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Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via books-n-quotes)

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Day in and day out, Ala Mhigan BUTCHER felt emotions and sentiments, unrepared internal damages and pain oft caused by own damned actions burning underneath pale skin akin to a tumor, forever facing nightmares such as she had shown them. One was granted no rest, no redemption, other people’s presence an inescapable CURSE; condemned guards and fellow Ala Mhigan no exception. This was the fate one deserved, no? Doomed by the hands of Garlean scientists and renowned / ACCURSED LIBERATOR ( ? ) LORD ZENOS promising foolish girl unbeatable power proving to be a fate worse than death... And now, WRETCHED SCIONS would not even grant her the latter! Upon noticing a visitor was approaching, BUTCHER’S apathetic gaze zoned in on iron door to met the other’s gaze for a mere second before own sight again dipped onto the dirt-caked floor, lips pressing into a thin line. Oh, how NOBLE blonde Scion must feel, taking precious time to visit someone so disgusted and pretending to care. A game one had no intention to play, unless the other was there to FINISH THE JOB and thus granting fallen one to embrace final wish, what was the point of this deplorable encounter? Ignoring uttered question, butcher took a route of her own, gaze again lifting to train on female’s features before spitting out own inquiry. 

“What do you want?”

starter call // @rapaxis

“…how are you holding up?” it’s a mumble of an inquiry, after a silent approach. she’s sure she doesn’t need to give any warning that she’s here, that fordola already knows. it’s unnerving but, at the same time, nice to know there’s no fear of scaring her. “all right, i hope….i’m not expecting your mindset to have changed at all i just…” she just…what? truthfully, she’d just thought it had been a while since she’d been in ala mhigo proper, had found herself wanting to make sure that no one had taken justice into their own hands && seen fit to murder her while no one was looking…. she’s relieved that’s not the case.

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hate it when you try to kill someone and they dont die like how rude do you have to be

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It was impossible to remain a naive, primitive PREY in a world of predators, a feeble flower waiting to one day be crushed under the heavy boots of the Empire; one knew what had to be done, but own people were WEAK, own people too blind and scared to take action and thus preventing a nation of collapsing into pitiful rubble on the ground. It was a matter of keeping own head aflot; relentless ‘BUTCHER’ would not idly stand stand still and watch her people drown, but rather take act achieve GLORY.  Noble promise whispered since the day stones fell, those attempting resistance would PAY. One was given a chance, a name, citizenship and a VOICE from those deeming her a mere SAVAGE, handed out tasks were carried out with honour and righteousness, own mind CONVINCED she was aiding own homeland to become liberated while gaining the acceptance of those who occupied it in the first place. A mantra hammered within griefed skull whenever a flicker of doubt would ignine; SURVIVIE, SUVRIVE, SURVIVE, these are good people, what you are doing is right. Given task from Zenos this time was to GUARD the Viceroy of Doma, a state going beyond what own strenght was fighting for, however, orders were not to be questioned, and one did not intend to do so. One had heard... Rumors about this renowned female, however, own mind RESET upon entering her chamber, gaze meeting the satin curtain of hair flowing down a perfectly shaped back, nostrils picking up a faint scent of PERFUME mixed with exhaled smoke. 

“Fordola rem Lupis, commander of the Crania Lupi,” sout voice responded, single arm lifting to greet the other with an Imperial salute.  Own statue did not even FLINCH upon hearing female’s spat out words; BRING IT VICEROY, I have been called worse. “Waiting to be ordered.” 

      < ☾ > GLARE INTO BUTCHER’S EYES, & tell me that you can IGNORE the glimmer of a cracked mirror; reflections found in paths chosen & taken. Depending on the shift of light you could LEER into own bitterness when starring into ‘GUARD’S’ very features. A mien distorted by rage / BLIND HATRED; all hail us! Insatiable fools … ah, you sense this burning, this looming / CANCEROUS entity building up beneath SAVAGE’s skin. You sense it, because you know this desire / WANT WANT WANT better than anyone. Ravishing, clawing its way up your throat to nestle on a sharpened tongue. Oh, ire never slept, never rested, never ceased. It burnt on, scorching feeble bones with its blazing hunger. – aye, when VICEROY turns to step towards the balcony, eyes flicker. Unyielding glare narrowed by both DESPAIR / DISGUST. To yield to utter hatred turned one into an ugly, irredeemable thing. How disgusting it thus felt to encounter another of her piteous kind.

           ❝ – introduce yourself, you witless creature. ❝ ‘twas a barked command; words sour / LIKE ACID; spat out whilst honeyed lips emitted this ghastly smoke, letting it spiral betwixt her & the endless vault: back turned, lethargic glare fixated elsewhere. Ah, whatever it was that could have served as an attempt to UNITE them in thought had been stomped out akin to a guttering candle. – DEVOUR, DEVOUR, DEVOUR; nay, she suffers in solitude. Volume of scornful voice drops, pipe held loosely between two fingertips.  ❝ they taught you to do THAT, didn’t they? ❝   ➤ @rapaxis / sc.

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RULES: repost, don’t reblog. just pick a muse of yours and fill it out.

MUSE: Fordola rem Lupis

— basics

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? She is quite short and compact.

▸ are they okay with their height? In all honestly, she would not mind being a bit taller.

▸ what’s their hair like? Short and bright orange, with blonder highlights.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? Not at all.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance? No.

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? Most definitely. At the end of the day, one of her goals is to be accepted by both the people of Ala Mhigo and the Empire.

— preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors? outdoors. ▸ rain or sunshine? sunshine. ▸ forest or beach? depends. ▸ precious metals or gems? metals. ▸ flowers or perfumes? neither. ▸ personality or appearance? personality. ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? depends. ▸ order or anarchy? depends. ▸ painful truths or white lies? painful truths.   ▸ science or magic? science.   ▸ peace or conflict? depends. ▸ night or day? day. ▸ dusk or dawn? dawn. ▸ warmth or cold? warmth. ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? few close friends. ▸ reading or playing a game? training.

— questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Fordola is ruthless and brutal, and does very questionable things on her path to, what she thinks is, glory. Furthermore, she allowed herself to become an EXPERIMENT for the sake of becoming stronger and thus gambled her life. She would not hesitate to strike down even those allied for the sake of the “greater good”, out of her point of view, even if she does not want to do it.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? Yes. The prime example is her father, his death ignited a spark of revenge that would follow Fordola from that day foreward.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? She has some childhood memories that involve some form of happiness, however, these are since long surpressed. The freshest memory that can count as a fond one in adult days is when Zenos gifts her with one of his men’s gunblade.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Yes. Far too easy.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? Fordola is a silent sufferer who does not wear her emotions on the outside, she basically has two experssions, either a sinister smile or a rather ‘grumpy face’. She is explosive when it comes to her vocals however, when coming close towards something recempling a break down she would yell a loud reminder of her goals, not only to assure herself but also those around her that she can do this.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? No, not in adult days.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? The concept of LOVE is foreign and most importantly irrelevant to Fordola. One could argue that she is ‘in love’ with her homeland and thus does questionable things in the name of what she thinks is greatness, but that would be a very toxic relationship since she joins the oppressors, aka the garleans, to fight the oppression in Ala Mhigo. But it certainly is not love that drives her in these actions, so love per se is something she has never, and most likely never will, experience.

TAGGED BY: @caeiri TAGGING: @landwaker ; @vividushext ; @briidunviing + anyone.

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We are the LIONS in a world of  l a m b s 

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smh

“What did I do wrong THIS time?” 

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HELLLO FFXIV ROLE PLAYERS! This is a brand new masterlist blog created for the purpose of helping writers, both old and new, to find eachother and thus unite the fandom. 

To be added to the MASTERLIST, please reblog/like this post. Only leave a notification on this post if you are an active writer within the FFXIV rp universe. Canon, OC and multimuse blogs welcome. When reblogging, please write the NAME of your character in the tags. 

Do not reblog/like this post if you are 1) a character from another fandom, (including other Final Fantasy games) 2) If you are a canon/OC character from another fandom with a verse set in FFXIV, 3) If you have been inactive for over two weeks, 4) If you are not a role play blog (including if you post FFXIV content.)

When up and running, this blog will also reblog promos featuring writers within the FFXIV fandom.

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*throws shoe at* begone

*looks at shoe*

“So do you want this back, or…?”

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bonjour

*runs screaming in the opposite direction* 

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*taps microphone* Hello out there! 

This is a brand spanking new blog for FORDOLA REM LUPIS from Final Fantasy XIV. If you are interested in writing with this little ruthless pile of contradictions fightning ( sorta ) for the Ala Mhigan Resistance and Garleans alike, drop a LIKE, REBLOG or FOLLOW, and I will check you out. 

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TAG DUMP 1 

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