#Shaia replies

[untameablesands]

"Would you care to go to the beach?" The princess asked. She wasn't wanting to go alone since she won a pair of tickets and no one else was available. As such, asking the female Sheikah seemed the best option. And maybe later on they could even have a dance on the beach!

         “I would love that!” There are stars in her eyes as Lucina is given a rather delighted grin, Shaia’s hands happily clapping together while she lightly bounces on her heels as her excitement would not be contained within. “I adore swimming; maybe we can even build sandcastles and have a bonfire in the evening- OH we should bring a picnic!” Oh her mind is racing now, planning and plotting the items they would need to bring with them so they could have the absolute best time possible- this was going to be so much fun! “Food; fun and sun what more could we want right?~” cue dazzling grin

[pixxelis]

Shaia ❢

got this ask foreverrr ago but was away from my laptop and too lazy to type on mobile SO shaia’s backstory leggooooo. this ended up being longer than i expected so it’s under the cut!!

her mom is a lebanese native and her dad was there as part of the peacekeeping efforts during the civil war. he was in his early 20′s and she was in her late teens. they had kind of a whirlwind affair; shaia was born, then a few years later her sister, amani, was born. her dad was supporting them all even though he barely got to see them, but then he had to go back to france when the multinational forces pulled out. since her mom was so young and had no job, shaia and her sister were raised by their aunt for a few years. after a few years her mom was able to support them so they moved back in with her and things were pretty uneventful for a while. she had a fairly normal childhood, nothing tooo traumatizing even though their country was still recovering from the war.

so when she was 13 her mom decided things were just too dangerous in their country and shaia and amani were sent to france to boarding school, and to be closer to their dad. this is when shaia got really into cheerleading. she also did a few small modeling jobs as a teen. 

she met kieran (her future husband) while she was out at night clubbing (she was 17, he was 22) and he was in town for a rugby game (he was already a professional player at this point) and they kind of hit it off. mostly she was into athletes and he was into cute younger girls, but their relationship was super unstable and since he lived in portugal at the time they were trying to do long distance and not really committing. so at this point she’s graduated boarding school and going to art school, but she really wants to keep modeling. she started cheering professionally hoping it’ll get her noticed. dating kieran helped because he was becoming more of a celebrity and she decided she really needed to lock that down so she tells him he needs to make a bigger commitment and they get married, although both of them mostly do it because they see the merit in a pro athlete and a model being married and can see themselves becoming a power couple

so kieran finally got the big contract he wanted in new zealand (where he’s from) and shaia’s not thrilled about going there but she manages to become a cheerleader for his team and they become this huge celebrity sports couple, which of course gets her bigger modeling jobs. a few years into their marriage she got pregnant and had to quit cheer and now here we are!

[cosmo-gonika]

Songs of Innocence, Songs of Wisdom, Chapter 13 - Downfall

Songs of Innocence, Songs of Wisdom, Chapter 13 - Downfall (read on AO3)

Summary: At the height of his hubris, Kylo has to face the consequences of his acts and grip on power...as he forgets that there is one powerful motive for betrayal: jealousy.

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“No, Ben what are you doing?” she cried out and tried to wrench herself out of his grasp. She was not going to let him go alone.

His grip tightened about her as he led her into the office, shutting the door behind him. He whirled her around toward him as she tried to free herself.

“Ben, there is no --” Kylo silenced her by pressing his lips to hers, steadying her by holding her firmly in place. She kissed him back, and their tongues circled each other again. Soon, he deepened the kiss with a groan while putting his hands through her hair, and she grunted under the maddening sensation of his hot mouth all over hers once again.

As he felt dizzy with lust again, and afraid he wouldn’t have the strength to resist her, he broke their embrace, but his hands never left her face. He bore his dark gaze into hers.

“Please. Wait for me. I have to go,” Kylo told Rey, even though he burned with desire.  

“Ben, don’t!...or let me go with you!” she demanded.

“No, I have to do this alone; it’s my business,” he retorted without hesitation.

“I have a bad feeling about this, please, Ben! Don’t leave me here waiting!” She begged him, eyebrows creasing painfully.

His gaze fixed intensely on her beautiful hazel irises.

“Rey, listen to me. I have to do this alone. And besides…Vrieska hates you. I don’t want you to get hurt. She’s a fearsome killer, strong with the Dark Side,” he explained quickly, pressing the point.

Rey opened her mouth to plead her case, but she was left speechless as she remembered that if it hadn’t been for Ben, Vrieska would have killed her when she and Ransolm had been captured. She nevertheless chased the thought away immediately. It didn’t matter.

“I’m not afraid of her!” Rey insisted.

“I know you aren’t. And I know you are stronger than Vrieska. But I won’t let you go. Please understand me,” he stressed in a soft but pleading voice.

Rey was left unsure of what to say. She silently searched for a way to convince him, but there were none. Through the bond, she felt what he felt, and she knew then that she had no choice.

She let out a sigh of resignation and Kylo sensed she understood. Nevertheless, his fears kicked in, and panic got the best of him. He pressed his forehead against hers, stroking her hair.

“I beg you, don’t go. Don’t leave me again. Wait for me here,” he supplicated in a desperate whisper.

“I’ll wait, Ben…” she murmured weakly and then swallowed hard.

His hands lowered to her face, and he caressed her cheek gently while she put her hand over his broad one, stroking it tenderly, closing her eyes under his warmth. “Thank you,” he said, visibly relieved of his inner turmoil. Tears spilled down Rey’s cheeks before her eyelashes fluttered open again. She noticed then that his eyes weren’t dark…they had light in them, a deep chestnut color.

“And when I come back… I will make love to you,” Kylo quipped with a faint grin, his sad demeanor revealing how much it cost him to leave her.

Had he just thought about sex in such a moment? A rosy blush swept across her face as she peered at him shyly under his heated gaze. But before she could ask, Ben locked his mouth once more with hers. He dragged his tongue over her lips, in a desperate attempt to carve in his memory her taste, the way her lips moved under his, her scent, the softness of her skin…

Releasing her was torture. He left her lips with a sucking sound as his black eyelashes flickered open again. He lowered his hands from her face and took a step back toward the door.

“Please, be careful!” Rey pleaded as her heart swelled with an unknown feeling.

Why did she have the unshakable sensation she would never see him again?

"I will. Shaia will be with you," he replied, his voice almost cracking with emotion. His gaze was soft...almost loving. He gathered his strength and opened the door. “I’ll come back, Rey, I promise,” he vowed before disappearing through the door.

I’ll come back …I promise…

Rey’s stomach twisted into knots.

Those words. That voice.

It had been him. It hadn’t been the past. It had been the future.

She burst out into tears, burying her face in her hands. All this time, it had been Ben

(read on Ao3)

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[themazeclub]

Rainy Days and Sundays

Por Shaia JaCor.

There was an old building from the Fifties where, during the early years of my life as an adult, I had my first apartment. I have always being drawn to places where I felt I have lived once in one of my past lives. This place was almost empty. I was accompanied by only old furniture that was in my mother's attic: a sofa, a chair, a table and a mattress. The walls were a color similar to tobacco-spit, very depressing, but it was all I could afford. The only good thing about this place was the single two windows that looked out on the boulevard. Even so, I was proud every time I felt the key to this apartment in my pocket; it was a place of my own. I just needed the company of my writings, everything I needed to become the person I wanted to be. I never thought that from the gloom of this place I could find inspiration. I found a muse, Jo. She was a naive, melancholic, complex, and very shy girl who went beyond black dresses and pearl necklaces. I met her at a cafe near my building on a rainy day. She was wearing a short, slim black dress, black boots and a leather jacket. A pair of dark glasses blotted out her eyes. We became great friends because, although we were very different, I saw something of myself in her. Perhaps, someone with humble origin who dealt with trauma, loneliness and depression among the eccentricities of the big city. People who haven’t found their place in the world, and therefore do not care about creating family stability, and who, while discovering it, have to put up with insufferable men to support their "dreams", a euphemism for their profession. Even so, we know what we want and surf the problems of life by creating our own mirage of future successes.

She lived on the fourth floor and I never noticed her presence until I met her. One day from the top of the building an exasperated and severe voice fell throughout the house.

"Miss! You can't keep ringing my bell just because you lost your key. Please!" said a seventy-year old man.

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry. I always lose the damn key. But don't be angry, dear man, I won't do it again.” her voice was coming nearer," I might get you those tickets for the Doris Day concert."

When?" he said.

Jo laughed. "Sooner or later," she answered

"Bet your ass", he replied and closed the door.

In Jo I found the inspiration to write. In just one person were ten other personalities. What they all have in common, of course, is something important: behind glamour, there was a deep loneliness and sadness. There was survival, somewhat broken illusions and wounded pride among young models, socialites, singers and journalists who came to the city with the hope of becoming someone, of entering the best social circles, of surrounding themselves with the elite of their dreams and not having to worry about paying bills. It was what I used to dream of at my old house. When I was still in a cage and felt that true happiness was somewhere else.

The truth is that behind this figure who became my best friend and confidant, with whom I went to walk down the Fifth Avenue at dawn every Sunday, was a vulnerable woman, who also faced "stormy days", in which one is afraid and does not know why. And in those days the only thing that could save her was going to parties because in that place she could follow the dream that she herself had created. One that on Sundays is harder to hold, especially because she hated Sundays. She always thought they were the ugliest days. Perhaps, because of the disturbing calm after the noise of every party. There was always a deafening silence and she always stood with herself, alone naturally. Contrary, she loved rainy days, especially those that were strong. It was the only way she could cry without being heard or judged because her tears would be mistaken for raindrops and her groans would not be heard. I used to love rainy days. When I was I child, I would go outside whenever was raining and feel the raindrops falling on my head. I guess we have that in common. In fact, I still do it sometimes. Last time I saw her she still was astonishingly beautiful, still youthful, still committed to her dream, still the shy girl I met at that cafe and I could never forget. I saw her leaving my building with suitcases and her favorite dress while I was in a taxi under a September downpour. The car had paused for a traffic light. So I had the door open and ran after her.

"Jo!!" I yelled, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going on a trip dear," she said.

"With whom and where?"

"Where fate takes me"

"How long will you be gone?" I asked.

"Not so long. But do not hesitate, I will be back"

"I hope so. You know that you are my only friend"

"Oh darling, I told you. We belong to nobody. We just met in the rain one day: that's all. Independents, both of us. But, just close your eyes and think of me whenever you’re blue and soon I would be there. Now, put on a happy face, and do not let any man treat you badly while I'm gone", she said as her voice collapsed, a tic, an invalid whiteness seized her face. She seemed to try to escape from loneliness, anonymity, invisibility. She ran away from herself, in the middle of a world where her sadness was hid between charming laughter. She was escaping from reality, escaping from belonging but above all from belonging to herself. Seemed we just got started but before we knew it, came the time we had to say, 'So long.' Months went by, a couple of them, and in the spring a postcard came signed with a lipstick kiss, it was from Jo, which made my spirits heightened since there was so much I wanted to tell her: that I'm a writer now, people were moving out of the building. That old sir who yelled at her died waiting for those concert tickets she promised him. Her philosophic search had left me in the learch. But mostly, I wanted to tell her about Gary. I had found the one. I wanted to let Jo know that no matter where she goes my last wish is that she would find “that place she belongs to." And that has been and will continue to be the great search for the girl walking around like some kind of lonely clown, whom rainy days and Sundays always brought her down.

[kylodestin-lore]

The Passing of the first Archduke, Beren

Beren was taxed by the stresses he faced while fleeing Shaia and establishing a nation on the islands so far away. While his elven body allowed him longevity, his age became a crutch for him to spend his time resting once he had seemingly finished shaping the lands of Beren.

His wife, the Archduchess Penelope, acted as the stand in for matters of the court in the city capital, and made new laws according to Beren’s wishes.

Over the many months Kylos journeyed, Beren was locked in his keep gathering information on alchemy and medicine, in hopes to cure a cough he had developed. Unfortunately, it did nothing to help him, and his sickness began to worsen far more with time. When Kylos had returned to him, Beren was had been bedridden for nearly a month.

Reading his son’s journal, Beren was devastated that Zhylos had abandoned the group on Countsdestin, and begged and pleaded with the goddess Knodia to know whether his son was alive and well, to which no reply had come.

The Archduke’s cabinet took over the government in order for Beren to recover, but it seemed he would only become worse. Penelope and Kylos stayed by his side until his final moments, having declared Kylos as his successor in the position of Archduke.

Beren was found dead in the morning, sitting by a window looking towards the island of Countsdestin.

Kylos was appointed as Archduke the next day and Archduchess Penelope resigned in mourning of her late husband.

[sunbrightsheikah]

¥~

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on: [x]

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (she doesn't know him but he asked her to dance which was pretty cool~)Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | no (it's a maybe)Favourite thing about them: "He's got real nice eyes~"Least favourite thing about them: "Mm, I don't really know- I don't know anything about him after all."

[untameablesands]

+ Marth c:

Send me “+” and a character you want to see the muse hook up with, Mun and muse will give their opinions on the ship! [ x ]

         Connie you know my weakness- I’ve talked about this ship here (and that’s just about them being friends I haven’t even started on them being romantically involved) and really what else is there to say? They’re just. So good; you’ve got slow burn, slowly coming to trust one another, the gradual move from strangers into friends, the shy mutual attraction, the pining (oh gods the pining!), I bet friends tried to set them up, they’d be so understanding with each other and supportive, respecting of one another boundaries and just like. 

        lays on floor, they’d love each other so much and I think they’d be surprised by the depths of the emotion they feel for one another- they would help each other grieve past traumas; move on and heal from them, they would help one another grow as people and THEY’D BE SO FUCKING CUTE TOO!! Like. Just imagine Marth and Sheik (in this case SunSun) all curled up together, maybe SunSun settled contently on Marth’s lap and they’re just. Being cute; innocently snugglin’, imagine them holding hands and being toxically cute with the forehead/cheek/nose kisses- NOSE NUZZLES EVEN CONNIE, NOSE NUZZLES!

         Don’t even get my started on the more intimate and physical side of the relationship because hoo boy I could also talk about that a lot too

         You’ve got him blushing Connie and to be honest he isn’t really sure what to say- because truthfully... What Ray says makes sense to him, and that’s scary, relationships are something new to him, something he wasn’t sure he would ever have really- he needed time to think, so for now he just. Wasn’t going to say anything.

[untameablesands]

*Slams my url down* Howdy c:

Send me a url and I’ll talk about them! [ x ]Accepting

My Opinion on;

Character in general:

         I love Lucina a lot ;w; My very first playthrough of Awakening I fell in love with her; that is my daughter, she broke my heart and she must be protected. She’s been through so much; she tries to be so strong for the others, she just wants to save everyone and protect everyone, she grew up too fast in a world that was beyond her control- I just. I have a lot of feelings about Lucina. I can understand why some folks don’t like her, but like for people to full on hate her I don’t really understand and I will defend her :U

How they play them:

        Really well! I enjoy seeing Connie’s Lucina on my dash; she’s gone with such an interesting take on Lucina that’s so heartbreaking, it’s lovely seeing how far she’s come! Seeing her being in love; seeing her opening up to others and making friends. Lucina is a sad character, I know bc I have a blog for her myself, and her being able to let go and embrace herself? Being able to stop being so serious and stoic and hardened all the time? It’s wonderful, she’s come so far and I’m so proud of her Lucina ;w;

The Mun:

        Connie is fantastic! Super fun to talk to; encouraging, caring, friendly, just all around wonderful. A really great friend to have, it always makes me smile when I see a notification on discord from her, your support and encouragement are so appreciated, it’s a lot of fun plotting with you and just talking with you in general <3 I’m really glad we’re friends : >

Do I:

RP with them:

        A bit yes~

Want to RP with them:  

        Of course!

Ship with them:

        Yes >:] I never expected I would ship another of my ocs with Lucina, but Shaia has once again proven that she can be shipped with anyone xD I am extremely looking forward to developing their relationship in both Smash verse and our Fire Emblem AU <333

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

        A small personal tip would be tagging partners urls in replies so it makes it easy for said partners to look through your blog and find posts, but that’s just me >w< I highly recommend Connie and Lucina, they’re both wonderful and I am glad to have them in my life!~

[pixxelis]

G I and N for Shaia!

G: Gorgeous1. what is their most attractive external feature? - her hair or her eyes/eyelashes2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? - she has a big heart, even when she doesn’t like someone she’ll be mostly nice to them because she’s not a fan of hurting people’s feelings3. what benefits come with being their friend? - she will buy you so much expensive shit you didn’t even ask for. need a ysl bag? no? too bad she already bought you one because she has one and she thought it would be cute if you matched4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? - she loves her lips and hair (she’s a hair flipper), isn’t a fan of her mom belly5. what parts of others do they envy? - basically nothing, she’s not in the habit of being envious unless it’s over something material

I: In-the-closet1. what is their sexuality? - straight-ish (she’d be like 2 on the kinsey scale)2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? - others do because she’s constantly making comments like “her body is ah-mazing i would jump into bed with her sooo fast” but she tells everyone she’s just admiring. she “dated” a girl once in high school, but if you ask she’d say she went to an all girls boarding school and what do you expect3. have they ever questioned their gender? - nope4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? - her mom’s side of the family is pretty conservative but they’re trying to do better. they would probably just make ignorant comments but say they’re cool with it. her dad’s family are a bunch of hippies so they’re very “free love” 5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? - N/A

N: Never Have I Ever1. what would they never do? - shop at a thrift store2. what have they never done that they want to do? - she really wants to go skiing and ride an elephant. her checklist of things she wants to do mostly involve vacations3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? - it really baffles her that some people refuse to spank their kids. she hates when she’s in public and some kid is cursing their mom out and the mom is just standing there.4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? - so big secret alert she’s sleeping with one of her daughter’s teachers and she hooks up with him in the classroom while she’s supposed to be volunteering at the school fair. anyway she accidentally leans on some kids’ still wet finger painting and has to go back to the fair with the print of his painting on the back of her shirt and the kid recognizes his painting and starts crying. and shaia’s looking at his mom like “i have no clue what he’s talking about what’s paint?” 5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do? - she was totally against having kids, then after she had saylor she was like “never again” but her husband was like “what else are you doing? i pay your rent, i want a son” so she conceded to a second pregnancy and was pissed when she found out it was twins. she loves her kids but she tries to stay as far away from the “mom” stereotype as possible 

[pixxelis]

noctisbab replied to your photo “Say and Star, probably high asf*, probably about to go flirt with...”

SAY AND SHAIA LOOK THE EXACT SAME OMG ITS AMAZING ❤️

haha i used shaia as a base for teen saylor (because what is a teen sim) and just gave her more of a baby face. but they’re basically twinssss, even in my head

[sunbrightsheikah]

"I heard that you are looking for employment to prove yourself. Well do I have the perfect opportunity for you."

        "What kind of opportunity?” She wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t about to just blindly accept an offer without first knowing the details of it. "And just how would I be proving myself? Explain what you mean, and I’ll think on it." It was true she wanted to show that she was growing, that she was improving and on the proper path towards becoming a respectable leader for her tribe one day. That being said, she wouldn’t be showing responsibility and intelligence if she ran off to do whatever task someone asked of her without seriously thinking it over before hand.

[sunbrightsheikah]

GREEN MAKES TEH SCENE B)

ask me to describe a colour without using that colour [x]

        "Life! The sway of healthy leaves through a summer breeze; the simmer of a potion in its vat and the colour of a mysterious boy from the past. It is the grass beneath bare feet; the depths of the ocean and what Ikana is lacking in. Mm but just as it is life, it is death- the ooze of infection; the colour of decay and the moss growing upon brittle bones~"

[sunbrightsheikah]

"Gold."

ask me to describe a colour without using that colour [x]

        "The colour of hair I love running my fingers through; a shade of vibrant sunlight, the glimmer of bangles and anklets shining in the light of a fire. It is warm, it is inspiring; the colour of accomplishment and dreams. To some it is worthless, to others it is everything; to me… It is a reminder of the two I love most, and it is very precious indeed." 

[sunbrightsheikah]

Ne Shaia, what would happen to you and the other Sheikah if your Deity's mask ever broke?

        "You know... I'm actually not sure what would happen." A hand rose to brush soft bangs from her face, a worried pout tugged at her lips as she thought over the question. "In truth, we don't even know what the mask is. It is fashioned after our deity, and the magicks surrounding it are much like what our deity's magicks have been described like... Buuut, aside from knowing it contains at least some of his power we're clueless about it."

        "No one has tried it on, we're too cautious of what might happen and don't want to risk accidentally offending our deity..." Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and gently chewed on, "I guess if it broke, maybe all that would happen would be our Deity getting angry if he ever learned the mask was broken." The only way to know what would happen would be to either ask their deity or break the mask- the former was assumedly impossible and the latter was something the Sheikah would not allow to happen.

[sunbrightsheikah]

☼ ♪ ❄

Send a symbol to ask a question about my character [x]

☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy.

        "I assume you mean someones other than my Sheik’s~?” It wasn’t exactly a secret that her twin and her boyfriend were the two that could make her the happiest. "Well, my parents can make me pretty happy; and my aunt is pretty neat too~ As for something… Well, dancing usually gets my mood up; same with playing my tambourine. One of my biggest mood raisers though is using my magics to create illusions to go along stories that I tell to the little ones. Story time is lots of fun when you’ve got magic to make the tale come to life right before your eyes~”

♪ - Are they musically inclined?

        "You bet your ass I am! I’ve got my tambourine, it might not be the most difficult instrument to play but I’ve still got it. Aaaand I can sing; nothing too spectacular however. My voice is pleasant, your ears won’t fall off if you catch me singing; it’s not one of my biggest talents in all honesty, but it’s nice not having a bad singing voice ne?”

❄ -  Favourite season and why?

        "Spring! The other seasons are nice, especially winter because snow is so much fun, buuuut spring wins. It’s really pretty, the weather is usually a decent cross between warm and cold; not to mention it’s refreshing seeing the world, pardon the pun, springing back to life- growing up in Ikana tends to make people really appreciate actually being alive’n stuff."