#anonymous;

Send "Kiss or Skip!" and a character's name to see if my muse would kiss them or not.

"...Honestly? Yeah. I'd give him a little smooch. It's so refreshing to see some guys in the city who still know how to treat others right. Don't tell him that, though. Wouldn't want people to believe I've gone soft."

"Dear gods, is this the new rumor spreading about this small provincial town?" She stares incredulously before snorting softly, shaking her head in amusement.

see (ha) i like the idea of modern!aemond still being blind in one eye for whatever reason—whether it be a medical condition or just a birth defect.

but, i do really like the idea of keeping the concept of an accident and him losing said eye.

maybe the family had gotten the group of children an ‘it’s for everyone to enjoy’ kind of gift, yet no one was willing to share it with the other half of the family.

the toy being a fun addition to mostly tree branch-sword fights.

a small scrap breaks out between the children—the shouts being ignore, being nothing new in the large family—small hands shoving and grasping and trying to yank it from the others. aemond’s one of the older children, and has the slightest advantage over strength and manages to get it in his grasp.

one of the other children, too young to understand the finality of their actions, swings their stick across young aemond’s face—his eye takes the most of the damage.

that’s the moment that catches the adult’s attention—the group of kids became uncharacteristically quiet minus aemond’s wails of pain—and they spill from the house to find the kids all huddle around the boy who clutched his eye as he rolled in the grass.

his mother is mortified. a quick ambulance ride to the hospital.

then she’s broken-hearted when the doctor’s tell her that while he’ll be fine, the eye is lost and would have to be removed.

when aemond’s healed—and older—he’d note that that moment had caused a rift between him and his cousins.

both because of the attack, and being blinded over something so stupid as a toy.

For the meta thing, perhaps the journey to contact the gods and how it affects Lunafreya?

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Oh Anon, starting off strong with a punch to the gut.

 Before I get into this proper, there’s some context I need to provide about Luna’s character that is arguably the most pivotal aspect when it comes to understanding her fully. It’s something I’ve seen criticized and overlooked, even within the source material itself. See, it wasn’t just the Empire that put Luna through hell. There’s a heartbreaking moment in Dawn of the Future where Noctis is given the chance to see all of history, including everything he never knew happened to Luna in the years they were apart. There’s no way to stress just how brutal her Oracle training is - and Luna began hers at the age of twelve. Fucking twelve. She was forced into long periods of isolation, fasting, intense mental and physical training - and all this is to say nothing of the hellish panopticon of being made into a religious figurehead in one’s tweens. Imagine what that does to a person. With that in mind, know that Noctis is disgusted and horrified, in no small part with himself, now he knows the full extent of what Luna endured for his sake. He never knew. He never knew because Luna never said. Luna, the girl who literally can’t survive the a p o c a l y p s e without writing a letter to her boyfriend about the tea she found and the time her companion said she had a bad poker face, never thought to mention the extent of her training. 

 And that’s the thing, friends: this is as normal to her as the sky is blue. Try as Noctis and Ravus might have, bless their hearts, Luna was never taught that her life, her thoughts, her feelings, mattered. Hell, she was actively taught the opposite. She was not yet a teenager, suffering after the death of her mother, the separation from her best friend and the subjugation of her Kingdom, when immidiately her image, thoughts, feelings and relationship to her religion were made into a public commodity. Millions looked to her during times of war and strife for comfort, assurance - shit, God Himself put the weight of the world on her shoulders because he was too lazy to do it himself. Luna is the epitome of a good and selfless person being taken advantage of so severely that she can no longer function healthily, and that’s the kind of thing that takes years to heal from. And the worst part is, she can’t see what’s so wrong with it. 

 With that as our groundwork, let’s move on. Because there is one thing she kept for herself, if only one. A dream. One encouraged by her own Gods by virtue of their prophecy - that one day, the darkness would be driven from their star, and she could be with Noctis again. This isn’t a lunoct apologeia post (although...) - it’s just important you understand, it is the one and only thing she wanted for herself. The dream she worked toward all her life. Yet by the time she was to awaken Leviathan, Luna knew she was not long for this world. Please understand what this means.

 At some point between leaving Insomnia and arriving in Altissia, Luna realised she was going to die. She was going to die, and her only dream would never be fulfilled. Her God, who she dedicated her life to, failed her. She would leave her brother, her only family behind; Noctis would have to go on without her; and she would never get the future she was promised. Sit with that a minute, because goodness knows I had to take several. There was a moment in time when that thought first occurred to her, and she had to keep going. I want to say she was too good and noble to run, but knowing what we know about her upbringing, it probably never occurred to her in the way it should have.

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