celestrahl

[celestrahl]

take your time. write when you can. anyone who pressures you to write faster, sooner, or immediately doesn't deserve what you're going to write. friends, mutuals, and other writers know that things come at their own pace. it's okay to be excited for things, but never feel that it means you have to rush. let it take a day, a week, or a month even... but never feel that you have to do something quickly just to meet a "quota". there is no quota when this is all meant to be fun. enjoy your hobby, it's not a job.

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THEY GLOWED BRIGHTLY IN THE NIGHT SKY

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[celestrahl]

"I NEED TO STOP AND REST" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for taking a break, adjust as necessary

give me a minute to catch my breath.

you go on without me.

i'll just be a minute.

we should camp here.

i don't think i can take another step.

you're falling asleep standing up.

i think we should stop for a while.

we can't fight them if we're exhausted.

it's time for a break.

we'll pick this up tomorrow.

you need to rest. that's an order.

you're going to fall over.

i don't think i can take much more of this.

sit down before you hurt yourself.

you're going to tear those stitches right open if you don't stop.

i need you to stop and listen to me.

you can't save anyone if you're exhausted.

you need your rest.

i'm not asking you to sleep, i'm telling you.

pushing it won't do you any good.

we'll take turns keeping watch.

tell them we'll make camp here.

i'm stopping to rest. you can keep going.

sit down before you hurt yourself.

you'll pull a muscle if you don't stop.

listen to me. you have to take a break.

i'm out of breath.

just give me five minutes to sit down.

i'll be fine with some rest.

let me sleep for a while and then we can go on.

i won't do any good if i'm exhausted.

you won't save anyone if you're like this.

slow down.

you're just making it worse by not stopping.

you'll work yourself half to death.

i'm not letting you do this.

when are you going to think of yourself?

break time's over.

you'll just make your injury worse.

i'll keep watch while you sleep.

you need your sleep just as much as i do.

we have to be at our best if we want to save them.

at least take a five minute break.

give yourself some time to collect yourself.

i insist you take a break.

i can't go on.

i'll pass out if i keep at it.

never thought i'd be the one saying this, but i need to stop.

sleep would be great.

i'll just close my eyes for a few minutes.

wake me when it's over.

tell me when we're getting ready to leave.

this looks like the perfect place to take a nap.

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Anyone else ever wanna just… make pre-established connections between characters without having to RP it out cuz you’re a tired busy adult?

Like just hit each other up with shenanigans and tomfoolery and ‘they would totally do this’ sorta bs.

[celestrahl]

Any company besides Spite was welcome on a sleepless night like this — even though his bond with the demon was becoming more peaceful since their agreement, other things kept the assassin up. Such as having to keep an eye on Illario's doings, and what he'll do or have to do once he'd be able to confront his cousin for his actions face-to-face. And then, looming in the back of his mind, their mission against the elven gods.

"Hm, to be honest, I did not even try tonight." He replied to her, putting his cup of coffee to his lips to take another sip, quietly listening to Neve as she spoke.

He understood her concern. Even if Rook manages to help everyone of this group with their struggles, help them make peace with everything — having everyone eventually be at their best, would it be enough? And what if the gods plan another attack such as the dragons sent to Treviso and Minrathous, that they cannot foresee, before all of them have even had their chances to take care of their personal things?

"It's a miracle we even survived everything we did so far. And I don't doubt our skill, or us, or what Rook's doing. But even at our best we will still be mortals going against gods. Every encounter with them could be our last. But I think we all know that." A moment of silence followed as Lucanis emptied his cup, getting up from his seat before looking at Neve. "Would you like a cup of coffee too? Though if you still want to try to sleep in a bit, I can also make you some tea or a cioccolata calda."

@bloodedhearts / neve; continued from here 💜

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Serah wanted to respond that it most likely was Materia's voice that Tseng had heard — it would be no surprise if she left things vague other than telling him to fight and close torsions, perhaps that there were other people, but other than that, it was usually those who already spent some time in this world having to do most of the explaining to the newcomers. Even so, Serah was glad to help — and continue to do so, after they'd found out where these voices were coming from.

"Wait—" She signaled by lifting her palm, crouching behind some nearby trees and bushes. The voices, she recognized the closer she came, but not as any of Materia's warriors. She shifted slightly as she tried to peek through the branches and leaves, enough to spot Kefka, but not who he was talking to. Without a doubt though, they had to be one of Spiritus' warriors as well.

She turned towards Tseng, carefully whispering to him. "The one in the colorful outfit is Kefka. He fought us before, so he's bad news." Him, and more of Spiritus' warriors being this close to the airship meant no good. Worry bubbled up within Serah, though she tried to remain focused. "We have to let the others know asap."

As quietly as she could, Serah moved away from their enemies, only properly stood up again once they were out of sight. "I know you have more questions, but it's better to save them for later, when we're safe and sound on the airship. For now — come, I know another way back to the group."

It was just a bit impossible to believe in. Being in another world, if it weren't for the fact that he knew he was awake, Tseng would've thought he was dreaming. He hasn't precisely seen anything that would be from his memories, and even then it may be something from one of the others' memories in Gaia. It was good to know that for a group so large they adhered to a type of buddy system, never really straying alone or far from others.

      "I didn't meet Materia or Spiritus. Although... Materia may have spoken to me," Tseng said with a pensive look on his face.

It'd been a woman's voice that had spoken to him, didn't sound like anyone he'd recognize and there weren't that many women in his life. Simply Elena, Tae and Cissnei, though the last one he hasn't seen in quite some time. There was also Aerith but did she truly count? She's been dead for a few years. The only comfort he had was that now she wouldn't be harrassed by ShinRa even if the President is trying to do things differently and that she would be at peace with Zack.

      "I didn't hear her voice for very long though, I didn't get any sort of explanation about... all this, so I deeply appreciate you taking the time to explain things to me, Miss Serah—" The Turk paused as well, catching the sound and immediately he had a knife in his left hand and his gun in his right. Taking a moment to listen more carefully, he glanced towards Serah as soon as he was able to discern that it wasn't a monster. "Sounds like a couple of people talking... Perhaps from the group?"

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Paris, alright. Evie could deal with a change of location — it was odd, sure, but from what she'd learned of the pieces of Eden and the Isu, a function like this made sense. However, at the mention of the current year, the assassin momentarily blacked out everything else. It would certainly explain the sleek, sterile interior of this place, but... Time-travel seemed like something out of a fictional fantasy. Could she have really traveled almost 150 years into the future?

Her gaze fell back onto the man as she tried to keep calm and steady — he did seem disoriented, having been connected to that... machine. But at the same time, he didn't seem like he was intentionally lying to her. So perhaps for now, it was best to take his word until she'd found out more. If she had really been thrown forward in time by a piece of Eden, it should be able to put her right back, no?

When the man walked over and began to eat something that had been left for him there, Evie reached back into her pocket to inspect the small Isu device — immediately, she noticed that it had lost the shine it previously had, as if it was... empty. No power left within — yet another circumstance that made sense if she was put forward in time, such thing must take a lot of energy.

She took a deep breath. This room was reminiscent of Isu architecture — if only slightly, but the similarities were there. She turned towards the man once more, approaching him, and instead of answering his question, she held the dead artifact in his direction.

"Have you seen this before? Perhaps you even know what it is — but this is what brought me here. And if you've just the slightest idea of how I can make it work again, I'd appreciate your help."

She didn't have much of a choice otherwise, really. There were no windows, all other doors were closed by mechanisms beyond her understanding — and her eagle vision wasn't much help, though she wouldn't give up so quickly, especially not if the man could help her in any way.

It was so strange for Genesis to see someone who wasn't dressed in an Abstergo uniform that was real. He'd grown used to seeing ghosts (usually it was the phantom figure of his privateer ancestor Frederick Rhapsodos) so an actual human was... new to him. And while he should have been afraid, something within his addled mind kept him focused.

"This is the, ah... the Abstergo Industries facility in Paris. The year is..." Focus, focus, focus... there was something so difficult about trying to recall years at times. "Sometime in 2017, I believe. Couldn't tell you an exact date."

Everything felt so horrifically fractured. Not only that, but the room where the Animus Immersion was housed had no windows, so Genesis hardly ever had any idea of the passage of time unless he spoke to the Abstergo employees who came in to visit him and inquired. And even then it would be difficult for him to remember.

"... Sorry if that's not much help."

The room began to lurch and spin violently. It was then that Genesis realised he hadn't eaten his lunch. Damn it, he'd lost track of time in the Animus again. Stepping back towards the table and bracing himself against it, he reached for the water bottle that had been left for him several hours ago, taking a long drink. Then he started to eat one of the sandwiches, sighing to himself. If his mind had been clear then he might have figured out he was, in actuality, a prisoner in the facility.

Finishing his food, he looked back to his company. "I hadn't even eaten lunch. Terribly sorry about that." He'd tried to keep on top of pleasantries and manners where he could. "Still... how did you manage to get in here? Those doors never open..."

He'd never seen them open, but every mealtime there was always a fresh drink and a meal waiting for him. Ever since the mental collapse six months ago, the remnants of the Animus Immersion project, along with a few other trusted employees, had set up a system to keep him both fed and imprisoned, which included delivering meals when he was in the Animus. Not that he'd ever figured that out.

[celestrahl]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

my original batch can be found HERE! i got all kinds of angsty and protective vibes took over, but if u think of any more that you’d like to see on the list, shoot me a DM so i can add it!

“ get behind me… ”

“ stay here. ”

“ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”

“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”

“ when you love something, you protect it. ”

“ i’ll keep you safe. ”

“ do everything that i say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night. ”

“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

“ get down! ”

“ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”

“ why wouldn’t i save you? ”

“ it’s alright. they won’t be hurting you again… ”

“ of course i came for you… it would take far much more than that to stop me. ”

“ listen to me… i need to go back out there. but i promise you, i’ll be right back. okay? all i want you to do is stay hidden, and i’ll be back before you know it. ”

“ there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. ”

“ get out of here! now! ”

“ i knew you’d feel guilty; you do understand that i’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you? ”

“ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ”

“ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ”

“ protecting you isn’t my duty. it’s my privilege. ”

“ who did this to you? where are they? ”

“ listen to me. i don’t think i’ll be able to buy you much time. and once i go out there, the clock starts. so the second you hear us fighting, i want you to run. as fast and as far as you can. ”

“ are you alright? “

“ can you move? “

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “

“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “

“ i’m on my way. ”

“ it’s alright… it’s okay… i’m here now. i’ve got you. ”

“ it’s all over now. don’t panic. it’s not my blood. ”

“ i don’t know how long i’ll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i’ll only stop with my final breath. ”

[celestrahl]

WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

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REBLOG if when you ship, you’re here PAST the “build-up” and the first “I love you.” So many romance ships die a sad death after the build up is over, and leave muses high and dry.

There are SO MANY MORE stories to tell past that big “win.” MY Muse is not here to be tossed off when the thrill of the hunt is over. Please tell me yours isn’t either.

[celestrahl]

For now, it really seemed like the only choice Serah had was to just go with Joshua and ask people at the Hideaway whether they'd seen Noel. With Mog being unresponsive, no gates or artifacts in sight, and this feeling more like reality than a dream... She still wasn't sure what exactly this was. Being in a whole different world was hard to grasp — traveling through time could feel the same sometimes, but only if a location had gone through severe changes, which makes sense after travelling centuries back or forth. But this place didn't just look unfamiliar, it felt that way too.

"I really can't thank you enough for your help, and for being so... kind, and understanding." It really helped her keep her anxiety about the whole situation at bay, though she still caught herself gripping her own wrist to halt even the slightest tremble of her hands. Hearing him confirm that this felt more like reality than a dream both helped and didn't. A dream she would just wake up from eventually. Reality meant... she might be stuck here.

Gently, she shook her head, both to remind herself not to lose hope, and in response to Joshua's question. "I've seen unfamiliar places in my dreams before, but it was more like I was just watching things unfold, not being there myself." For a moment, she considered telling him about the portals and how they have been wonky before, spitting Noel and Serah out where they didn't quite intend to go, but — was that really what could've happened here? If it was, shouldn't she have spotted a gate nearby, or some weird anomaly? None of the usual stuff was here. She bit down on her lip, deciding to keep quiet about that, for now.

"We're taking that boat over there to the Hideaway, right? I've looked around while we talked, there doesn't seem to be any other way to get to it."

Maybe Joshua shouldn't worry this much about someone he doesn't know, but he really can't help himself. Serah seems like a very kind woman, but he can tell she's completely lost. How did she end up here, in Valisthea ? It feels like she's coming from far, far away... But how is it possible ? Joshua has read so much, about so many things... but he has never heard of such a phenomenon. Maybe the others could find a way to help her, though.

He lets a soft chuckle escape his mouth. "The first thing we will do once we're at the Hideaway is ask about your friend, Serah. I promise we will do our best to find him and to help both of you." Maybe he shouldn't make promises because he still doesn't understand at all what happened to Serah and Noel, but he wants to help, and yes, he will do his best to help. That's what he has kept doing. As the Dominant of the Phoenix, he has to be useful to everyone, always. No matter where they are from.

He offers her an encouraging smile, listening carefully to each of her words. "I assure you this is real. I do not think I am dreaming either." He shrugs. All of this doesn't make sense. But he knows he's awake because the pain in his body is still here, even if he's good at ignoring it. "Did... something similar happen before ?"

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@bloodedhearts / neve: “i’m always careful.” | protector / protectee starters

"I don't doubt that you are." Neve being a detective had already put her through a lot of situations and experiences well before Lucanis met her — even before Rook met her and all of this had begun. By now, Lucanis had seen the way she worked first-hand, how thoroughly, diligently she went about certain things, how carefully, yet powerfully she wove her spells. But now, what had happened to Minrathous weighed on her. Weighed on all of them — despite their best efforts, despite splitting the group, only Treviso was saved while Minrathous was not. Of course, Lucanis was grateful that Treviso wasn't blighted or destroyed, but he understood Neve's pain, and sympathized with her. Had Treviso been hit instead, he would've also thrown himself into whatever work he could find, disregarding how dangerous it might be.

"But our enemies are only getting stronger and more numerous by the day. And now with the Venatori taking over Minrathous... If you need help, do not hesitate to ask. You're not alone — you can count on us. On Rook. On me."

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Luis chuckled at Shiloh's words, mirroring her grin with his own in the brief moment he looked up at her, before returning his focus to his work. "You know, you do actually have slightly increased blood pressure — a side effect of the mutation, I'd guess, due to the increase in size whenever you do the, uh—" A gesture of his free hand followed. "With how fast it happens, the blood has to be distributed quickly enough, and— Can you imagine turning into something big and your limbs just fall asleep? Not to mention the damage it can cause when they stay asleep for a prolonged time. Such an inconvenience, no? Convenient, however, for whoever is trying to fight you— And, torture's done."

Having collected enough blood for several tests and analyses, Luis pulled away from the chair Shiloh was seated on, moving over to the laboratory refrigerator to store all vials but one — because he wanted to find out more about what was up with her virus as soon as possible, and help her, if he's able to.

"This facility might be mostly underground, but it does have a little park with actual greenery. If I'm going with you, they might let you run around there — but I'm afraid as long as they don't have proof you're able to contain your mutation, you'll be stuck here in the labs."

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"I don't ever get blood tests..." She tapped her fingers against the armrest of the chair. Resting her head on her other hand as he worked. "It's not because I'm afraid of needles or anything. It's just that my blood's under enough pressure as is." Shiloh looked at Luis with a grin. "That one sounded better online."

She wasn't ever a fan of doctor's offices. Most definitely had really turned to hating laboratories. "I wonder what else is planned today besides torturing my arm with needles. Maybe a nice stroll should be in the cards. I'd like to just go for a good long-ass run."