#minarcana

[radiantencores]

“ leave me alone, you beast. “ zenos is… frustrated. her chains caught in a reef, taut and scraping at her skin and scales. she should be terrified of the orca circling her, preparing for death, but she doesn’t feel deeply enough to care either way. she’s starving - to be killed before dying of hunger might be a blessing.

troublesome, though. her green tail swishes. “ you’ve been following me for some time. ‘tis improper to play with food, and I’m toxic besides. “ // @minarcana

[soulgathered-archived]

secret files for emeeeeeeeeer

had she not married cú, emer would have been her father's successor in lugh's garden & would have taken the title of druid queen. forgall's entire idea was that he'd put his daughter in a position in which she could negotiate her own marriage ( preferably to someone who would not die young ) but well. that is not how the story goes. emer did not find out about this until she returned to the garden as a widow & her siblings told her.

send secret file for an unshared headcanon ( accepting ) // @minarcana .

[aetheryic]

@minarcana said: laurel attaching a tag that says IF LOST RETURN TO: LAUREL AINSLEY (HERO) onto zenos's necklace.

there's an undeniable tugging within his chest whenever laurel gets so very close to him, something he'd only grown used to in the heat of battle with her. pale blue eyes rise from the pink polish on her nails to her eyes, wordlessly allowing something to get attached to him. he reads it after - twice, just to make sure.

" hm. somehow i doubt a sign is needed to get the message across ... any sight of me and the locals will cry out for you. " he muses, but his fingers lift to feel the tag nonetheless. still warm from her hand. " regardless i will do my best not to become lost whilst i remain your property. "

[likemosaic]

@minarcana sent an ask : “i’m  dying  of  boredom.  —  or  maybe  just  dying.” laurel -> yotsuyu in their workin together verse. dramatics

the viceroy's face remains still as untouched water, even as laurel pushes herself beyond the limits of any mortal body should be capable of, all done in yotsuyu's defense. covered in blood and surrounded by enemies, it seems her brute's use may be close to finished. a shame, but what is yotsuyu to do about it? throw herself in front of a shinobi blade and be cut to pieces to show her devotion? hardly. yotsuyu will be damned by the kami before she dies at a doman's hands, before she wrings every ounce of misery out of the scrap of fabric that calls itself a country. when yotsuyu is finished, doma will be left scorched earth upon the map of the world, and only then will she lie down and die happily--though the assassins laurel fights would have it be sooner, they shall be sorely disappointed.

let the great beast of burden die of her own hubris, then. 'tis hardly yotsuyu's prerogative to care; she will need some other wild animal to guard her back, but is one not the same as the other? true, this one has been...more convenient, shall she say, than most. efficient, if not too pleased with herself at times, and surprisingly capable. it will be rather droll to replace her with some other, only to have to train it from an unruly pup to a guard dog. this one does not piss on the floor nor beg for scraps, at the least. she is more bearable than most, and that is as kind as yotsuyu will be.

yotsuyu turns her face away, where laurel can't see her expression, whatever it may show. uncertainty, perhaps.

"boring as it may be, clean up this mess," she commands haughtily, pipe held aloft in her hand, voice impassive. "i will be rather cross, if you die here and force my hand to seek your replacement. nor will lord zenos be pleased if you fail and i am struck dead. you will rather wish you were dead then, i should think."

[lcstkey]

@minarcana sent ❝ can’t believe you’re on your feet already. ❞ from rusi'a Last of Us Pt 2 Sentence Starters

"It's not as bad as everyone saying..." The young adventurer starts slowly, nervously, rubbing the back of her bandaged right ear until she catches the warning expression from Mother Miounne behind the counter. Flinching, she suddenly recalls one of the chirurgeons telling her that she isn't supposed to touch the back of that ear for a long while.

Eep. I think it wasn't that bad...It's too bad I can't remember how I even found my way back to the Canopy...

"The chirurgeons here in Gridania are greatly skilled healers, and I'd say they've earned their reputation in that regard. They were able to help me in time." She says more firmly, then adds, "I think some of the talk is exaggerated if not overly embellished."

[thancrxdwatxrs]

❛  where doth thou think'st thou art going?  ❜:/ from uri [[it feels like its been 45 years since i saw u online /j hello]]

𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. @minarcana

A smirk formed on his lips as he turned to face Urianger, his eyebrow raising slightly. "What does it look like?" he quipped back. "I'm going out. You are welcome to come along if you'd like. I think some fresh air might do you some good."

[whalefelled]

@minarcana continued from here

"It wasn't you, actually." Kore admitted warmly glancing between Urianger to where Thancred is now crouching with Ryne in the dirt.

Warmly she turns her gaze back towards Urianger. "He'd always spoke of you so fondly when I first joined the Scions," Kore recalled. She then rose her eyes to mimick Urianger's old goggles, "And I could hardly read you with those big old things you used to wear." She teased, a snorted laugh leaving her before she quieted herself.

She found it strange to hear Urianger refer to it as a frivolity. "I guess I assumed you two wouldn't want to waste more time," she explained, "but I know marriage isn't for everyone. Trust me, I used to be engaged." She leaned her shoulder into Urianger's to watch the three out ahead.

"I'm just happy to see you both happy." Rocking forward with some effort, the Warrior of Light rose, extending a hand to help the Astrologian up as well. "Let's go see what they're prodding at."

[marionmaverick]

@minarcana from here

Urianger knows that Calem is not the type of person to be kind to himself. Someone should be, though; he deserves this much. A gentle treatment. It seems that this was... not quite inevitable, but unsurprising to happen. Urianger is carefully holding Calem's jaw, leaning where their foreheads are touching.

He kisses Calem brief and soft, making it perfectly easy for the other to duck back if he wants to. Hardly more than the ghost of a gesture. Because how is he supposed to.... ? "Calem, my dear companion." He draws away a little, brushes his thumb over Calem's cheek. "I wisheth not to overstep my bounds, or thy comfort. But I wisheth as well to show thee this sort of affection. What is it that thy comfort may avail of me?" He is allowed to be so close, but still— is it too much if he asks for further? Already he wishes to kiss Calem again. He wants to see him blush, if...

Well, maybe that's getting ahead of himself.

___

Urianger was one of the people he trusted most. Probably the one who understood the most about him too. He was so much to Calem, though he didn't always understand it.

The kiss was still a surprise though. As soft and gentle as it was it left him breathless. He wasn't used to softness like that. He leans his cheek into Urianger's hand, lifting his own to keep it close.

The Elezen takes a step back and Calem's heart drops, he follows him, hands dropping only to snake around and up to be at Urianger's waist. Claws lightly tickling the bare skin, no attempt to hurt. He was more than a blade with the advisor.

"Would you do that again please?" He asked.

[aetherstorms]

“No, sor-ry, that’s really not a good look for you.” from ker (or laurel if you prefer modern times) to emet selch. bullying him. . . .

"Oh I'm sorry, did I ask?" Emet replied irritably before he shook his head. "As if you're one to talk regardless." Deviances in ones appearance in regards to clothing was frowned upon in most situations, but this was his hair and here Ker was commenting on it as if the opinion was warranted or needed! He huffed in annoyance.

[thescions]

"I agree with thee entirely, though I question if they methods are a slight too ostentatious...?" [from uri to moen]

"Did you forget who it was you're talking to, Urianger? Ostentatious is what I do best! Not all of us are content to be wallflowers, you know."

Oh, but it was good to see he was still the same introverted, riddle-mumbling fool she remembered from childhood. Still tucked away, albeit now with both a hood and those silly aether goggles. Well, she'd fix that! Now that they were working together again, she wouldn't let him retreat into his shell anymore.

"But if you have suggestions, I'm open to hearing them," she concluded. "...So long as you promise to do shots with me later!"

[radiantencores]

@minarcana sent: ❝ stay with me a while, will thou not? tomorrow will come all too soon. ❞ as nidhogg curls his tail around haurchefant's leg, all but tripping him backwards. on the morrow, haurchefant will have to return to his garrison for a scheduled someting-or-other, but the night is dangerous to travel in and could be spent better ways. their time is limited, take what most can be given. he pulls haurchefant into him, curling around the knight and mouthing kisses and bites along the side of his face, angle awkward but not enough to deter nidhogg. all has always been taken from him, may as well make the most of what he has when it's offered before him. guard it selfishly.

haurchefant, despite all the refined training of a knight, is clumsier after his injury. it doesn’t take much of the dragon’s pressure to make him stumble, but rather than worry — no, he’s laughing all over again. a chiming sound he doesn’t hide from his beloved, his eyes closing to savor each adorable kiss.

“ i see no harm waiting the night… and you know i won’t be gone but a few days. just two, if i can wrap things up quickly. then i shall return to your embrace as always~ ” he grins, barely managing to shift himself in nidhogg’s arms so it’s easier to kiss his nose. “ i can leave at daylight. wish i didn’t have to go, really. “ he takes a breath, his hand extending to cup nidhogg’s head. “ one day you should come with me. i would let no harm come to you, and certainly fight anyone who tried. “

[soulgathered-archived]

secret files secret files secret files for din owo

first is a cheat because I did kinda allude to it on din's old blog but under extremely rare circumstances dinadan can be summoned as an avenger ( turns out he really did not cope well with his death & he holds resentment towards the ideals of knights ) lancer din is aware of this fact & absolutely does his best to not let ✨ that ✨din ever be summoned.

... he will never admit this but he was afraid of bunnies for quite a while.

he named all his instruments ( his lyre is lynet, his lute is named Yvain & so on & on)

send secret file for an unshared headcanon ( accepting ) // @minarcana .

[aetheryic]

@minarcana / hi

they’ve never been close. ambrosia isn’t sure either of them know how, and she’s never faulted him for choosing those around him selectively. it failed with athena - quite spectacularly - only closing him off more. the younger shifts on her feet, unsure what exactly she feels after the events that unfolded. hesperos is recovering, erichthonios is back to his duties, all is apparently fine …

“ of course i feel sorry for her. she taught me everything i know, showed me the good she wanted to achieve. maybe i was manipulated, but i still feel. “

it’s difficult to wrap her head around. almost a lost cause. her eyes look down behind her mask. there’s much she can say, and even more she can’t. “ i feel sad for all of you. i feel … sad. “ something ambrosia knows her brother cannot fix, but she tells him all the same. “ i was useless in stopping this or warning you. a follower as lonely as her god, as it stands. i think something is wrong with me. “

[likemosaic]

⭐ hiii um hi yes,

send a " ⭐ " and i will list muses i would be interested in throwing at yours. / @minarcana

urianger and minfiliiiiia (said like activia) are so special to me. i've always liked their canon interaction and was sad that more didnt happen with it eventually :( please more content for couple of book besties

but also most of my ffxiv muses would know uri! carmilla, chiyo, & samarra (endwalker post patch spoilers on her page but they have text warnings around them, so you should be able to avoid them) all are scions so at the very least that man's their coworker. carmilla has valuable knowledge about the golmorran jungle & thavnair so at the very least, plus the issue of being possessed, so maybe an intellectual conversation?

i also shipped chiyo with thancred before i knew uricred existed so i find that deeply funny. shared custody of your twink with your friend. uri gets him on weekdays and chiyo gets weekends, like a divorce agreement for your kid. neither looks each other in the eye while they pass him back and forth.

PLEASE SHOW MINFI YOUR SMUTTY LITERATURE LAUREL SHE'S DYING HERE. SHE HAS ONE BOOK yes one book. she got it from an uldahn merchant, it was horrifically cheap, its so badly written. that merchant probably wrote it himself. help her she's a late twenties virgin and she'll die that way if thancred has any say

laurel you know who else thought she was a god and can still summon tsukiyomi if put through the proper channels? yotsuyu. fight fight fight kiss kiss

chiyo did the scholar quests in her wol canon, so she would love to um. respect aroro's personal space and definitely not give thousand kisses of death. (aroro's so cute. unbearable.)

samarra is a creepy voidsent posing as an ejinn who always does well in the naadam but is generally offputting, violent, and abhors clothes. so i'm saying tsolmon and esugen probably know her but it is a hella mixed bag on whether they'd like her. maybe they'd give her a shirt who knows.

m'rahja's page isn't up yet but she was kidnapped from ala mhigo (and separated from her husband + child), brought to garlemald, and ended up marrying a stern legatus and having his son (m'teo) as well as getting prosthetic legs for her disability that were unavailable in eorzea/ala mhigo. it's possible she may have met gaius through her husband at a garlean function, though i don't know that they'd have cared much for the other. still, its worth mentioning!

[worldly-diversity]

@minarcana ○ 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒 ○

          ⤷  『  "There's blood on you, let me wash it off." Common enough for the life of an adventurer, but Laurel sees value in looking after Eremina.  』

"Oh." She blinked in surprise as Laurel approached her and mentioned the blood. It must have happened somewhere in the middle of battle for her to have forgotten about it in the meantime. As an archer it's quite rare for her to end up with the results of the battle splattered all over her, that was more likely to happen to the darling warrior fussing over her now.

Maybe she needed to be more careful, else she'd never hear the end of it from Silvairre! She could already hear his sarcastic remarks, though she thought of them more fondly now that she knew him better. His remarks had been quite hurtful back when she'd joined the Archer's Guild fresh off the carriage to Gridania.

Putting her thoughts aside for the time being, Eremina lets Laurel lead her aside to clean up. It probably wasn't more than a few drops on her cheek, but she appreciates the gesture. Besides, better to deal with the majority of the traces of their battle now, lest they traumatise some pour soul at whatever settlement they take a rest at.

"Thank you."

[thancrxdwatxrs]

a new years eve kiss from urianger-- the faint taste of wine on his lips explains the daring move of showing affection where others might see.

Come claim your new year’s kiss

@minarcana

The crowd was starting to gather to ring in Heavensturn, the start of a new year. Thancred was content to be in a corner by himself, but was caught by surprise when he glanced up to see Urianger approach.

“So, you’ve come to join me have you?” He quipped with a smirk.

3…

He then noticed that the elezen was leaning in closer than usual.

2…

Thancred felt his heart threaten to leap from his chest, smelling the mixture of wine with Urianger’s natural scent.

1…

He closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips meeting the other’s as the clock struck midnight. The rogue snaked his hands up the elezen’s chest and around his neck. There was honestly no better way to welcome the new year.