in genius, madness

roleplay and aesthetic blog for my myriad of ocs (and a select few canons)! many of which are either morally grey or outright villainous.

fandoms included (subject to change): star wars (the old republic), final fantasy (VII/VIII/XIV/XV), && baldur’s gate/d&d.

written by fen, he/him/it (transmasc) and certified fandom old (30+). more info under the cut!!

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So he's not as stealthy as he'd like to imagine. It wasn't exactly his fault- William never trained him for circumstances along the lines of 'an artifact of Eden getting its knickers in a twist and shot-putting a remarkably handsome archivist into Revolutionary FUCKING France in a hissy fit that rivalled the damn Crusades'.

Can you tell he's bitter? The smell of piss doesn't help. The Brit still vaguely hopes he's on a particularly bad acid trip-- or whatever Rebecca put in her gummi bears.

     Shaun’s vocabulary is vast as we’ve all plentifully experienced through the Animus and it’s databases. Though in regards to swearing / expressing strong emotion, Shaun is what I like to affectionately call the ‘religious’ type - the kind where God, damnation, Hell, Heaven, and the like are a main focus. 

Growing up Catholic tends to imprint. Becoming disenfranchised with said faith also has an effect. Also is he the kind that when the word ‘fuck’ is used one can reasonably assume to best stay out of his way.

Examples include, but are not limited to:

Bloody hell / hellfire

Sweet Jesus / sweet God

For the love of--         ( God / Christ / all that is holy / God and sundry / All and sundry / Fuck )

Goddamn it

Holy shit

For Christ’s / God’s / Fuck’s sake

[you] righteous twat

The last time he'd been so disoriented, a desert had stretched out before him in shades indescribable to one who's never before seen a jewel of such infinite cuts. Had left behind the blade embedded into his body by a boy now fit to be king- a lamb to the slaughter a god had lain an altar for at the dawn of creation; all for a brilliantly dressed man who gazed at him as if he were the Sun Itself.

It's a forest now, and gold alights upon distant smoke- a universal signal flare be it for distress or destruction. Yet for once, it is the ringing silence within internal cacophony that snags his near-complete attention.

His gods... have no influence here.

It seems Bahamut had lost His grip, Ardyn abandoned to a wilderness unknown to any of his memories ( they're all him, or is he theirs? ) and that... was comforting.

A battle seems to have been fought here recently; prone bodies both dead and dying garbed in fairly-bright colours. Red and white on one side... with funny little hats?

There's sound of civilisation nearby, and so it is there he begins to tread. Perhaps would have reached, had a lone woman not been witnessed dropping from the trees. Onto a man. Then the man is no longer a man- but detritus, and Ardyn smiles softly: proud of such stealth, despite not knowing who was guilty of what.

It's rather strange - and perhaps precious - that Sherlock's recollection for the detective inspector's name finally forms accurately whilst under duress. Or perhaps it was, more accurately, always there; Sherlock simply presuming the unnaming amusing validation.

Gavin, Graham. Geralt made it in somewhere once. Always masculine.

Wildy Specific Headcanon Questions / @corditeheart

1. What's the lie your character says most often?

Malachi:

Given how many rescue/infiltration/generic observatory missions he's done over the course of not only his career as a SeeD, but as a realm-displaced Glaive, the answer to this is, tragically, "You're going to be okay."

From sites of war, to the peripheral villages and cities in the path of destruction- Malachi has seen more than his share of futile rescues, and many 'last moments' of those with no one to call. Yet no pre-assessment is going to stop him from providing what last, miniscule comfort he can to those that need it most. Being a realist doesn't make him an asshole, and admittedly much of that is due to life experience and age.

Nyx:

Inversely, Ulric's largest lies tend to be some variety of "I'm fine"/"I'll be fine". Not only from battleground injury or overuse of borrowed magic, but from the egregious and untreated case of C-PTSD and survivor's guilt that haunts his near-every quiet hour.

From auditory hallucinations of his sister to dissociative flashbacks and what-if scenarios that underline his potential for failure, Nyx Ulric is very much not okay. Guilt eats at him and can reliably be said to be his driving force: why he is so dead-set on being 'the Hero'. Perhaps if he saves enough of those in need, he can be forgiven for failing those who mattered most.

Ardyn:

If we're talking about (recent) active duty lying; for the past 30 in-universe years this man has been deceiving and manipulating an entire Empire, and regularly (within the last 3 years) not even knowing who he is day-to day. Yet if I were to hazard a guess/establish a HC right here, I'd have to say it would be some variety of "There's no need to fret~." / "Don't worry~.", with a potential 'my dear' added on by instinct.

If we are to speak on simply the lie spoken most often over the course of time itself; two-thousand years of simmering in the betrayal of your kin and hanging like a slab of meat, bound to an Astral-guarded Isle whilst boiling alive in the rage and confusion on what you POSSIBLY could have done to deserve such agony-- I like to think 'He didn't mean it/it was a mistake...' was likely the most often, deliriously uttered lie told to himself to comfort his shattered heart over his brother's betrayal.

Grief is cyclical. Imagine that cycle yoyoing for millennia.

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'?

@corditeheart // >:c

now his nipples are hard. thanks!