NIGHTGALED

FINN.  HE/THEY.  28.  MST. 

this is a highly selective and extremely private multimuse and hub for a handful of sideblogs.  i ask one thing before we proceed: if you follow me first and i soft block you, please do not spam follow me.  i’m pretty friendly, otherwise, but i’m trying to keep my mutuals down to people i want to interact with exclusively.  go ahead and check out my carrd for more rules as well as my full muse list.  i look forward to writing with you! 

nejire and shino icons by tenacityblitz! 

NAVIGATION:

NIGHTGALED - multimuse & hub.

HIESHOU - fuyumi & rei todoroki.

FLORAHEART - aerith gainsborough

RULES & MUSES - carrd for nightgaled.

THREADTRACKER - all threads ( my turn / partner’s turn )

INTEREST TRACKER - also not up yet.

STATS & UPDATES (9/28):

blog remade, gathering asks and threads to continue.

THE EVER UNFINISHED AND DREADED ICON LIST:

                                 heart feels heavy as he looks into her eyes, hears the pain in her voice. what a strange feeling after all these years of not quite being himself and now suddenly being able to feel again. some days it feels like too much, a dam about to break with emotions he can’t contain anymore. he inhales sharply as tears sting the corners of his eyes and he shakes his head again.

                                 "no — i’m the one who let you all down. if i had been stronger… if i had been smarter, i would have seen master xehanort for what he truly was. it was my doing that he was able to get as far as he did. if i had only —“ throat tightens and he lifts a hand to his eyes in an attempt to cover the tears. if he had been smart enough, he could have foiled his plans. if he had been strong enough, he could have stopped xehanort in the keyblade graveyard all those years ago.

                                 "you and ven — you fought so hard, you did everything you could… but in the end? the end it’s my fault that you went into the realm of darkness without your armor or your keyblade. it’s my fault that ven was locked away in sora’s heart—” terra had only been useful for xehanort’s plans and for tearing his friends apart. he still carried the guilt of striking down his own master, even if it was to protect ventus.

                                 "aqua,“ he says after a moment, voice quiet, but stern, "it’s because of your quick thinking that sora was able to fix things. you are the one who set things in motion for those on the path of light. don’t forget that.”

              it wasn’t his responsibility.  she was the one who had passed the exam, she was the one who had been tasked with the responsibility of being a master, she was the one who was supposed to protect them - and she had failed royally.  at all of it.  some role model she’d turned out to be, a husk of herself overcome by darkness, attacking anything that came near.  it was hardly something young wielders ought to aspire too.  

              hands move to give comfort without thought, breaking down the shield over his eyes and gently wiping away the budding tears.  the ache in her heart and the tears in his eyes: it’s the same feeling, and yet it hurts more to see it than it does to feel it.  ❝ you did your best, terra, ❞  her voice cracks too, hidden by a laugh as she cradles his face in her hands,  ❝ you did everything right-  we couldn’t have seen it coming.  not even master... ❞

              but she stops.  her hands fall to her sides, face twisting in a rapid display of unpleasant emotions.  it isn’t his fault.  she would have done the same, if it meant protecting him or ventus.  but the grief still aches, a sharp pain in the reaches of her heart that would spread like poison if she let it.  she had lost her real father and now her surrogate as well.  how many more will she lose before it’s done?  how much grief can one girl carry? 

          “   xion,   i   …   “   he finds it just as   difficult   to find the words,   no   —   courage,   to reply.   “   what about   sora   or   kairi   ?   roxas   &   namine   ?   “   in truth,   they   both   already know the   answer.

               they don’t need you like i do, is almost what escapes when she opens her mouth to respond.  the words are caught before they can find freedom, like so many other things she’s nearly said but never has.  perhaps she shouldn’t police herself so much.  perhaps things would be different if she spoke clearly.  but...   

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 ( @nightgaled​ )  iris is here to, as commanded by her older brother, throw ice water over noctis while he sleeps. it’s not her fault. don’t be mad at her!!! but she is giggling.

❝  𝘈𝘏!  𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴  !  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴  𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨  !    ❞  And  it  has  done  the  trick  ,  for  one  Prince  is  now  officially  awake  and  dripping  from  head  to  toe  in  icy  cold  water.  While  he  might  not  appreciate  it  ,  his  work  load  sure  will.

               ❝You would mistake my FAVOR for something so paltry as pity? Why, it’s almost as if you don’t know me at all.❞

               Their entire dynamic is built upon the commander’s fear, his subservience and reluctance to insult his handlers, lest his dear sister pay the price. With Ravus’ pride already in tatters, the lady oracle is all he has left to protect, his loyalty to her and hatred of Lucis all that remains with which to barter. Ardyn willingly exploits both, pushing him to one extreme or another, bending him forward and back to see just when and where he will break.

               How satisfying that he has yet to crumble beneath the weight of Adagium’s precise and unspoken expectations.

               The chancellor is FAR FROM GENTLE, fingers pressing hard into the seam where flesh meets metal, strange golden eyes bearing both amusement and malice in equal measure, balanced atop a razor’s edge and waiting. Though he may not yet realize it, Ravus alone dictates which way this will go. (At least until Ardyn’s patience wanes.)

               his existence has become much like that of a rat trapped in a cage - the chancellor his ever present torturer, running tests on his psyche to see what it will take to make him crack.  silver eyes narrow in a flicker of frustration, one that dies moments after it’s blossomed to life, snuffed out like so many other unnecessary emotions.  ❝ rather or it is pity or favor is irrelevant.  i don’t enjoy being touched without my permission. ❞

              as if consent will change the dynamic in any way.  still, he releases ardyn’s hand and heaves a small sigh, turning away to regain his composure.  nothing but pain will be gained from pushing the other man’s buttons and pain would simply be a delay, one that he cannot afford.  when a moment has passed and his emotions have simmered, ravus looks over his shoulder at the strange auburn haired man. 

@ohsympathy​ sang: ❝ we’re in this together. ❞ [from giyu to shinobu 🤭]

               ❝ oh? ❞  if it were anyone else, she might not have smiled the way that she did - a sinister and empty grin that doesn’t quite to reach her eyes.  violet tipped locks flutter as her head cants to the side, resembling for a moment a curious puppy who’s caught sight of a new and interesting toy.  her delicate blade twirls in her hand coming to rest in a noncombative position behind her back as she walks towards her fellow hashira. 

kusatta.

                                release the draft count,   babe.

                                 i don’t know how to count

but damn if this ain’t true. 

          ❝ Nah , I know ya won’t Elena. ❞  Boots scrape through the dust on the ground , electric optics narrowed in what could only be described as frustration.   ❝ Jus’ gotta admit sometimes this shit gets a bit… much. I mean , the fuck we even doin’ here ? ❞ 

               ❝ well, we’re supposed to be gathering intel on a local businessman who’s causing a lot of trouble for shinra, ❞  his frustration is understandable.  this is one of the more tame missions they’ve been sent on and even then they’ve seen their share of setbacks,  ❝ but i suppose you mean in a broader sense.  and if that’s the case... ❞

                            “–––––violence  can’t  be  your  answer  to  everything,  shinobu-chan.~”