only sister stabbers “Thanks for your support….

only so i can kick ur ass

Humming Ravus Aeterna.

its that final battle music feeling that feels like a final appearance........

 inexplicably shudders...

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What if prince Noctis rejects me now?

‘lunafreya, if he is that particular about one kiss then he is not a man deserving of your time. nor would he be a man i respect. it can be dealt with one of two ways: a psychical confrontation or, simply, we find you a new fiance… Preferably the latter. ”

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Ah, so naive that he could feel the glee that welled within him at this most unseemly breakdown. The real Ardyn stood a few meters behind, the illusion with the gun, a chuckle pressing against his chest while watching the scene unfold. Clicks of a lazy stride approached, shoulders lose as he raised his arms to gesture around themselves. “ “What do I want?” ” A sigh steeped in disappointment. “ I’m only here to say hello to an old friend. You didn’t miss me?” 

  metal digits passed through soft imaginary resistance where the gun should press. . another illusion, another voice, moved, distant but no less the breeze that blows on the loathing embers. ploy to shock and disarm ruined, he has no choice but to let his arm drop back down. he turned to face the man, ignoring the lasting illusion that still pointed at him. eyebrows furrowed, eyes defiant as always.

“ nay,  but t’is remiss of me to assume you would not celebrate your own presence here. with that foolish prince still wandering about you haven’t gotten what you’re after. i assume his adviser dealt with you? sloppy work sending us here. “ hands rolled into his fists at his side. puffy as ever, that silly tenebrean prince.

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thomcruz:

“So does all this bullshit drama mean I get to be in the next Dissidia Final Fantasy game?”

you absolute fool. there’s no space in the roster for sister-smoochers

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「　@thomcruz   」

“ hello. my name is Ravus Nox Fleuret.. you kissed my sister. prepare to die “

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DEADPOOL IS TRYING TO KISS YOUR SISTER

 OUTTA THE WAY.  I’M COMING

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Ravus outfit.  It’s so much. 

I could not for the life of me get a shot of the crest on the right under flap of his coat. Nor at the moment, can I get good lighting on his legs. So I took the info from his texture map and it’s down at the bottom. 

Open in a new tab if you want the full size images for better details and what not. 

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There she lay dying and there he watched with horror which contorted his face into an even sorrier expression than usual. Or at least, that was what it looked like for those watching the “oracle” and her overprotective brother. In that moment of distraction, a barrel lowered itself to the latter’s head with a click. “Alas, some things never change, do they? What a pity, even now your role barely expanded.”

foolishly he had run to her side once more and foolishly again he’d fall into the same weakness. a lowered guard,a slack in his attention and the fight of tears as it was robbed from him again. only this time he was not allowed to take his sister in his arms. the click followed after the collapse to his knees. the prince of tenebrae’s outstretched hands balled into fists. static danced over the metal. eyes forced on his sister’s form, grief simmered into a resolute anger. “a fake...” he slowly inclined his head and reached for the barrel with his gauntlet. “ neither yours as daemon bile to take pride in these egregious decorations sapped in choler,  a r d y n.  what do you want?”

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「saintism」

          UNRUFFLED, THE DEMEANOR HE OFFERS one that many might find themselves displaced by in the grander scheme of it all. yet she stands still, unfazed by how he carries himself; she has seen this before if not worse, recollecting the very essence of the king of heroes himself. no, this man was far more serene in his actions and offerings, causing her to find partial solace in that despite his approach.

          ❝ Despite an insistence or a favor, it is not that I wish to waste it. I simply find what small act I did undeserving of it. ❞ per usual, she was never one to hold her tongue regardless of who it was before her. whether it was her very own king or a this prince of a foreign land, she would hardly shy away from it. ❝ But I will keep it in mind if a time ever calls for aid, Dauphin, ❞ she addresses with a title, curious at the name which he offers. ❝ If I may… your last name—fleuret—are you French? ❞ though she had never heard of the celebration of tenebrae as part of france, it was difficult to say in a city as this.

“ah.” while most things set a particular frown in his features, irritation in his brow, and anger in his eyes, the use of ‘dauphin’, catches him by mild surprise. his entire posture is stiff and upheld by paranoia and image, but that rare moment of bewilderment breaks it completely. an old wold and one even rarely used toward him. only when he was young, learning his culture before it was taken away. a small, childhood petname, yet sounded so weighted. she knew of it? but... french..? “no. the name has it stems in the old tenebraen language.「  know  how  i  what not cant i be of , lady jehanne?」”   to a servant who understood all human languages, what he stressed  she might have been to figure out with time. a strange mix of what could have been latin, french,  and something older, shaped through different means and orders, it is sure enough to confuse. “ i was about to inquire if you knew of it. I doubt even my sister kept up her studies... what is french?”

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noxflor replied to your post “「Nobody」 → 「Citizen 」 “that’s all?” ravus accepted the phone back with...”

time to text dog emojis nonstop

“Sister.............”

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「noxflor」

☾☽– Close enough both Lunafreya and Umbra followed the other dog both stopping abruptly at the sight of the man. It was him in this city too, the one who took care of her even after they had both become orphans, he who looked out in bizarre yet formidable ways. Ravus was perhaps the least of the people she ever thought to find in this city. When was that last time they had spoken? What was said back then, was he angry with her that day? 

❛ Ah. ❜  

She was…happy wasn’t she? Yet she couldn’t help but feel the sting of her heart at the very image of her brother. Sometimes happiness hurts too right? She couldn’t tell apart from what she felt in that moment, memories of many actions she had taken before suddenly invaded her head, did she feel regret? No, risks must be taken to ensure Eon would overcome anything, to ensure the King would bring light to everyone. She did regret causing him pain though. It is not that Lunafreya is selfish, but maybe she did not think of Ravus as much as she should’ve. 

The younger one stood in silence at a reasonable distance frozen by fear and doubt. Uncommon in the oracle, those were emotions she did not let herself experience often, and despite being chosen by gods she was still just a human. More than anything else she feared his rejection, she did act on things against his will. She died. Although she hoped no anger nor bitterness inhabited his soul there wasn’t much to really stop that from happening. He had been angry for a long time, as long she could remember. 

❛ Forgive me. ❜

She managed something at last. But that did not change that she was an oracle chosen by the goods to bring peace and goodness upon earth, yet unable to help her own blood. She was useless.

the prince rarely let himself enjoy the comforts of home, he had always been so far from it, swept up with the Niflheim military. he treated it like an acid--the show that it affected him put him an even more dangerous position. his hatred never fit there in the welcoming spires and greenery. perhaps when he was young, but the call to duty in the absence of parents further twisted his views and self awareness. the last of his family was gone and would never welcome him home. but to see Pryna and hold her close, he allowed those moments of weakness. not to high commander ravus nox fleuret, but the brother who mourned at her death.

 her voice played his heartstrings. was it pryna’s doing? no no, she was of dreams, a safeguard for them. always chasing off bad dreams. the dog turned her attention and sat down dutifully.  ravus lifted his face “l-lunafreya?”  is that you? his voice cracked, weak with disbelief. another dream, an illusion. she would never come back so soon.. no..  a trick of mirrors, it had to be, but...he stood up slowly, unsure steps. Unlike her image over the dark waters, she stood before him. the magictek prosthetic remained stiff while the real hand reached and shook.

“no,no...sister, forgive me,  i... failed to reach you in time...” fingers touched her cheek, soon replaced by his palm in asking for forgiveness,too. she was here, she was here. impossible. there was too much he wanted to say and ask. those pained eyes weren't sure where to begin..

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In their shared moment of silence, Red could feel the pair of unfamiliar eyes on her; almost if the man was studying her after their hands had touched. She couldn’t blame him, of course; it was her own carelessness which allowed the moment to happen, and between two people who didn’t know one another, no less.. in some way, she was sure that she had made him uncomfortable. It was somewhat reassuring, however, that he did not seem to be upset by it; and instead cleared the air between them by finally introducing himself.

It was in that moment that Red finally allowed herself to gaze up at him once more, truly taking in his features now that her vision was no longer clouded by embarrassment and exhaustion. Ravus.. it was such an interesting name to her; one that sounded so proper that it perfectly matched his appearance. Though, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t quite get a read on him– was he upset with her? Or perhaps confused at her presence? What was it that made him continue to stare at her?

[ .. what, you never seen a pretty woman before or something? ] Red suddenly gasped at the comment, colour flushing her cheeks as she knocked the Transistor with her heel. [ Hey– ow! What was that for– ] But, undoubtedly, he knew what it was; and all the voice did was grumble in response. [ .. sorry. ] Making a noise akin to someone clearing their throat, the now wooden weapon decided to start over from the top.

[ .. Ravus. Okay. Hi. ] still not the best, and the woman could only hold an apology in her eyes. [ This is Red. She’s unable to speak, so I do that for her. I’m the Transistor. I don’t.. normally look like this, but.. seems like those scientists like to mess with people a lot. ]

Once the door to the apartment opened, Red once more looked up at the man; blinking at his next set of words. They.. would be living here together, from now on– it was somewhat silly of her to be surprised at this, although she had almost forgotten the mention of roommates when she first arrived in Hive City. All Red wanted was to live here peacefully while she had to, and she was sure that Ravus most likely felt the same. Despite the way that they had met, perhaps it was possible to move on from it; a more positive relationship would be better than anything, after all..

As a thank you, she gave Ravus a small smile and a nod, walking past him to enter the apartment. Blue eyes surveyed what was around her; neither impressed nor displeased with what the Hive had to offer them. [ You too, huh. Well, we’re definitely not in the lap of luxury out here. But, like you said, maybe we’ll get lucky and get out of here sooner than later. ] 

 so the weapon did speak afterall!  his gaze fell back down to it briefly. to its silly comment he only had time to look at it incredulously, furrowed brows before one raised .  he felt the need to reply back, but the woman took care of it for him. he swallowed the feeling with wonder. weapons imbued with spirits were not uncommon in his world, but were more prophetic and bonded after the king had died-- akin to legends attached to their preferred weapon. the bloodline of kings could use that power...but what did that mean for red here? and the transistor. what types of spirits did they have at home? “ lady red. transistor.” pleasant, easy, the names come as if he’s greeting guests, a nod to each as they past him by. “ i can only wonder what form you take when not a reduced to a plaything ” a fancier glaive? another human perhaps? what a terrible fate to befall it, indeed. May he be lucky and his form remain.  “ the very least, your facility for words has not been taken from you.... for better or for worse.”  ah, a joke, sort of.  he followed them inside. the door closed behind him without a sound. the district came with a presence that if disturbed, cautioned to keep noise to a minimum.  ravus hummed in thought, moving to the middle of the apartment by red. he assured it safe up to that point, then stepped away, pushing in doors to see them empty and figure out where everything was at. there were.. basic necessities. a bathroom, kitchen, common room and personal rooms and through one of the them a window opened to a view of the dingy district and factory smoke rising over buildings. he turned back to lady red and her companion. his shoulders finally relaxed a little, and those different colored eyes trained on her with a rare tiredness... 

“ let us keep our eyes and ears out for anything better. i am not unused to deplorable stay-places but if i should leave before you i should hope i can extend to you that same offer whereever my lodgings may be. just by the look on your face,lady red i can tell this is far off from where you came from? ”  that and her attire didn’t match anything he had seen throughout the day. but commenting on her nice clothes would illicit another remark from the transistor, he guessed.

△ room mates.

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Can you do more SpongeBob final fantasy xv?

i am ALWAYS down to draw spongebob jokes!!!