the-lonely-soul said: She almost fell from the sofa when Seifer bolted out of the room. It took her a second or two to realize the screaming didn't come from the tv. Despite how sluggish she felt, she tried to follow him, her phone ready to call the police. But when she saw him with Celes, Fran remained at the door a bit before quietly leaving. That universe was not hers and she could never truly understand it. And she didn't want to intrude on Celes's privacy. A stranger was the last thing she needed.

He came back late, worn out, and dropped unceremoniously into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around Fran’s waist and pulling her close, face burying into the back of her neck. 

"Sorry," he mumbled. 

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(where did you all come from)

Fellow Guardians (Special Mention)

wanderingalbhed - You write a great Rikku, one who’s matured from her experiences but still keeps that energy and love of life that is so integral to the character. She’s also a little shit that loves poking things (*cough*Auron*cough*) just to see what happens. I adore your headcanons about the Al Bhed in general and Rikku in particular. And let’s not forget that lovely chemistry between our muses that let this become a ship. Aurikku can be hard to pull off believably, but I think, between you and I, we’ve nailed it. [ship partner fistbump]

ingwe-ingweron - Come on. It’s you. You’re always willing to plot the most insane things with me (we really need to get on that War of Wrath threading - especially now that my Tolkien!verse is active!) and delve into what makes the characters tick, the why and what of what makes a character who they are. And you’re always willing to help me edit, never afraid to tell me when something about my writing needs changing, ready to give the constructive criticism I need. If that means my drafts turn into a bloodbath, so be it - I know they’ll be all the better for it. Also, tea.

i-am-no-doll - You followed me over from Hetalia RP to Final Fantasy RP, why would I not give you special mention? You put up with me for the past few years, and you’re still writing with me. I’m keeping you. You can’t escape.

timeless-encounters - You were one of the first to greet me when I started roleplaying on Tumblr, and I have never seen you be anything less than awesome since then, whether in or out of character. Your excellent command of Caius always makes your threads a joy to read.

Companions On My Journey (People I Interact With)

aeternumvocantem, albhedgreen, azul-tragedy, blackmage-lulu, calmbringer, canariae, chineseghostlygirl, demonicforgemaster, highsummonerlordbraska, ichibanakumunohate, idno41269, ladyofthefayth, lilyoftheancients, nemuruomoi, personifiedsin, r1trigger, rhxpsodos, rosemarydiz, shatterheartskypirate, spikyblond, spiras-sunshine, summoners-path, thebrightestdream, thedarkestdragoon, transientlion, xglorfindel, zanarkandsongstress

Stories Observed From Afar (Those I Enjoy Seeing On My Dash)

avaliantqueen, azoriumcosmos, blackjackfalcon, burmecias-protector, cosmos-warrior, drakania, engineofdestruction (and all associated muses), firaequis, last-crown-of-lucis, lucemare, paddraprincess, spectrevasir, spirit-of-compromise, sunny-explosions, swordsofthevoid, sxldaat, theroguesniper, tidesandfire, virtuousthief, wewereveryhappy, wrexofurdnot

…and probably a lot more that I forgot.

Banner art credit to tidesandfire

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pilferess said: " here, i need to clean you up. this might sting a bit... "

So, he’s not embarrassed to admit that he blanches a shade when Rikku brings out the biggest goddamned container of peroxide he’s ever seen.

"Be honest," he says, gritting his teeth and holding out bloody knuckles. "It’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker."

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wewereveryhappy said: /losers both climb a ladder to somehow reach the top of seifer's head like a goddamn christmas tree

-squints loudly at both of them-

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wewereveryhappy said: "Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?" Edea begged.

It’s such a simple request, and he isn’t entirely sure he can oblige. Everything is shifting, right and left, the whole world bobbing like a ship at sea.

He is angry, against the nausea and blood flowing freely down his temple, because his car’s hood is crumpled in and it took him weeks to get it right…

Oh, christ, he’s gonna puke. Seifer forces open the door of the battered Mustang, and adds to the litter on New Bodhum’s streets.

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Land of asshats???

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Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!
Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

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You were meant to stay here all night anyways, so why the fuss sir knight? Is this a challenge you finally cannot overcome?

Seiriol talked a big game, but only because he stood behind her and was unable to see the deer caught in the hunter’s sights expression she wore. Her breathing kept hitching, which was the only other indication that she felt at all bothered by what was happening. Every kiss seared her skin and made her suck in a breath and hold it a moment, before letting go with a gentle shiver of her form.

This was going to be more torturous than she originally thought.

For court functions, I wear at least four layers, although there may come a day when I forgo gowns and opt for the lord’s clothing instead of that of a queen’s…it seems…more practical in the long run…less…layers.

But she like the feeling of anticipation, from being stripped down bit by bit, from experiencing intimacy with another. No, Seifer. Just him. Only him. Inhaling deeply, she let her arms pull the sleeves further down so that her frock would come off, begin to slide down her form. Revealing more and more of the gauzy shift she wore underneath. Almost naked, yet not quite.

The material made to tease the sight of any who would look upon her. No skin showed through the very modest and conservative undergarment, but if viewed by light you could clearly see the queen’s silhouette.

Tilting her head so she could glance at him over her shoulder, she inquired quietly, “Would it be a bother if we kept the shift on? The corset is underneath, but I don’t think I should let you see too much just yet…

Aye, he could do with fewer layers, although there was something heady about unwrapping a woman like a gift.

His fingers traced the ridges of the corset under her shift, balene bones their own sort of skeleton wrapped around her skin. 

"You may put it on after I get this off," he agreed, and she would do whatever she wanted anyway, so he supposed it didn’t entirely matter what he said at this juncture. “Unless you want me to cut a hole in the shift and unlace it that way…” 

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elbokorojo said: [text] Kweh Kweh met a strange yet friendly fellow during a delivery. He seemed to have an interest in books about insects. He was tall and very strong and had a strange necklace. He fed Kweh Kweh one of the fishes he caught. He carried a strange big stick with him. Why are humans so fond of sticks?



[text]: Because we use ‘em to smack other humans with. It’s fun. 

[text] Just for fun? or is it also because of dominance reasons? I am mystified by human antics.

[text] Fish was delicious! I should visit the coast more often. Hopefully the friendly fellow will be there during my next visit!

[text] Maybe he can teach me how to battle with big sticks! Humans are amazing!

[text]: Kinda both? 

[text]: Mostly it’s just fun as hell. 

[text]: You, uh, probably don’t want to get into a fight with Rai. It might not end well. 

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elbokorojo said: [text] Kweh Kweh met a strange yet friendly fellow during a delivery. He seemed to have an interest in books about insects. He was tall and very strong and had a strange necklace. He fed Kweh Kweh one of the fishes he caught. He carried a strange big stick with him. Why are humans so fond of sticks?

[text]: Because we use ‘em to smack other humans with. It’s fun. 

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Seiriol decided that she very much liked having Seifer in her bed; he certainly looked comfortable enough to look like he belonged there. Thankfully no one else had been around to notice what the future royal pair was up to, but no one would have commented on the queen’s impropriety. In fact, many would wish they’d speed the process up a little faster in securing heirs. There was also the little tidbit that she was their queen and her reputation would not suffer at all if she chose to keep lovers to have a steady flow of heirs.

As if she’d do something so base!

Flushing, her majesty realized that she hadn’t planned this very well or very far. She’d imagined that Seifer would have at least tried to get away from her, to thwart her latest misuse of her power over darkness, but no…he actually…stayed. And hearing him speak to her in such a way made her both incensed and bashful. Within her mind, two factions were at war on what to do. Punish him somehow or run away screaming again.

Feeling that she really should get used to the idea of him being in the same quarters as her and coming into constant contact, the lady held up her head as she made her reply, “Whatever you may think needs removing aside from my corset. After all…you’ll need to get passed my dress to even start unlacing that.

She had a bit of spark to her, didn’t she? 

Seifer stood lazily, crossing to where she stood and coming behind her, gathering her dark hair and sweeping it over one shoulder. Long fingers deftly found the row of tiny buttons, popping them apart one by one, revealing the soft skin just above her undergarments. He bowed his head and kissed along one such inch. 

Out of buttons. 

He nudged the sleeves down from her shoulders. 

"How many layers do you have?” he murmured teasingly near her ear. “Ye gods, Your Grace, we’ll be here all night.” 

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dear current and future rp partners: i’m going to go days without replying to you, please don’t take it personally.

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The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

—Nikos Kazantzakis  (via wordsnquotes)

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