#idealhost

[song-of-flame-xiv]

@idealhost generated a kiss! (For Xadai)

24. A sleepy kiss

"'m not tired."

The statement was in protest to an unasked, unsaid statement. Xadai sat on his old hand-me-down couch, leaned back, arms folded over his chest. He spoke to the other figure with a distinct slur to his speech, indicating that he was, in fact, tired.

Still, he chose to stay awake for as long as possible. He'd go days without sleep if it meant spending more time with her. He learned that time was precious - there was no telling when she'd be dragged away to save the world again.

He shifts, uncrossing his arms to wrap one around her shoulders. Xadai leans to the side slightly, carefully pressing his lips to the top of her head, between her ears.

"...Don't wanna go t' bed yet.." He mumbles, unable to resist resting his head atop hers. Giant lizard boyfriend will certainly not complain about, nor resist the urge to steal some of her body heat.

[jaesaja]

and what, pray tell, was this creature supposed to be? a spirit? or some sort of humanoid feline? jae had enough sense not to engage, at least not directly, but the fact that he was curious at all stirred him. it was such an ancient feeling, and not always a good one. he needn't become involved, he knew that, but these lands were foreign, and while he had met many a strange being in his lifetime, for some reason his legs carried him forward anyhow. crossing over into the mortal plane, from spirit to flesh, burgundy eyes glinted under an overgrown dark fringe. for a second, he took solace in the moon, full and incandescent overhead before his line of sight lowered, resting on @idealhost.

‘ you a spirit. . . ? ’

[nymeianthreads]

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? & 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? / for l'chai !!

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take (best, worst, most likely)? What would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? & 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? / for arabuccha !!

putting this under a cut because wow sorry some of these answers got AWAY from me lol........................anyway thank u so much for asking and letting me yap!! you chose rly good questions for both of them...................

for l'chai!

4. what is his size and build? how does it influence how they use their body, if it does?: l'chai's build is fairly average. he still has some muscle leftover from when he spent more time actively questing, and baking unironically takes a lot of strength as well, but he's softened a lot over the years. on top of that. he likes to keep mostly in shape just in the case of emergencies, but at the moment he's found his peace in rolling and munching cinnamon buns LOL. he's fairly tall for a mi'qote, just like his twin sister.

14. what do they care deeply about? what kind of loyalties/commitments/moral codes/life philosiphies/callings/spriitualities/faiths to they have? how do they tend to be expressed?: this is probably going to get very long so bear with me!!! i've thought a LOT about this with chai over the years, it's a lot of the driving force behind my motivations for him as a character! first of all, most simply, l'chai is fiercely loyal. to a fault. for brief context i'll introduce some basic lore and his twin sister as well, sahja jawaal. they were separated in their youth by a forest fire in the shroud, a case of angry elementals. in their separation, she becomes the warrior of light. he finds her in ishgard, because he's a well-renowned fortune teller. specifically, he was taken in by an elder of his little clan or whatever they're called i'm blanking rn, l'kahmuli. she saw his potential for divinatory magics and basically raised her himself, teaching him a localized tradition of divination and spirituality. he's really good! and he knows damn well his sister isn't dead. still kinda fucks him up, but it's a subgoal of his to find her as he journeys the world.

he's curious to learn more about everyone he can see, and more than happy to share his talents with people. he LOVES people! he would do anything to make sure his loved ones are happy, and sometimes the loved ones are just the dudes he sees on the street. he cares deeply about serving others — not in a self deprecatory way. he knows his own worth as well. he doesn't necessarily put himself beneath others, but he's dedicated to giving people all the legs up he can. he was a healer for a long time, too; it's a part of why he gravitated so strongly to ishgardian astrology when he was offered the opportunity to learn. he's very self aware of his own calling, which is in a lot of ways simply to help others. most of the time, it's a simple enough matter. most daily frustrations are easily cured with a tasty treat or a few kind words. but chai sees everything — it's easy for him to pierce through the masks people wear, and his echo is extremely sensitive on top of it. a large part of why he's so able to help is because of how intimately he can see through people. his dreams are often also helpful in some ways in this regard, arguably to chai's own detriment. sometimes, chai almost breaks under the weight of knowing so much, but it's equally as much why he takes his place in life so seriously. not many people can handle what he does, but he can, and he thrives.

he places a lot of faith on a lot of the things many eorzeans do, such as the lifestream, the twelve (at least originally — l'chai has a lot of...complicated feelings post the aglaia raid questlines. that's not to say he's UNfaithful now, but...it's one of the few things to shake him to his core, we'll say). the people, as mentioned, especially his sister and the rest of their party. he places more emphasis than others might on fate and on the internal spirit of someone, especially after the developments of shadowbringers. at the end of the day, i'd distill it all down to a deep faith in love for the people. hydaelyn struck a deep chord with him for this reason, so he also clings to her dearly. l'chai is also, in general, probably more spiritual than the average eorzean, in terms of superstitions. i believe he also has a few he carries specifically from the l' clan, but i don't know anything in specific off the top of my head. and to be clear, with regards to his divination, chai is not under the impression that things are unchangeable; he knows many things about the future are malleable (i mean hell he has a bad end au where he becomes a sort of reaper after trying and failing to bring sahja back from the dead), but he believes that certain things he sees are not, like things that nag at him incessantly.. ouhh i could probably keep going but ill stop there sorry

tldr chai is driven by love, very superstitious, very loyal. has a very high moral code, but at the end of the day boils down to "do more good than harm". it shows itself in how giving he is, and how empathetic.

for arabuccha!

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take (best, worst, most likely)? What would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?: this question to arabuccha is so funny to me because i really do go back and forth and back and forth. i started developing arabuccha around when dawntrail was gearing for release, and my initial plots for him back then were....so different lmao. they're such a chameleon because while chai is my exploration in what it's like TO prophesize etc, arabuccha is very much so the opposite side of the coin.

he's a mol, and while i'm still working out what exactly was said by telumun when he was young, but especially among the mol — not exactly known for their strength, collectively — they are a bit of an anomaly. and it's a reputation that follows arabuccha in the way the other kids whisper about them in their youth. i don't think there was malintent, there, but he's heard he's supposedly been walking a tightrope for as long as he can remember. i think he and everyone else assumes one day he's going to eat himself alive with his magic, and that's certainly not off the table.

but ironically, i think that would mostly begin to happen in a universe where he becomes a bit kinder, for some reason or another. he's a black mage, and he has ties to the void; he's smart enough to be careful with it for his own sake. i could, though, see a timeline where in his newly renewed dedication to save the day or whatnot he becomes being more aggressive and less careful in the way he allows the voidsent to borrow his body, prompting a slow transformation not unlike the ones you see with the light-infused creatures of shadowbringers, just sort of reversed. (ironically, speaking of, i feel like if you were to douse arabuccha with light aether like that you'd essentially be nerfing him, but to his benefit with a more stable balance of aetheric energies inside. just a small note but sorry shb was just Peak so i think ab it a lot).

worst...i kind of struggle to think about? not in a weird way, but just because i'm still narrowing down his like motivations yk, but it's easy to see arabuccha just...never really growing beyond the way others percieve him as 'monster' because if at the end of the day that's all they see, what's the point? he's barely opened his mouth before people are making judgements — in the steppe, the mol tribe is small enough that everyone knows him. and then their body begins changing, their tail growing, more scales sprouting, claws lengthening, fangs barely staying in their mouth and it's impossible to ignore the stares. why push himself to be better when everyone expects otherwise? when he's so isolated the only thing that makes him feel alive is another discovery, another breakthrough? part of him knows he could use his studies and his magic for a lot of good, but for the most part it's hard for him to bring himself to care for a world that's just as happy to chew him up too. so in a way that calm worst end is probably the most likely too, where he just kind of wanders the world as a general like. like it's not like he's causing pain just to cause pain or anything, but he becomes a very dog eat dog douchebag over time.

i could see also like a "worst" end where he finds something that could cure/rid him of this. and while ultimately i think in his main timeline he would never take that, prefers being like this not in a weird selfish way but in a he's come to love himself despite everything way, but maybe in this timeline he's less at peace. maybe he hurt someone deeply once and he can't forgive himself for it. maybe he's trying to steal that light for himself at all costs, just for a sense of normality. maybe there's the warrior of light in play and he's after their ass for their light aether idk...very interesting to think ab thou

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?: he actually has.....SO many pet peeves it's hilarious. he spills water on the page on accident? day ruined. his tea gets a little too cold? ruined. hes stuck behind someone walking way too slow? day ruined. debating simply Stepping Over this lalafell. but i think he doesn't even realize like. while there aren't near as many, there's quite a few just as minute things that elate him very deeply as well. seeing his favorite flowers, finding feathers to keep on the ground, when his tea is Just The Right Temperature. arabuccha thinks of themself as very negative, but in an ideal world more accurately i'd call them very moodswingy eiudhiuasd. he finds the book he's been hunting for????? literally anything bad could happen that day and he's still out there grinning from horn to horn. he really likes when he wakes up and gets a good start to the day — with little difficulties in breakfast, travelling, dressing, etc, after a night with no nightmares. somehow it's very hard to bother him on those days sometimes.

[bloodlcrd]

@idealhost asked: ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ━━ prompted.

       ❛ oh~?  is  that  fear  i  hear  in  your  voice,  miss  paranormal  investigator? ❜  the  eldritch  entity  spoke  in  a  calm  yet  mocking  tone.  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  his  mere  presence  induced  fear  in  others,  and  even  though  he  should  be  used  to  it,  he  still  found  it  amusing  each  time  it  occured.  no  matter  how  hard  they  tried  to  hide  it,  in  the  end,  their  own  body  would  betray  them.  a  shaky  voice,  increased  heart  rate,  dilated  pupils  ...  he  knew.  ❛ weren't  you  sent  to  get  rid  of  me?  sorry  to  disappoint,  but  i'm  not  going  anywhere. ❜  if  he  were  a  lost  spirit  or  a  mere  demon,  things  would  look  differently.  ❛ now,  let's  not  be  so  hostile,  shall  we?  i  don't  want  you  to  get  hurt,  sweetie. ❜

[nazorneku]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄?

tagged by: @entides tagging: @scarletrotted , @idealhost , @fractempyreal (does he even have one? be honest with me now) , @hundredsmelt , @aegirborne , @myriadventurers (bnuuy) , @box-of-characters (Takumi obv) , @xkuja , @ultimateutopia (Edgar, Terra) , @valiantseeker , @sacredflorist , @songcursed , @soulgathered (Mel, Zag, Mae) and whomst else want

when they are working see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are in their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, and relying on the skills they earned. this is when your heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

when they don't see you you love them and you're not sure they know. but that's okay. you're used to loving more than you are loved. you give more than is given. and maybe others don't understand but you don't expect more. you tell yourself the love in your heart is not meant to be savored by anyone other than you. it's more than enough to get to exist at the same time as them. you stand in their shadow and you thank the sun for casting it. they touch your arm but they do not feel the same warmth which lingers on your skin for days. you gaze at them and they might even be looking right back but they are not seeing into your soul the same way you have memorized theirs. it's enough you tell yourself. it's enough. it's enough. but what if it's not? and what if you're wrong. what if they see you and all this time you have been too scared to ask what they're looking at.

when they're sleeping it's not just the way they're at rest. it's that they're at rest with you. it's not just that they're safe but that they feel safe enough to let you see them like this. it's trust and it's intimacy. and you're not sure you're ready for them to see the emotions in your eyes right now. they've been through enough. you both have. sometimes it scares you just how much you love them. it terrifies you that you feel happy as they lay there, eyes closed and hair a little messy. their features twitch and you know they're dreaming and it scares you because if you fall asleep too you won't have a nightmare tonight. you'll dream of them. or nothing at all. and either way it will make you need them more. and you're not supposed to need anyone but it's them. you want to hold them in your arms and never let go. you want to protect them but you know they want to protect you too. this is the kind of love you long for and it's the kind which will hurt if you lose it. but here you are anyway. it's too late now. you're glad it's too late to go back.

when they're dancingㅤㅤㅤ you're not sure if they know you're there or not. you're not sure if it matters. you watch them sway to the music, watch as they twirl around and smile for no one but themselves. they're free and laughing. they're alive and vibrant. they're everything you might never be except when you're with them. so full of life it makes something in your chest tighten. there are frown lines at the corners of your mouth but your lips are smiling right now. rare. and often, only for them. they have light in their hearts and some days you fear the darkness in you might swallow it whole. but they'd never let you walk away. so make sure the darkness inside you keeps all the other monsters away from their tender heart.

when they're already watching youㅤㅤ you know. you always know when they're looking and especially when they're not. you feel their eyes on you and at first you just feel it. you pretend not to notice and you smile to yourself. it's warm. and maybe it's foolish and cliche but there are butterflies in your stomach and that's the feeling you want to hold onto. so you do. you count the appropriate amount of seconds which feel like minutes. then you lift your own eyes and meet theirs and those butterflies turn into fireworks. they see you and you see them. and there is nothing more comforting and exhilarating as that.

[tewwor]

what's your literary archetype  — quiz link .

the siren. this archetype is one of the most misunderstood and misrepresented in my opinion, which i assume fits with you nicely. people see you as some cold and awful person, seducing others only to discard them when you get bored. in reality, you probably didn’t have a lot of control over your life before, did you? this is the same case as the ruler, both lacking in power and autonomy. the difference between you and the ruler, however, is that you only care about reclaiming that power for yourself. you also seek the feeling of being wanted, truly and wholly, and this quest seems never ending. try your best to avoid putting yourself into horrible situations just for a brief moment of respite from the loneliness.

tagged by: @idealhost ( thank you!! )

tagging: @brokenmagxc @harerazor ( you know who ) @goldcnpeaks @ceram1cs + YOU

[deathsmaidens]

✧˖° ⠀ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄?

when they're working

see this is what you love most.  their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them.  whether they are a fighter or a healer.  whether they are full of grace and gentle poise,  or brute strength and wild energy,  you love them when they are at their purest form.  raw and unfettered.  unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear.  when they are just them,  trusting their instincts,  using their experience,  relying on the skills they earned.  this is when you heart swells with pride.  and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry,  appreciative kiss.  or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

tagged by, @fightsem . ♡

tagging, @artisaen . @nokrysalis . @nprescott . @starspurn . @vulpesse . @volonata . @idealhost . @defyiing . @moonsworn + anyone who sees this !! ♡

[milesducemdominus]

@idealhost || 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝔻 for a 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ

"You've been busy - - I do hope you'll forgive me for not writing as I had promised to. I knew not where to send the letter itself and didn't wish to offer distraction to your freedom." Aymeric's tone was as soft as it always had been, his expression holding the same kind smile in which he had always worn - his eyes were weary, his posture slightly slouched, but he was yet himself, though the will of Halone.

"Estinien did grace me with a letter, however... if one could call a few sentences such. He mentioned you'd gone as far as Tulliyolal?" Aymeric couldn't hope to imagine what such places were like, so far beyond the line of his comprehension. Ishard had to yet hold his attention, the rebuild and restructuring heading onward into brighter years but very much in its infancy just yet. Every step was tentative.

[song-of-flame-xiv]

@idealhost liked for a Valentine's Day starter!

The restaurant was busy tonight, but of course Xadai had been smart enough to make their reservation ahead of time. He had sent her a message to meet him at a certain time - but of course his luck was shit. He was about ten minutes late, which meant she was likely sitting alone for a little while.

So, Xadai was more than a little frazzled when he stooped through the doors, an unhappy frown on his face as his eyes search the tables for her - only for his frown to deepen into a scowl when he takes note of another figure sitting at the table with her. In HIS chair.

It was obvious that the guy was trying to flirt with her. It was Valentione's Day, after all, and he was probably single and trying to score. Too bad, so sad.

"-he obviously stood ya up, why don't we ditch this lame joint for somewhere a bit more qu-"

The words are cut off with a gag when a scaled hand grabs him by the back of his shirt and yanks him up and out of the chair. Others around them gasp as Xadai tosses the man aside, glaring daggers at him.

"You're in my chair, punk. Beat it." Comes Xadai's growling voice, before he abruptly turns and sits down in the chair across from Kehda. Paying no more attention to the stunned man, he glances at her, and his brows furrow upward into a less-hard expression.

"...Sorry I'm late. Something came up." Will he elaborate? No. More likely that he simply couldn't, judging from the tension in his features.

[echoes-reaper-xiv]

XADAI DOSSIER

BASICS:

Name: Xadai Kazarishi (Malaguld) Birthday: 5th Sun of the 11th Astral Moon (Nov. 5th) Star Sign: Scorpio Voice Claim: Chris Parson (as Gladio) Theme: "Devil Trigger" Devil May Cry 5 (Metal Cover by Little V Mills) Sexuality: Demiromantic, Pansexual. Preference for feminine qualities.

BACKGROUND:

Job: Gunbreaker, Reaper Hobbies: Woodworking, long walks Reputation: High rank assassin in the Order of Echoes. Not well known overall. Family: Kura Ittetsuai (fiance, deceased) , Parents assumed alive. Birthplace: Sui-no-Sato, Othard Relationship Status: Single (verse dependent) Current Residence: Small apartment in Ishgard

PHYSICAL:

Race: Au Ra (Raen) Age: 28 (ARR) - 33 (DT) Height: 7'7" Weight: ~290lbs Hair: Blonde, usually tied into a thin braid Details: Right arm will occasionally transform with voidsent qualities, turning skin black with bright red veins showing through. This is a side effect of the void pact he made as a reaper.

PSYCHOLOGICAL:

Positive Traits: Honest, Protective, Strong Neutral Traits: Good cook, Curious Negative Traits: Pessimistic, Secretive, Hot-headed Moral Alignment: True Neutral Likes: Quiet evenings, his apartment fireplace, whittling Dislikes: Nosey people, cold weather Fears / Phobias: "Silence", small spaces, loss of loved ones Mental Status: PTSD, Depression Habits: Smoking, Drinking

PLOT HOOKS:

(plot hooks tba)

LORE: (Character spoilers ahead!)

Born underneath the ocean in Sui-no-Sato, Xadai led a secluded life. He harbored a curious nature as a child, and longed to explore beyond the safe little bubble that his parents insisted he stay in. If anything, his curiosity only increased the more they ordered him to stay. Despite this, he stayed in his home until he was sixteen years old.

Another teenager around his age dared him to go further than he had ever explored before, and being as stubborn as he is, Xadai didn't hesitate to prove his bravery. However, on his excursion, Xadai was swept away by a powerful underwater current, and was taken to the shores of the Azim Steppe. There, he was found and taken in by the Malaguld tribe, who accepted Raen into their fold.

He stayed only for a few years, leaving shortly before his 20th birthday to continue to sate his curious nature and travel the lands on his own accord. However, it wasn't long before he stumbled into the Doman regions, where he would stay for a good several years. Here, he met a Raen woman named Kura, after saving her life as their paths met. It was practically love at first sight for them, and even though her rich merchant father disapproved, Kura and Xadai were quick to become close and then romantically involved.

They dated in secret for three years, before Xadai finally gathered the courage to propose to her. At first there was some resistance from her parents, but they eventually caved, knowing that it was Xadai who made her truly happy.

Their happiness, however, was not long for the world. Hardly a season after their engagement was announced, Xadai returned home one evening to find Kura brutally murdered. Xadai was framed for the murder, and just barely managed to escape with his life.

He spent the following several months in hiding, and learning of who was truly responsible for her death. He traced it down to a small group of wannabe assassins, and Xadai hunted them down to the last, killing each of them in just a brutal fashion as they had done to Kura. This act earned the attention of a Miqo'te man by the name of Silence, who ran a rival assassins guild. Contacting Xadai, he convinced the Raen to join the Echoes, seeking to put the broken man to work with a purpose...

SHIPS:

;Show me how to be Whole again. (Xadai x Julian) @ethereal-jule ;Does it make you wanna pick up all your things And drive away like it's stolen? (Xadai x Kehda) @idealhost ;'Cause I can feel how your flesh now is crying out for more. (Xadai x Rothalion) @draikoeques

[nymeianthreads]

@idealhost liked for a starter from arabuccha.

naturally, arabuccha knew who kheda was. she's quite storied, and arabuccha likes to listen. he can't be certain, but he thinks she's heard of him too. even if they didn't frequent the same sharlayan halls often, word travels fast in hidden places if you look for it. he knows they both tread the same crossroads of that liminality, even if they don't walk the same roads — the dying and the living, he means. the taking versus the being took. it's not a difficult road to see across, and...well, arabuccha's quite hard to miss, besides, swallowed in chimera.

still, he wasn't expecting to run into her face to face anytime soon. truthfully, he was only in and out of sharlayan. he's not sure if she often spends her time here, either. he always likes to pick peoples' brains, see what he can uncover. you can learn a lot from others. truthfully, he loathes the food at the last stand, but today was worth it at least. they cock a grin, tail eagerly swinging across the floor.

"why, i don't believe my eyes." he says, lucky enough to be at a seat near enough to where she seems to be waiting to order. he briefly taps his claws on his table, self-satisfied. "just when i thought my study trip might end a bit empty-handed i run into kheda amariyo, savior of the realm...newfound leader in studies of the void, if i'm correct?" of course he is. "arabuccha mol, pleased to make your acquaintance in proper fashion." his tone is even, but not unkind — eyes narrowed in curiosity for once, rather than anything else.

[nazorneku]

what's your literary archetype 

the ruler you probably grew up in an environment where everything was policed, you had almost no control over your own life. now, you need to be in constant control, lest those feelings of helplessness return. however, the ruler is the most easily corrupted of the archetypes, remember that. you might find yourself not only wanting control over your own life, but the lives of others. that in itself is not a bad thing, so long as you’re benevolent and kind, but it’s easy to be tipped a bit too far into your desires. in the same vein, don’t shoulder all of your responsibility alone. while it is ultimately their decision to make, a ruler also has a circle of advisors around them.

the rebel you were probably made painfully aware of the reality of the world at an early age. this might have left you a bit jaded, but it mostly has made you angry. why do things have to be this way? is there really no way to change things, or are people just afraid to do so? you’re very stubborn and determined, sometimes too stubborn for your own good. don’t forget that your way isn’t the only way, be open to discussion. your heart’s in the right place though, and i admire your spirit. the world always needs more people like you, that’s how the course of history keeps on rolling. remember, even small changes can do so much for the lives of others.

the magician well, arent you detached from reality. i dont mean in a delusional sense, i mean you purposefully distance yourself from everything and everyone. you have people you’re close to, of course, but they’re always kept at arms length. you’re incredibly driven though, achieving your goals is extremely important to you. you feel trapped in the life you have now, it’s not enough for you. you need more, always more. you are so hungry, and if you’re not careful, you’ll only end up consuming yourself.

the caregiver you've spent so long taking care of others, you don't know what to do with yourself if you aren't. you probably suck at taking care of yourself though, maybe you feel like you aren't worthy or deserving. but deep down, i know you wish to be cared for too. you want someone to show you that you are worth even just half the effort you put into caring for other people. dont neglect yourself.

tagged by: @idealhost tagging: @cyrossi , @scarletrotted , @epokhas , @aegirborne , @hundredsmelt , @chasersglow , @astralrings , @elpisbloomed , @sacredflorist , gonna avoid double ping, but feel free to loot this one as well

[deathsmaidens]

aesthetics :  colour edition .

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ] ⠀ cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐃 ] ⠀ wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

[ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 ] ⠀ community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / fruity flavors / mist on produce / cucumber water / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / windmills

[ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ] ⠀ marshy swamps / haunted graveyards / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grotto / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ] ⠀ crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / dust filled attics / empty theatres / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

[ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ⠀ crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

tagged by, @idealhost . ♡

tagging, @artisaen + @halothes . @nokrysalis . @ilstar . @vulpesse . @daemonry + @volonata . @starspurn . @chaieos . @halovien + @striador & you ! ♡

[song-of-flame-xiv]

"what do you think of chocolates?" kehda rolls a wrapped chocolate between her fingers, "you're welcome to the ones i have been gifted. i've no use for something i cannot even taste." they had been a gift from one of the more festive scions. no one should feel alone during valentione's, they had said. if only they knew that she wasn't always alone. / for xadai !!

"Depends on what kind they are." Xadai shrugs, seated comfortably with a certain Miqo'te sat at his side. He hadn't expected to spend Valentione's Day with anyone. He was almost certain that Kehda would be up to her eyeballs again in potential suitors bombarding her with gifts. He supposed he wasn't entirely wrong, though, and part of him felt amused that she would take a gift from someone else and opt instead to share it with him.

A heartbeat later, he continues, as a scarred, scaled hand plays idly with some of her hair:

"I'm partial to dark chocolate myself. Unless it's got caramel in it." He makes a face, his nose scrunching in distaste even at the thought of the sugary substance. "I guess I like my sweets, a little less sweet."

[tewwor]

bar's set in purgatory and he's limboing under it ( accepting ) — @idealhost

Pale moonlight quickly fades upon the encroachment of dark, swollen clouds. A weak rumble of thunder accompanies the pelt of sudden downpour. His eyes flutter shut at the first drop of rain. Round and fat with a biting chill, it smears a path down the apple of his cheek.

A storm unfurls above , but he isn’t afraid to take shelter under a nearby columbarium. 

Soon the drizzle forms into sheets to wash the land below. Unrelenting, cleansing, each droplet adds to a pool of distant memories. A time where a creaking voice and caking mud were of pesky concern. Further on to a time where his nails clawed at confines in a frenzied hurry under the cover of sudden cloudburst. 

Back when he first started truly living.

The only light within the sad plot of land is the red cherry of his cigarette; glowing and fading in intervals with each breath. Then comes a presence and he looks with lazy curiosity in his eyes. 

“What’s a person like you doing in a place like this late at night?” He asks by way of greeting, vocal chords grating from misuse and general neglect. Sarcasm, though incredibly light, salts his interest. "Can't imagine someone else being fine hanging with the dead."

[nazorneku]

aesthetics : colours edition

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea

𝐑𝐄𝐃 wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / fruity flavors / mist on produce / cucumber water / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / windmills

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 marshy swamps / haunted graveyards / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grotto / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / dust filled attics / empty theatres / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

tagged by: @valiantseeker tagging: @xkuja , @psychobind , @box-of-characters , @myriadventurers , @idealhost , @soulgathered , anyone else willing, just say i tagged you