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lightinxthedark · 4 months ago

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How would Veadris react to Ashelia or Caelen being in a poly relationship? How would she react if they have a child/children out of wedlock?

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((ooh, these are good, heh. I'm gonna answer them separately because the answers are gonna be a tad different, but not a whole lot!

How would Veadris react to Ashelia or Caelen being in a poly relationship?

To be perfectly honest, she wouldn't understand it in the beginning, and I'm not sure if she would come to a full understanding, but she would support them regardless. Again, Vea wants her children to be happy and safe, and if they find happiness with multiple partners, how could she be upset about that? She... is very much so monogamous, so the idea of loving multiple people at once and being able to commit to multiple people at once is kinda mindboggling to her, heh. Not in a bad way or anything of the sort, but she would worry about one person not being as fully committed to one of their partners, jealousy becoming an issue, and someone accidentally feeling like they're the third-wheel in their own relationship. I think she'd definitely question Ashe or Caelen about it because she's worried about them, not because she thinks they're wrong or leading someone on or anything of the sort, but once she realizes they're genuinely happy and everyone involved is consenting to being in a poly relationship, she'll accept it. Again, she might not understand it, but she loves her children, she wants them to be happy, and they can make their own life decisions just fine.

How would she react if they have a child/children out of wedlock?

So... I'll answer this in general, but it's gonna pick on Caelen specifically since he's the one with a child out of wedlock in an au I have with Silence, heh. In general, Vea is... not gonna be pleased, heh, since while her mindset/beliefs are fairly progressive all things considered, she is not as progressive as to be chill with people having kids without being married. Now, she's not an ass about it, and she may disapprove but she's not going to judge since it absolutely has zero effect on her, but she's going to shake her head and hope for the best. Vea believes it's better to have kids while married because that will provide stability for them, though, as a quick tangent, she knows not all marriages work, so it's different if someone becomes a single parent because of divorce (or if something happens to their spouse in general), and would rather see that someone gets a divorce than force themselves to stay with someone who they're not compatible with for whatever reason because there's a child/children involved.

Anyway. She wouldn't be happy initially, but she would push aside her disappointment in favor of making sure Ashe or Caelen are alright, and doing what she can to support them, although she'd make it clear they're responsible for their child. Vea will be delighted to be a grandmother, but if Ashe or Caelen are capable of taking care of their own child, she's not going to take responsibility for their child because they don't want to. Now, obviously, it would be different if they couldn't for whatever reason, but that's just a given in general - Vea would never hesitate to take in any grandchildren of hers if something happened to their parents.

In the case of Caelen's au daughter, Myra (who he has with my muse, Gylfie, over on @disillusionedjudge), Vea would, again, not be pleased, heh. Especially taking into consideration that Caelen is trying to hide his true identity and Gylfie is an Archadian Judge - those two having a child is not doing them any favors about keeping their relationship on the down low, lol. And, to be clear, Vea wouldn't be disappointed only with her son - it takes two to tango, after all, so she wouldn't be pleased with him or Gylfie, but... at the end of the day, what's there to do? She won't stay disappointed forever and she won't hold it against either of them, and she will do whatever she can to help them out. If they need her to babysit Myra, she'd do so in a heartbeat. If they want pointers or suggestions, she'd be happy to teach them what she knows about parenthood. She'd understand Gylfie's struggles with motherhood and would sympathize with her feeling disconnected from her daughter, and she'd understand if Caelen is overwhelmed by being a single father and running his business. Now, of course, this is all running on the assumption she knows Caelen is Cael Skjult and all that jazz, but I'm not gonna dive into the specifics of that, heh. And, in their case, it would be a situation where Vea would raise Myra herself if they asked, just because of how complicated their situation is.

Going back to a more general answer, aside from being disappointed, Vea would be worried for Ashe or Caelen. She knows they would be heavily scrutinized for having a child out of wedlock, especially if Ashe or Caelen are in Dalmasca's center of attention for being royalty. Caelen's au with Myra, for example, would probably lead to judgment but maybe not as harshly because he's living in Old Archades, while if he fathered Myra out of wedlock while he was still a Prince (especially as Crown Prince), that judgment would be a helluva lot stronger. And if Ashe had a child out of wedlock? Vea knows that judgment will be 10x worse for the sole reason that Ashe is a woman. So, regardless of how she might feel initially, she's also going to be incredibly protective of Ashe and Caelen because of that, and will stand by them no matter what.

#ooc asks #anonymous #headcanons; veadris

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lambofasolidor · 1 year ago

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hello!! I’m Midge (25; she/they)! This is a semi-selective, mutuals only, multi-everything MCU turned FFXII OC sideblog! 20+ muns only.

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museannex · 2 years ago

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hello!! I'm Midge (25; she/they)! This is a semi-selective, mutuals only, multi-everything, and low activity multimuse sideblog! 20+ muns only.

important links: rules | mun | muses | directory

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tarnishedxknight · 5 months ago

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What's Best For Her || closed with disillusionedjudge

{ @disillusionedjudge, cont'd from here. }

Caelen smiled, some of the tension leaving him as Gylfie confirmed him as a worried father and cradled his cheek with her hand. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly with affection for her. Oh, how he loved Gylfie. He was deeply and happily in love. He only hoped he made Gylfie as happy and she made him, though sometimes he worried about that. After all, she'd never wanted to be a mother and he'd gone and gotten her with child. But the more Myra grew, the more Gylfie seemed invested in their daughter, and Caelen was so glad to see it.

He was worrying about Myra, though. The world was so uncertain, and it was a dangerous place, what with the war going on and everything. And for no one was a war-torn Ivalice a more dangerous place than for royalty and soldiers, and Myra just happened to have one of each for her parents. He wanted to make sure that, should the worst but perhaps not entirely improbable occur, their precious girl would have a clear and stable path to a good life without them.

Hearing that Gylfie's family would not accept Myra, and that it would be a great imposition if not a peril to her mentors to aid her, had Caelen worrying even more, though he tried not to show it. But then, something Gylfie said had his gaze brightening once more. "Adoption. Of course! Why had I not thought of such a thing? Perhaps I could simply adopt her. All it really takes for Myra to be legitimized is for me to legally place into writing that I claim her as my own... isn't that right? Adoption can do that as well as marriage."

Oh? But wait... Was Gylfie now considering marriage? Caelen listened as she spoke, and by the time she was asking him if marriage was something he wanted, he was smiling warmly. "It is, if it is with you, my love," he replied. Hearing her say she wanted to marry him made his heart sing, but the doubt she carried as to his feelings had him taking one of her hands and holding it tenderly near his heart.

"At home in Dalmasca, I was always told that I would be arranged to someone, that it would not be my choice. Because of that, marriage became this... unhappy thing to rebel against instead of look forward to. It was one of many reasons I hated being Crown Prince. I had not the freedom to choose someone for myself, or even the freedom to love whom I chose. With you, though, dear Gylfie... you are my choice. You are my love. My beautiful warrior. My fiery lover. The mother of my only child. Marrying you would not be that terrible thing it was in my mind growing up. It would be a symbol of our freedom to love whomever we choose. If I am your choice as well, then I would be honored to marry you."

#disillusionedjudge #oc muse: caelen #caelen x gylfie #{ to the sea i'd always heard of } ᵇᵃˡᶠᵒⁿʰᵉⁱᵐ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #{ the darker corners of ivalice } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⁻ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ #{NOT ME REALIZING I TAGGED MY FRIEND'S BLOG INSTEAD OF MY OWN IN THAT ASK}#{I'M DEAD... R.I.P. ME 2024 HAHAHA}#{when I start typing my url... his comes up too}#{so sometimes i click the wrong thing... fml heh}

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illbringthechaosmagic · 1 year ago

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“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

((@disillusionedjudge))

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"I understand that, but that doesn't mean that I'm not going to worry," Wanda replied, having sat herself down beside the other with a bottle of water and some fruit snacks. While she wasn't entirely sure what the other was going through in that moment, she wanted to be able to offer some comfort if she could. "Do you want to talk about it, or would you rather I found some way to distract you?"

#disillusionedjudge #ch: gylfie ynarra

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tarnishedxknight · 2 months ago

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It... was honestly the nicest thing anyone had done for him in two years. In... perhaps even more years than that. Basch wasn't usually given to such displays of emotion, but torture and imprisonment had worn him down, and it had been so long since he'd felt any kindness from anyone. The woman didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't make a big deal about it, and for that, Basch was thankful. He was a bit embarrassed that such a small gesture could elicit that sort of visceral emotional response from him.

"Aye," he said in agreement of her words. They really ought to move on, and anything they wished to discuss... well they're be plenty of time for that later on. As long as they had time, that is, and the only way to guarantee time was to survive this dungeon and make it to freedom.

As they walked and began speaking of Caelen, Basch smiled rather genuinely to hear that she knew what his chosen name meant and that she'd teased him about it. That smile faded, however, when she said there was a large Landisian population where he'd settled... in Archadia. "Is there?" he asked, genuinely surprised by that. He didn't know what surprised him more, that refugees of Landis would feel comfortable settling in Archadia or that they were still alive after everything they were exposed to in their homeland. The former was a sore subject with him, for many reasons, so he chose to focus on the latter. "So there are many still... who have survived for years with... with nethicite poisoning. It is not only my-... Judge Magister Gabranth." Basch had wondered about that for some time now.

Basch noticed how winded the woman was, how sore she seemed to be. Even though he might be feeling a bit stronger with the energy she'd given him, he still needed breaks himself, but... he began to take ones he didn't need... just do that she could rest. It was clear to him that she was going to push herself as long as he was pushing himself, and with her providing light for them, he wasn't sure how far she could go before-... Well, if she collapsed or lost consciousness, they would be in a much more dire predicament, for Basch had not the strength to carry her. So he made certain to regularly stop and rest so that she would be sure to do the same.

That was not to say that he didn't need to rest at all, oh no. He was a bit stronger and a lot less winded with the woman's help, but... gods, how his body hurt all over, right down to his bones. His lungs hurt, too, with each and every breath. It felt like they were lacerated deep inside, but he supposed it was just some kind of infection taking hold, some illness that left them inflamed and painful. His coughing fits were fewer, but not gone, and every now and then, he paused to cough, the air-hungry gasping sound as he coughed faster and harder than his breathing could keep up with was enough of an indication to him that he was seriously ill. As long as they could make it out and he could sleep for a time, then he could heal himself... and her.

The more they spoke of Caelen, though, the more Basch learned about just who this woman was. His lover? That struck a chord with him, because he remembered how much Caelen had resisted the idea of an arranged marriage. "He always wanted the freedom to choose who he loved," Basch could not help but say to her. "I am glad he was ultimately able to do so. Thank you... for sparing his life on the battlefield, and for loving him." I envy you, Caelen. What happiness you must have known. He was quiet as she shared more and more, feeling partially like he should stop her from oversharing but also partially very interested to learn what had become of Caelen these past few years.

Basch listened very intently but also quietly, not wanting to interrupt the flow of her... reminiscence? Confession? He wasn't sure what it was, but he wanted it to happen naturally. At the very least, if the worst should happen and this woman not survive, Basch could find Caelen and take all she said to him back with him. He took it all in, every detail, from how Caelen had been mistaken for an Archadian to how she'd helped him slip through the cracks, and then how he'd chosen to stay settled in Archadia past when he should have escaped. The best part of it all for Basch to hear was that he'd opened a smithy for himself. That... that tugged at his heart in all the best ways. A warm, nostalgic smile came to his lips. "Caelen always loved blades, though more as art than as weaponry."

As the woman took his advice and began to follow the rat, Basch continued to listen to her as she now explained a little about who she was. He... had honestly never heard of her, but he had heard of her father. "I am familiar, at least in name, with Judge Magister Ynarra," he said. But as she went to explain how she wasn't actually Takrin's daughter, how she'd slighted Vayne, how she'd helped Eswynn escape Vayne after she'd discovered she was with his child... It was all so very much for Basch's taxed mind to take in. He did his best, though, to note all of these important details as best he could, for what she was telling him was nothing short of extraordinary.

"I can see why he loves you," Basch said before he could think better of it. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, and a good moral compass. That is very rare." And even rarer in Archadia, he wanted to say, but he held that bit back. That sort of arrogance cost him his relationship with his brother, and Basch was determined never to let it see the light of day again. He was all for this, thought... for getting the Princess of Nabradia out of that terrible situation, and for protecting any child of Vayne's from its father's toxic influence. It explained why she had been imprisoned, at least, for he knew that Vayne was not one to take such slights or insolence sitting down. Even if he had no evidence as she said, he was more likely to use her as a scapegoat than simply to do nothing about it.

But to hear that she told Caelen and Eswynn to move on after a few days... Ah, then they are already gone. And now his gaze looked to hers. She must miss them both terribly. "I am sorry. But all hope is not lost. You may yet see them again. Let none extinguish that hope within you. Let it give you strength." After all, had his strength these past two years not been that he needed to keep his promise to Raminas and assist Ashelia in securing her legitimacy as a Dynast descendent? He still had hope that he could complete that duty... and see her again. "Thank you... for telling me all of this," Basch then said rather humbly. He was glad to know what had become of Caelen, and perhaps someday he could see him again too.

Basch understood Marquis Ondore's position, and yet... he was not certain that, if he were placed in that very same position, he would have made the exact same set of choices. He could not very well judge the man now, though, with the benefit of hindsight the man had not had at the time. Gylfie was right, though. If Ivalice learned that Ashelia lived... Ondore's position would become all the more precarious. Though, Basch hesitated to lump himself together with Ashelia in terms of importance as Gylfie seemed to have. And yet... "I need to find the princess. I swore a duty to her father that if the worst should befall him, I would help her to take hold of a birthright she was never meant to have... but now must. Her legitimacy must be proven, and only I know how, and where she must go for it. That was how King Raminas wanted it." A pause, and then, "Howe'er... in my current condition, I fear I would be of little use to her."

As Gylfie struggled with her magic, Basch looked to her, concerned for her health. He was about to suggest that he try to produce some light for them for even just a little while, so that she could rest herself a bit more, when-...

It was almost blinding, the way the light surged around her hand, so much brighter than she'd had it before. Once it did, it seemed to take on a life of its own, floating away from her hand and in the direction they'd been traveling. This... orb of light, as bright as the sun but small and concentrated, was waiting for them to follow.

"Are you doing this...?" Basch asked, staring at the orb in disbelief.

But of course, she was not. Munoh had seen how depressed their favorite human had been at the disappearance of his lover, and so they had decided to find her themself. It was easy enough for an Occurian to find any hume they wished, but what Munoh had not expected was to find Gylfie... with Basch fon Ronsenburg.

Time was not a line, a thread, or a path as so many thought of it. No, it was a circle, a thing that looped back around onto itself, repeating and retracing. Only the Occuria knew this, for they had seen and lived it all. For them, the past was the future, waiting to come back around again. The future was the past, already lived and coming up soon once more. A circle, a balanced wheel. Munoh knew their kind wanted Basch dead. He had to die, as he was destined to. As he had died in so many previous turns of time's wheel before this one. The reason was Ashelia. She was their chosen champion, the one who would use the Sun Cryst to destroy the Archadian Empire. But if she had her mentor, her friend, her confidant... the voice of reason in her life, one she trusted above all others... he would pull her back from this. He would undo the coaxing and coercion of the Occuria and steer her towards a peaceful path. For that, Basch needed to die, to ensure the destruction of the Empire, and thus of most of Ivalice. As it had transpired so many times before, and given birth to new empires, new ages, new worlds. He was never destined to make it out of Nalbina alive.

For that reason, Munoh hesitated to help them, for they could not very well help Gylfie without also helping Basch. But did they not break away from their kind because they disagreed with all this curating and artificial manipulation of the hume race? Did they not disagree with predestined fates and pushing humes toward their own agenda? After following the pair for some time and giving it some consideration, Munoh decided they would help Gylfie to survive this... and Basch along with her. Let their kin think of how to respond to that.

Creating the ball of light had been easy enough, for they simply let their core glow as it would and permitted it to be visible to the two humes. Only that, though. They were not quite inclined as of yet to reveal who they were to them.

"Let us follow it, then. It seems to be leading us in the same direction we were treading anyway." Basch looked back to Gylfie. "Extinguish your own magic for a time, and give yourself a much needed respite from it," he said gently. With that, he continued in the direction of the orb, and when he did, it began to slowly move away from him, lighting their path forward.

Basch did notice the way the air seemed to turn fresher at some point, and when Gylfie confirmed it, he felt hope rising in his heart anew. "Aye, we must," he agreed. "The air is most certainly different. Moving," he said. The orb was still lighting their way, and as Basch followed it, the air not only moved and smelled fresher, but it smelled like... like sand. Glorious sand. Salty, dusty, crystalline sand. Soon, the orb was not the only light before them. The sun was now peeking in to cheer on their escape as well...

Basch knew the value of having his health, of having his body be functional enough to keep going. He knew that he was no good to Ashelia half dead or... or all dead. But he also knew that if he did not make it out of his dungeon alive and quickly, he would never see the sunlight again. Noah had kept him alive for information, but after an escape attempt, perhaps that information would begin to pale in comparison to the need to not let Basch escape him again. Noah wanted him dead, he knew, and he did not want to wait around to find out if nearly losing the chance to kill him once would cause him to cease in his hesitation to do it.

No, he knew time was of the essence, for himself, for his unlikely ally, and for anyone else who might try to escape the clutches of the Archadian Empire. For that reason, he continued to slowly roll his shoulders, feeling his skin split and warm trickles of blood go down his back. He could heal himself later if he could just be permitted to sleep for a while, but before all that... they had to escape with their lives. Fortunately, Basch had been a soldier for twenty years, and he knew how to push through pain and set aside his emotions to complete a task at hand.

What he did not know... and what he was not used to... was people helping him instead of the other way around. Basch was used to being sword and shield to the weak and innocent, to being the protector, not the one protected. The woman's offer of help was almost so kind as to be strange to him, and if he was being honest, allowing himself to be treated to anything, even in an hour of dire need, went against what he felt in his core. But she had a very solid point. He was worse off than she at the moment, and if he could just gain the strength to make it out of Nalbina and to improve enough to be able to cast spells again, then he could heal both himself and her. It made too much sense for him to continue to refuse.

Oh, how comforting it was to feel another person touch him gently. Not to harm him, or restrain him, or to cause him some sort of discomfort, but to give him strength. It was such a foreign thing to him, to be treated this way, and it made tears sting his eyes. They may not have fallen down his cheeks, but they were no less there. When she broke the connection and tried to quickly center herself again, his gaze moved to her. He felt noticeably better. Oh, he was still in pain and still very much wounded and sick, but he felt more alert now. Certainly, he felt like he had the strength to walk for a while now, and that was extremely valuable. "Thank you," he said with all the true and deep reference of a solemn and honorable knight. His voice was a bit stronger now than it had been earlier, and he was no longer quite as winded. "Once I am strong enough to grasp my own magic again, I will heal you. You have my word."

As she helped steady him as he stood and they began to work their way down the corridor, Basch thought the woman was not going to answer his question at all. That was fine, for he hadn't really expected much of an answer in the first place. Everyone had secrets, and in light of how his life had essentially been saved by her, he was not going to press her about hers. But then she did answer, and the name... both stirred and confused Basch. Cael Skjult. Cael... Hidden? That was what it meant in his native Landisian, a language he only uttered very infrequently nowadays. But he'd taught the children of King Raminas some of it, those he'd known, anyway. As she clarified that he was actually named Caelen, Basch knew exactly who she was talking about. But then his mind connected the many points she was throwing out at him...

She knew him now. Years after he'd gone missing and been thought dead. And he was masquerading under the name Hidden... Had Caelen deliberately left Dalmasca? Faked his own death and started over elsewhere? Basch honestly did not know why that should have surprised him so. Raminas had placed all the weight of the throne upon Caelen's then very young shoulders, forcing him into battle when he had not the heart for it and telling him that he would marry and produce heirs whether he liked it or not. Such was his duty, the expectations placed upon him. Basch knew how unhappy Caelen had been. Had he been so unhappy as to abandon homeland and kin?

A recurring theme in Basch's life, that was, it seemed, though he prayed that Caelen did not so badly regret his decision the way Basch had come to regret his own.

Basch knew he ought to be disappointed in Caelen. He ought to feel shame and even anger at the young man deserting his fellow soldiers, his king, his kingdom, his sister... everything. He knew that he should condemn Caelen for a coward and vow to bring him to justice, for desertion was a crime nearly as high as treason. But... King Raminas was dead. Ashelia was nearly powerless. Archadia and Vayne Solidor loomed over Dalmasca, poised to end the small kingdom's sovereignty forever. Somehow amongst all of that, a young man simply trying to escape a predestined life he never wanted seemed the least of all evils. No, Basch could neither hate nor judge Caelen for leaving. If anything, he wished him well.

"It means 'Hidden'," Basch said after a long silence. "Skjult. 'Tis Landisian. I taught him some of the language over the years." His voice was soft, his tone affectionate and not at all venomous. "I thought I'd failed him too," he then said. To lose Caelen, the last legal heir of Dalmasca and her last prince, the last son of his king... that had been so massive a failure of Basch's that he had scarcely been able to speak the words to his king upon his return from the battlefield. But what made it all the more painful for him and Raminas both... was that there had been no body to lay to rest. Now Basch knew why. He wished... that Raminas had lived to know his son had not died as he'd thought.

His knee hurt terribly, but the more he worked it through walking, the more it swelled and settled into a comfortable numbness. That would serve him far better than pain for now, though he still walked with a limp. Basch did his best to ignore the pain of his various injuries and to keep moving even as he coughed. Small breaks were needed here and there, but he managed to keep moving well enough. Even so, he knew the illness in his lungs was serious, for he had the chills and aches of fever. He was sure his face was red, flushed by that very fever, and every now and then, he shivered from it. Yet... he pushed himself onward.

Basch listened as she spoke of the sky pirates she had befriended, and of the very much needed transportation they could provide them. He nodded, willing to set aside his distrust and even dislike of pirates and piracy in favor of making sure they got where they needed to go. Times were hard and their need was great. Now was not the time for moral uppishness. "Let us pray we can find them, then," he said with a nod. "The sooner we can secure transport out of here, the better. I know I need not say as much to you," he said with the slightest little ghost of a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. Of course she knew how badly they needed to be spirited away from this place. She was living this nightmare with him, after all.

When she gave him an opening to ask the questions he had swirling around in "You are a friend to him? To Prince Caelen?" he asked, assuming as much if Caelen had shared with her about him. Although... he did not feel worthy of any praise Caelen might have spoken about him. His question, though... The way he'd asked it, it was almost if he was asking more than what was only in his words. Who was she to him, really? And if she was not solely a friend, then... what else could she be? Something about the way she'd spoken about him had given Basch the impression that they were very close. Not that it was any of his business, but he wanted to understand his new ally just a little bit better. "You are an Archadian, I assume? Are they imprisoning their own now?" he asked, wondering if the Empire had finally lost its collective mind.

"We should follow that rat," Basch said, also seeing the dire rat make a quick getaway down a dark hallway. "Rats will go where there is water and food. It could mean a waterway or opening to the surface lies in that direction." As they walked and the woman tried to decide upon aliases for them, Basch nodded. "Aye, it could be, well enough. I've no issue taking that name," he said. Gywndor. It seemed so foreign to him, but his own name was already gone, and the necessity of not being recognized by anyone was too great to hold onto who he'd once been.

When she said that news of his treachery may have reached far beyond Dalmasca, Basch's heart dropped. Strange, that he should accept his fate while simultaneously being still so hurt by it. Hearing that Marquis Ondore, a dear friend of King Raminas and someone Ashelia regarded as a kind of uncle, had spread the lie of Basch's guilt... was even more hurtful. "So he has turned against the princess, then?" he asked, but the woman was quick to say she did not think Ondore was in league with the Empire. Basch chose to assume, then, that at best he might be working with the Resistance, and at worst, trying simply to protect Bhujerba and not attract Archadia's wrath.

"I see," he said to all of what she'd said. He sighed, as if to free himself of speculation and worry and instead return to reality. "It matters not what becomes of my name, my reputation, or even my life so far as I am able to make it back to the Lady Ashe and can aid her in the regaining of her birthright." Or at least, what should have been her birthright, if Dalmasca had queens. Someday, Basch hoped Dalmasca would have a queen. "I assume... that Caelen still has no intention of claiming his own birthright?" Basch asked. If, suddenly, Caelen did want to emerge as the rightful heir of Dalmasca, that would of course he his prerogative. But if not, then Ashelia would have to take up that mantle.

#disillusionedjudge #main muse: basch #{ for dalmasca } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #oc muse: munoh #{ the darker corners of ivalice } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ⁻ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵉᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ #{so i threw in a lot of my own headcanons about the occuria}#{and their role in keeping the balance and guiding humans to do certain things}#{and decided hey... we're already in an au with gylfie here}#{what if munoh changed the course of history by helping them?}#{just a fun idea i had while thinking of how to help gylfie with the light issue haha}

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starcchild · 1 year ago

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((psst I'm gonna be spending the night over at @disillusionedjudge! I don't think I'll be on long since I'm pretty tired, but I have a lot of muse for Gylfie rn sdgfhkjd

#ground control (ooc)#((I think it's safe to say ffx.ii has become my new hyperfixation sdgfjkhds))#((also Carter is pretty quiet atm but I'm sure that won't last long))

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thenexusofsouls · 9 months ago

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"I... do not understand," Gylfie said after a few minutes of silence - having been both fascinated and utterly baffled by the... movie the Avenger had been watching. She'd gathered enough that it was fictious, with talk of bringing these dinosaurs back to life through technology or experimentation or whatever it was, but--

"Do you not have tyrants across this continent?" She turned her attention to them and from the screen - her confusion clear across her face. As much as she had enjoyed messing around with them regarding their fiction - such as claiming Uruk-hai existed in Ivalice because they would never know if she was telling the truth or not - this was something she was not attempting to fabricate. "There were several species across Ivalice alone. Mayhap not to that size, but there were exceptions. Is this movie taking inspiration from them?"

(( @disillusionedjudge for Tony, Nat, or Clint! I was gonna have Gylfie say something wholly incorrect to mess with them, but I realized it could be funnier with the saurian/dinosaur miscommunication dskhjdsf))

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At her first question, Tony turned to look at her from where he sat lounging in one of the chairs, a fairly large screen before them projecting Jurassic Park back at them. It had been his idea to do a fun little thing with Gylfie, and he'd chosen this movie because he needed to fill a gap in Romanoff's culture. It simply was not okay that she hadn't seen this movie yet. Neither had Gylfie, but she got a free pass for... being five thousand years old and all. "Tyrants? On this continent? Hmm... I guess that depends on who wins the next election."

Natasha hit his leg with the back of her hand from where she was quite comfortable on a nearby couch, causing it to fall off his other and stomp onto the floor.

"Am. I. Lying?" Tony asked in a serious if not also animated fashion.

"No, but we're trying to relax here, don't bring politics into this," Nat said.

"Yeah, sorry, you're right," he said. But as Gylfie went on to explain that there were several species in her home world of Ivailce, Tony's brow furrowed. "Species? Of... of tyrants? You mean dinosaurs? You guys had dinosaurs in your time?" he asked, suddenly turning into a little boy at the prospect. "Couldn't be. Never happen. You're only five thousand years old, dinosaurs went extinct way before that."

"He's about to nerd out on you so hard, I hope you're ready for that," Nat said with a little smirk.

"Well, it's dinosaurs!" Tony said, maintaining his boyish energy. "Can you imagine them and people existing side by side?! Only five millennia ago?! This blows our whole theory of evolution and concept human history completely out of the water!"

"Told you," Nat said, smiling at Gylfie.

"Oh come on, you can't tell me that isn't exciting!" Tony said.

Nat merely kept right on smirking, content to let Tony be all the science nerd she knew he could be.

"No, we definitely don't have dinosaurs in our time. The current running theory is that the last of them went extinct some sixty-six million years ago. Million... years. Are you sure you had them in your time? You're not just pulling our legs here?" Tony asked, really wanting to know. He knew the science community would pass out if they heard what Gylfie'd just said.

#disillusionedjudge #muse: tony stark #muse: natasha romanoff #{clint's so quiet rn but have the other two heh}

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midgesrphub · 6 months ago

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rules

All my blogs will get dark, and some will be suggestive/nsft at times! Each blog will contain their own cw/tw in the muse bio page, but some topics that can be found across them are: death; violence; trauma; abuse; and war.

No godmodding.

20+ muns only. I, myself, am 21+, and feel comfortable rping with those who are, at least, 20 years old.

The majority of my muses are 21+ as well. I do reblog nsft memes/posts, and anything nsft will be tagged as 'nsft'.

if it's smut or heavily suggestive, it will be put under a read more and labeled as mature.

I will not rp anything sexual with Eight (ofmonstrs), Zargabaath (lightinxthedark), Myra (guest muse on disillusionedjudge), or Indala (lightinxthedark).

I will not rp anything sexual with anons

I will do my best to tag triggers accordingly, and please do not hesitate to tell me if I’ve missed a tag or if you’d like me to start tagging something! All triggers will be tagged as ’#[trigger] tw’, ex: 'death tw'.

I am semi-selective and mutuals only, so please don't ask me to become mutuals. I also do not require anyone to follow my hub to be considered a mutual - if I follow you and you follow at least one of my blogs, that's good enough for me! This blog is mainly for my sanity, tbh. Also, if you want to stop being mutuals or don't want me following you, please block me! You also owe me zero explanation - rping is all for fun, so you do what makes you happy!

There isn’t a time limit on open starters or ask memes! With ask memes, I just ask that you send in the full thing, and not just the symbol and/or word prompt, just so that way I know what it’s asking. You’re also more than welcome to request specific verses and/or plot(s) when sending in an ask, replying to an ask, or replying to something in general! With that said, I reblog ask memes to this blog, but please do not use my blog as a resource! I don't want my notes to get slammed, and I will block anyone who treats me as such.

I’m always 100% down to create private verses/new aus! If that interests you, please feel free to let me know and I can create a tag to get the ball rolling!

I am more than willing to do pre-existing relationships with both canon and oc characters!

I will not rp incestual relationships or underaged relationships.

My blogs are for fun! There is absolutely no pressure or time constraints to reply to threads, so please take however long you need! And in the same vein, I am going to be slow myself, so please don’t pressure me for replies either! And if you ever need/want to drop threads, go for it!

I personally enjoy writing longer replies, but I won’t say no to shorter threads! I just ask that you try to somewhat match my length, and I’ll do the same in return! For example, if I give a multi-para response and I get a sentence or two in return, it’s… not fun and it’ll kill my muse pretty quick.

I do not require icons, gifs, or images to be used in replies! I personally won't be using any.

I will be writing open starters in small text, but you are not required to match it! Overall, I tend to match text size to my partner’s, so the extent of my formatting can go from small text with bolded and/or italicized words, or regular-sized text with bolded and/or italicized words.

Also, while not a rule, one thing you should know is that I swear and several of my muses swear as well! Swearing will be present across most, if not all, of my blogs both in and out of character, but I am willing to avoid using swears in threads if that's more comfortable for you! Just remember they will appear overall.

#((nothing's changed from before btw! so if you've read my rules already you don't need to worry about rereading them unless you want to!))#((please feel free to ask me if you have any questions!))#((also posting this here to link on all my other blogs so it's in one place and easy to update if necessary))

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thiscrimsonsoul · 10 months ago

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Although cautious with the... Avengers, as they so called themselves, Gylfie was rather curious. They were an odd bunch, to say the least, and certainly not a group she would willingly send out into combat unless utterly desperate and out of options. They worked poorly together, despite seemingly getting along on the surface, and she didn't understand. There was no question they were strong, both as individuals and as a team (when they bothered to work as one), but their undisciplined manner was both abhorrent and terrifying.

Still, as individuals, she was willing to learn more about them, especially if she was thoroughly stuck with them. She struck up small conversations here and there, though seemed more interested in watching than getting involved. Mayhap coming across as rather standoffish, though she saw little reason to be friendly when she was still getting to know them. Cordial, of course, but not overly so. One in particular, however, had rather caught her attention.

It was Wanda's magick that had caught Gylfie's attention, as she had not seen anything like it before. It was... different than the spells she had studied or heard of, and didn't seem to fit into a type she recognized. It had to be arcane or black, if she had to reckon, though... not quite it, either. But the woman was a natural, and soon enough, Gylfie's curiosity became too much to tuck away.

"You are quite powerful," she complimented as she approached Wanda after the woman's training had come to an end. Having already been in the gym practicing with a dagger not unlike the one she used to carry, back in her time, thanks to Stark, but one that... no longer felt good to use. "If you mind not my asking, but what magick are you using? I have not seen the likes of it before."

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Wanda spent her days almost always feeling overstimulated and with her social battery at zero. It had been such a shock, to see Sokovia destroyed, to lose Pietro, and then to relocate to a foreign country, only to be placed on the very team of people she'd, until recently, been fighting against. There were so many of them, they were all so different, and they were all so... lively. They talked too much, did too much. They constantly fluttered around her, checked up on her, and gave her advice. Wanda knew they meant well, most of them, but... it was too much all at once. She felt so numb. So tired.

Her grief for Pietro and for her home weighed so heavy upon her that half the time she didn't want to get out of bed, much less train to be an Avenger. Nevertheless, she didn't have a lot of options. With Hydra's experiments having completely magnified her previously subtle abilities into something frightening and poorly understood - even by her - Wanda knew there weren't many places she could go or people who would accept her. No, the Avengers were her keepers now, even if they tried to be her friends. Perhaps in time, she'd feel differently, but right now... she just wanted her brother back.

And then... the Ivalicians came. Slowly, one or two at a time, they trickled in, filling up whatever empty rooms the compound had. Previously quiet halls and lounges were not almost always filled with people, and Wanda found her own room was the only place she could have any peace and quiet.

Basch seemed nice enough, but Ashelia was a little intense for her, and Basch was almost always with her. Drace was oddly intimidating and Wanda tended to avoid her. Sometimes about the way she carried herself reminded Wanda all too much of the soldiers that used to think they ran Novi Grad. And Noah... was a strange one. His energy was volatile and angry, and his magic was in constant odds with her own. Whenever they were close together during a meeting or briefing, Wanda felt herself unsettled and antsy, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. So... she avoided him too.

She didn't know much at all about Gylfie, or Ynarra as she seemed to prefer to be called, for she was one of the more recent additions. Wanda understood that these people came from a different time, and yet she had no frame of reference to understand exactly what it was they were all going through. Having little to no reserve or extra energy to offer in consolation to them, Wanda tended to steer clear. It wasn't until she'd finished a training session with Steve and Ynarra happened to be present that she found herself suddenly forced to interact.

Wanda drew her hands into her long sleeves as Ynarra spoke. "So I'm told," she said quietly in response to being called powerful. She didn't know what the other meant by type of magic. Magic was just... magic, wasn't it? She didn't remember hearing Thor talk about types of magic before. Unfortunately no one else there had been capable of any magic before the Ivalicians arrived and Thor had left shortly after the Battle of Sokovia, and so Wanda hadn't had much opportunity to ask anyone about where her powers fit into the grand scheme of things. Was what she could do... even magic at all? Ynarra seemed to think so.

"I'm... not sure I even think of it as magic. It's an extension of myself, that's all," Wanda said, hating how fragile her voice sounded from lack of use. "I um... was born with some of it. It runs in my family, with the women, anyway. Although my... my brother could do things too, but our mother always thought that was because we shared a womb. We're twins." She caught herself. "W-... were... twins."

She awkwardly pushed her hair behind one ear. "Um... but it didn't get like this until after the experiments." Wanda lifted a hand and effortlessly let little red wisps emerge and dance with smooth motions around her fingers as she moved them slowly. "I was experimented on... using a um... a stone. It was very powerful and emitted light and energy, and... they would put us, the test subjects, in the same room with it to see what exposure to it would do to us. M-my brother's already unusual speed and strength became even more so, and my... few little things I could do with my mind became more pronounced. And whatever this is emerged..." She looked at the red wisps around her fingers.

Suddenly shy about it, Wanda closed her hand, extinguishing the red wisps, and drew her hand back into her sleeve, folding her arms insecurely. "It just feels like... me. Like I said, an extension of myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't really answer your question. I'm still trying to understand it myself, I guess." But that begged the question as to why Ynarra was even asking. "Can you... do things like I can?" she asked, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

#disillusionedjudge #wanda rp #{i just realized that gylfie hearing this might think wanda was exposed to nethicite lol}

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