#iaberth

points at her. " that's my moon wife, right there. my whole galaxy. " smoothness scale, cheesy / 10. @iaberth​​

  jovial  laughter  peals  like  spilt  light  upon  the  metallic  sheen  of  the  celsius.  while  she  can  hear  paine  groaning  and  her  cousin  muttering  a  quiet,  '  seriously?  '  in  the  background;  it  is  all  both  high  summoner,  sphere  hunter,  and  proud  girlfriend  can  do  but  laugh.  how  she  does!  

"  oh  really?  well,  i  can't  let  you  beat  me  on  that,  mister!  "  her  boldness  in  speech  nor  the  playful,  confidence  in  which  she  places  hands  proudly  on  her  hips  and  tilts  her  head  in  a  challenge  belies  that  yuna  continues  if  ever  to  grow,  and  grow.  flourish  like  the  moonflower  beneath  the  purest  light;  or  how  the  daughter  of  the  mountains  and  heavens;  the  earth  lit  by  stars,  can  so  coyly  purse  her  lips  in  a  way  only  he  invokes  in  her.  

"  i'd  say  if  i'm  the  galaxy  then  well...you're  the  universe  then!  how's  that!  "  but  she's  beaming  at  him;  crinkled  heterchromia  and  tender  rose  lips.  the  amount  of  gagging  sounds  from  behind  all  but  ignored  as  she  leaps  from  the  lowest  perch  and  once  more  into  the  waters,  the  sea  that  was  home.

one  hand  remains  on  her  hip  as  yuna  grins  at  her  boyfriend  and  playfully  tugs  on  his  hand.  

you  know  no  words  will  ever  be  enough,  don't  you? don't  you  know  by  now,  my  sun?

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

for CID.

[ botanical headcanons ; ACCEPTING ]

[ actually after three novels, this is going to be short.

Because I. Really wanted to make him a bastard. Talk about the day he finally finished working on his artifician Nethicite, or when Venat first appeared... anything.

...but the truth is. The one day he will never forget?

Left. What he really left was a hole that swallowed 10 years, filled with only the bitterness of it all gone wrong. Put on the spot, the blitz king’s maroon’s eyes escape to the horizon where sea and sky meet. “Well...“ A rare show of deep unease he couldn’t hide behind any charade, nonrhythmic exhales and digits that curled into a fist, dug into his palm.  “Look, I’m..” That word just wouldn’t leave his throat. Between them, it was forbidden. He inhaled deeply and again, started different. “I didn’t wanna.  It wasn’t supposed to go like this. But ain’t like it matters, what’s gone’s gone.” 

fisticuffs, you and me, in the back streets of bevelle in five

MEME → Munday no-no and yes-yes list.

💞 — I love 'em more now than I once did because first meeting after first meeting when establishing a blog can be a grind. That is, it can be a relief when I can message with the other writer and figure out how long our muses would have known each other and if they are acquaintances or good friends, do they possibly have a "sibling energy" vibe or have they been clashing a lot and have more of an antagonistic history. When it comes to a romantic relationship that is something that has to be built towards. If I have never roleplayed with someone and their muse there's every chance that my muse and their muse will get along as well as a cat and a sprinkler.

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?  

for FRAN.

[ botanical headcanons ; ACCEPTING ]

[ it’s... complicated. She has mixed feelings when it comes to silence. 

On one hand, she appreciates it when her companion give her a moment to rest. She secretly enjoys the occasional banters, they’re good company and she’s (surprisingly enough) much more talkative than her sisters, but she’s still used to the calm and soft, almost imperceptible tones of the Vieras, still. Sharing a moment of quietness is good. It makes her feel at ease, and proves that the other person can accept her boundaries.

On the other, however... she hates when she can’t hear the sounds around her.

The silence in Golmore is deafening, but the same goes for anywhere where she can’t truly hear any noise. No wind through the trees, no pitter-patter of the fauna’s critters, no distant growls or whispers... that truly scares her. No noise proves that there’s something terrible behind every corner.

Walking through Nabudis was a nightmare specifically because of that.

Reserved for you!

Our bad! Could have sworn we written that down but sometimes we forget things

You can have a single muse blog or a multimuse blog, so long as the muses on the multimuse blog are ONLY affiliated with the group~ Hopefully that helps!