#【 🖤 】 ✦ * · ˚ — a steadfast heart │ r: lucian .

[sennamybeloved]

happy 3 year anniversary to us!! here's luci and sen backseat gaming while i play ghost of tsushima [reblogs very appreciated!!]

f/o 1 (left) uses they/she, s/i (middle) uses he/she/they/it, f/o 2 (right) uses he/him <3

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OOOOOOOH MY GOD

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@wynorrific-lovers delivered my two bracelets based off my spouses today :(((( they look so GOOD i love them so much hdhebbxhebbebf

[sennamybeloved]

Dear Seren,

I'm writing to you because I miss you. It's been a week since you left Lucian and myself to travel to the next town over. I understand it was all very last minute and necessary but next time, regardless of the circumstances, I wanna come with you. Before you think to mention Lucian, just remember that Lucian's a big boy, he can hold down the fort just fine by himself.

Anyway, I hope you've been eating well and that the town isn't too crowded or stressful for you to navigate alone; I'm so used to accompanying you to the local market to help you stay calm that yesterday when I went by myself, I found myself continuously looking for you beside me even though I knew I wouldn't find you. Regarding the market, if you let me know when you are scheduled to return and what you'd like, either Lucian or myself can go and get the ingredients necessary to make some of your favorites to be ready for you come dinner time.

By the way, Lucian of course misses you too. In fact, he's been sleeping with the plush you accidentally left behind when you packed for your trip. Don't tell him I told you that, though. Wouldn't wanna damage his ego. We've been good, been alright, even though we feel your absence greatly; the house just feels too empty without you in it. Lucian says he's looking forward to hearing your laughter fill it once more and I am right there with him.

I know it's sometimes hard for you to believe that, but it's true- we miss you when you aren't around. I also know I'm not the best at telling you what you need to hear so let me write it out for you right here and now so you can always come back to this when you need it most: I love you. Lucian loves you. As you are. I wouldn't change a single thing. Neither would he. You, just by being you, challenge me to try harder, to think through what I want to say and how I want to say it. You make me want to do better. Be better. And if it isn't obvious, because I know how that brilliant head of yours likes to trip you up, let me say it straight: you're worth it, my star. Don't ever let yourself forget that.

Come home to us soon. We'll be here waiting.

Sincerely,

Senna

(i'm no good at the answer-in-character thing but AUUUGHGAHGHSGUAHG i love this SO MUCH :SOB: <3333 THANK YOU FOR THIS TEX i literally cannot stop re-reading it. you characterized her perfectly!!!!! this has made my day.)

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important: lucian gives the strongest most suffocating most back breaking hugs known to man. they���re my favorite.

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i know i hardly talk about them but im still in love with lucian and senna. i have this deep longing for them in my soul that cannot be sated. sometimes i fear that ive fallen out of love with them but whenever they cross my mind my entire chest aches and i feel like crying. i love them just as much as i always have.

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UPDATES: upon closer inspection of sennas voice lines (listening past the first minute) she seems to be suffering from like.amensia? of some sort? that might be a polaris thing. maybe i'll headcanon that those chosen by the aurora suffer memory loss to keep them unbiased/"pure." regardless, this could aid me in my self inserting endeavors. perhaps both seren and lucian were her lovers prior to the whole memory loss thing, and their story in winterblessed involves them trying to get close to her again/trying to get her to remember them :(

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lucian and senna are confirmed to be getting winterblessed skins. i apologize for the person i will become in december

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sapphire roses.

selfshiptober day 5: flowers.

▬▬ ship: lucian x senna x seren (s/i)

▬▬ warnings: none!

▬▬ author’s note: it's been like... well over a year since i've written for both of these guys at once. that's scary. i needed to change that.

▬▬ tag list: @dragonselfship @dudefrommywesterns @minkymeatshop @wanderers-wife @fallen-for-them

▬▬ reblogs always appreciated! ♡

Perhaps one of the oldest lessons to ever cement itself into Seren’s mind is the sacrality of nature. It's a balanced creature that will give if you give, and take back what you steal tenfold. One must never cause unnecessary disturbances to the land; do not hunt more than you can eat, do not prune and pick the lush gardens which do not grow for you, do not poison or destroy the precious all-mother or her children. The First Lands are both caretaker and butcher, a welcoming home for some and a graveyard for many.

Seren has roamed these forests for centuries, and in this time, she has been nothing but reverent. She has grown cold and callused toward most living things, but the all-mother? Never. Nature is her home, her temple, the womb which she blossomed from.

She has given selflessly, only taking measured sips in return. While she did live off the land for many, many years, she also fearlessly defended that same land from the humans that infiltrated and ravaged it; there is a very good reason the citizens of Kumangra utter fearful tales about a furred, man-eating beast that stalked the coastal forests.

So, as Seren stands in those very same forests all these years later, smoothing over the soft petals of the famed sapphire roses with a calloused thumb, she wonders what difference just two flowers would make.

Slender fingers curl around the first pale, thorny stem, tugging it free from the frost-kissed bush. She then repeats the action with a second. Both flowers, cradled delicately between her palms, glitter in the moonbeams which filter through the canopy above.

“Thank you, Ighilya.” A gentle invocation spoken into the  crisp night air. If you must take, the least you can do is be polite about it.

That is where Seren’s midnight rendezvous ends. With the two flowers resting gently in her satchel, she begins her trek back to Kumangra. As she emerges from the undergrowth and joins the other late-night travelers on the path into the town, the irony of her situation becomes all the more clear to her. She once slaughtered a man—a poacher, pompous and foolish, who thought himself to be larger than life—behind the inn she currently holds a room in. She wonders in passing if the settlers here still fear her. Do they still spin tales about her? Would it be possible for anyone to recognize her? She pulls the velvety cloak (Senna’s cloak, graciously lended to her to as protection from the evening chill) closer to her body as she hurries down the path.

The innkeeper pays her little mind. He’s worn, she can tell; he cares naught for pleasantries or expositions, he simply wants his coin and to be left alone besides. Despite his nonchalance, Seren has trouble detaching herself from his energy. As a matter of fact, she’s having trouble detaching herself from anything that’s happening inside this inn tonight. She passes a dozen locked doors, each of which emits its own unique string of feelings and misplaced thoughts—a small glimpse into what rules within. 

She’s used to getting these little glimpses (it’s not like she can entirely shut them out, anyways) but usually, she can at least control how much attention she lends to each of them. Right now, she feels overwhelmed, which is odd for a night that was going so well. Perhaps she shouldn’t have worked herself up over thoughts of hunters.

Then, she feels it, warm like sunbeams and sweet like honey; two familiar presences emitting from just behind the door ahead. The feeling envelopes her like a welcoming embrace. Without hesitation, she reaches for the rusty  doorknob and twists.

Their room is a small, odd-looking snuggery that’s architecture isn’t quite Ionian but still couldn’t be called anything else. The beds are comfortable enough and the building is very quiet.

Lucian and Senna are still wide awake, just as Seren expected. They were both doing their own things before she entered (Lucian was polishing the intricate metalwork of his guns, Senna was removing her bulky jewelry and setting it neatly on the bedside table in preparation for attempting sleep) but when the door opens, their gazes snap over to her, and everything else forgotten.

“Seren,” Senna speaks first. “You’re back.”

Seren smiles in reply. “Told you I wouldn’t be gone long.”

“That sure as hell felt like a long time,” Lucian’s voice is gruff and tired. His indignant front does not phase her; she can tell that it’s a cover-up for genuine worry.

“Awe. Good to know you still care about me.” She taunts, and Lucian lets out a short huff.

Seren joins the pair of them on the bed they share, placing her satchel in her lap and resting her palms on it. Her tail curls around her body, tucked neatly against her side.

“You’ll be pleased to know that I didn’t get attacked,” Seren says. “Not by animals or humans. Didn’t get lost, either.”

She references the countless times she’s gone out for walks whilst they are staying in foreign territories. The amount of times she’s almost died in Demacian forests is confounding.

“That’s only because this is your home,” Senna responds, prompting Seren to chuckle. 

“I suppose you’re right.” It is also because she was the hunter in these woods for many years, but yes, she’ll allow them to go with that.

A brief pause, and then, Lucian speaks. “Your bag smells like roses.”

Roses, yes. It does. Seren had almost forgotten about the sapphire roses she’d stolen from the forest. She has gotten so used to their aroma that she hadn’t even noticed the way it fills the room. She must’ve turned many heads during her walk back.

“Yeah,” Senna concurs. “What is that?”

“Oh. I got you guys something.” Seren opens her satchel and reaches in, gingerly plucking the cerulean-petaled roses from their resting place. Both of her partners lean over her shoulders, watching intently, captivated by the prospect of a gift.

“One for you,” the first flower is placed gently into Senna’s outstretched hand. Deft fingers curl around its thorny stem. Emerald green eyes glisten with delight. She brings it up to her nose and inhales its ambrosial scent.

“And one for you.” The second flower is offered up to Lucian. For a brief moment, he just stares at it, quietly examining its beauty. Then, almost timidly, he reaches for the stem as well, taking it from Seren’s grasp. His other hand comes up to stroke its silken, iridescent petals.

A proud grin pulls at the corners of Seren’s mouth. They’re both pleased with their gifts, she knows it. She feels it.

“Wow. These are beautiful.” Senna says after a moment, voice raw with wonder.

Lucian continues her line of thought.  “And you just… found these growin’ out in the woods?”

Seren nods in reply. “Yeah. They’re sapphire roses. They grow wild in the forests around here. They’re heavily sought after by merchants and flower collectors due to their unique scent. People usually pick them until there’s no more left to be had. It’s a wonder that I found these.”

Senna tuts disapprovingly. Her face still rests near the flower. “That’s terrible.”

“Isn’t it?” Seren is suddenly filled with vigor; she still harbors her hatred toward those goddamn merchants and collectors, even all these years later. “I used to have to chase them out of the woods, when I was staying around here.”

Senna chuckles, giving Seren a look. “You used to chase people out of the woods?”

Yeah. And hurt them real bad, sometimes. They always deserved it. “I’m scary.” Seren shrugs.

“She’s scary.” Lucian concures. The topic is left there.

“These are beautiful, Seren.” Senna places her flower gently atop her lap. Her (now free) hand comes to rest on Seren’s arm. She wears a kind, grateful smile.  “Thank you.”

Seren feels her face getting hot. “Yeah, of course.”

Lucian doesn’t say very much. He simply leans down and presses a kiss to the crown of Seren’s head. “You’re a sweetheart, thinkin’ of us like that.”

Seren laughs shyly, casting her gaze downward. “I mean, of course. You’re– Yeah… I think about you guys a lot.”

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he’s so tiny pwlase

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i need them to put him in actual tft please please please

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happy 2 year anniversary to us!! (reblogs super appreciated <3)

f/o #1 (left) uses he/him, f/o #2 (middle) uses they/she, s/i (right) uses he/they/she/it

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yk what? fuck it. in honor of 4/20, here are some stoner headcanons for a bunch of my f/os.

cw for recreational weed usage below the cut.

SENNA — total stoner. stoner in the truest sense of the word. smokes all the fucking time. uses weed as a coping mechanism. — very high cannabis tolerance. — grows her own weed in our garden/the basement of our house. also makes her own edibles (it's the only thing she can make without burning the house down, somehow.) — gets remarkably chill when she's high. the heaps of stress she deals with constantly kinda disappear if she smokes enough, which is why she does it so much. — gets very giggly sometimes. becomes 100x less mature than she usually is. — ends up laughing every time i try to talk to her. — shows me stupid videos on her phone that made her laugh a little too hard. — either that, or she just gets really sleepy. she lays on the couch, eats chips, and watches bad tv before taking the best nap of her fucking life. — gets the munchies so severely. she could eat lucian and i out of house and home. — with some strains she can actually get up and make art. she does beadwork/jewelry-making and paints sometimes. — has the best advice for coping with bad highs. — generally just has the best tips if you want to get into smoking; she was a huge help to me when i first started. — being around her while she's high is a great experience. 10/10.

LUCIAN — significantly less entertaining to be around. — will pass out after 20 minutes no matter the strain. — sleeps so hard. you could like, hit him with a semitruck and he'd still be snoring. — wakes up with major munchies- but not as bad as senna's. — sometimes gets too high and lays on the ground at looks at the sky/ceiling/whatever for hours, floating between different planes of existence. — smokes to turn his brain off when he feels depressed. works about half of the time. — (un)surprisingly cuddly. clings to senna and i like his life depends on it. — overview: sleepy.

AHRI — becomes the worst version of herself. — really fucking obnoxious. her mind is running totally free, prompting her to spew out every stupid thought that comes to her. this is only entertaining for the first 10 minutes or so, until you realize that she is not going to shut up! — very giggly and talkative. — never passes out, no matter the strain. — her favorite thing to annoy me with is different variants of 20 questions. either turns really hilarious or really, really depressing. — prefers edibles over actually smoking. tends to eat more than she should, causing her to green out... a lot. — two words: playful aggression. roughhouses me, rips joints out of my hands, shoves/hits/scratches me, says the meanest fucking things with a big, shit-eating grin on her face. — has bitten me so hard that it's drawn blood. — has a great time. the people she is with will probably not have a great time, though. except for me, because i think she's wonderful.

MARLENE — not a huge smoker honestly. she only got into it after she started hanging out with me. — smokes to relieve stress. — totally chill when she's high. prefers to just hang out and watch tv or eat. — very cuddly. keeps her hand in mind or an arm around my shoulders when we're talking. enjoys laying with her head on my chest, or mine on hers. — she isn't very good at formulating words when she's intoxicated, but she likes listening to me talk. — likes to smoke while listening to music. i have a playlist made specifically for when we get stoned. — doesn't like to smoke alone; sometimes suffers from a little bit of paranoia. — has the best sleeps of her entire life when she is high.

T BUG — doesn't smoke a whole lot. it's a fucking ordeal whenever she does, though. — already a philosophy nerd, but becomes even more of a nerd when she's high. her philosophies start making less and less sense, until they either devolve into garbled quotes from ancient philosophers or borderline conspiracy theories. — has managed to convince herself that arasaka has her chipped. — has also tried to convince me to rob a building owned by a corpo while we were both high. i said no (we would've both died) but i considered it. — major munchies. bad takeout food is a must. we've gotten lost on the streets of night city searching for a burger joint before. — she smokes to help with the headaches and nausea she suffers as a result of the injuries she received during the arasaka tower attack. — usually very talkative, but gets sleepy after a while.

DUTCH — oh my god. he is the worst! — doesn't shut the fuck up. like ever. — also philosophizes, except everything he says is so mind-numbingly stupid. you just want him to shut up so bad. — states really basic concepts like they're profound and groundbreaking. — either that, or he will become really in touch with his emotions and memories (and by extension, is poor behaviors) and get really whiny and start talking about how he doesn't deserve me and blah blah blah. — after that he'll pass out so fucking hard. like i couldn't wake him up even if i tried.

ILLAOI — seasoned stoner. very chill about it. — she smokes like all the time with other buhru people. it's a bonding exercise in their village. — very high tolerance. smokes more than could ever be considered reasonable and never greens out. — owns a collection of fancy ceramic bongs. — becomes super relaxed and zen and in touch with her faith when she's stoned. it's one of her favorite experiences. — doesn't usually smoke along; she enjoys sharing stories and laughing with friends- or me. — she will try any weird edibles people offer her. the less she knows about their origins, the better. she views it as a fun challenge (someone could poison her and she wouldn't gaf.) — gave me the best advice when i started smoking. never had a bad high with her because she's just so chill. she makes everything great. — whenever i feel like i'm floating away she'll wrap one of her big ass arms around me and just hold me against her body. fixes me every time.

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me when icant have fuck all SHIT inhtis fucking house

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"Lucian, Senna's forgotten love, had tracked her down. He threw himself at Thresh, sacrificing himself to destroy the usurper and return the Aurora's power. As he lay dying, memories of their love washed over Senna. She stayed with him until he passed and, to remind herself of their undying bond, turned his soul into the Southern Star. Love would endure."

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HELP IM OUT OF MY MIND