✦ @sanctiichor​ :     The Warrior of Light always commits to any task he is given , like now , he is committing heart and soul to the task of tying Terra's hair back. The soft but thick curls were being a little difficult but he was known to never quit.

" Will you pass me your hair tie please? " He says once he feels the curls are secure enough. Some adjustments there and a ribbon later he is done, " That should hold. " he gives the maiden of magic a look over and reaches over to brush back some stray locks and once that was done Light gives a nod of a job well done and for Terra he gives her a soft smile.

in moments of rare reprieve as darkness stretched into the night , lithe digits would interweave through cascades of seafoam , delicately removing ribbons and beads , baubles and trinkets , hair emptied of its glamorous grandeur and reverted to its natural state —— and before the hour of dawn , the ornaments returned from whence they came , betwixt wisps of softened curls as if they had not been lifted from the top of her head at all .  there was a matter of painstaking 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 , a meticulous process that many of her comrades hadn’t the mind to inquire into the thorough ritual .  perhaps they had assumed it was not their place to 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽’𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 , or perhaps they had merely caught on that 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 .  in any case , the routine went on , unremarked upon beyond the occasional glance or comment ... ... that is , until ——

streams of sunlight have yet to make itself known in the land built upon recollections of home and far-off worlds when the girl rouses herself from slumber to ready herself for the new day , decorative accessories slipped on between locks of hair , fitted and pinned .  it should have felt strange , to follow a pattern so intimately familiar yet lacking any particular attachment to the process itself , for it was another’s hands that once carefully dictated how she should appear , what jewelry and barrettes should rest upon her brow , fingers that would comb and latch , pull and yank , 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 ...  a twitch in her hand — the memory , too real , too disturbing — and a beaded ribbon slips from pale digits .  it takes the spellcaster a moment to realise the lapse , breath faltering and lips parting in a quiver as lilac irises searches to where it had fallen , only to see it had been picked up by the nameless warrior of light , 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 and 𝙼𝙰𝙹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 , even in the mundane , kneeled position of scrap of cloth .  ❝ o-oh ... !  thank you . ❞  he , too , would greet the day in its early hours , but 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 so she had nearly forgotten .  the ribbon is gingerly returned ; it seems he expects her to continue with her task , nodding and taking a turn to leave , when a single word spills forth from her lips .  ❝ wait ... ... ! ❞  the abruptness and panicked nature of it all surprises her , and it is apparent he did not anticipate this as well as he halts immediately , as a good-natured paragon would .  eyes slowly rise to meet his gaze .  ❝ i ... need a favour .  can you help me ... ? ❞

to her continued astonishment , he had agreed .  in hindsight , the girl supposes she wasn’t sure what she would have said or done if he had declined her request .  perhaps she would have resumed her attempt in fixing her hair on her own , but the 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴 as apologies are hastily ushered for flinching when she first feels the hands of the warrior gathering up her hair .  he is 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 with her , 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 .  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 are asked if needed and he 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 with her periodically .  it is different from ... him , and she realises this calms her , assures her .

shoulders relax , heartbeats calm .

she is safe .

Shiro, pidge, Beezer

Hey! I’m super sorry for being so late! Considering the other asks piled up, and tumblr does blatantly no help in organizing them, I completely missed it! I hope you can forgive the unnecessary time spent waiting! Unfortunately, though, this is gonna be a long post!

Shiro: What’s the one thing you have that keeps you going on life?

Well, actually… Before, it was someone I’m very close to. I… er… Well, how do I put this? I kept going because someone became my rock. And I depended on them, a lot. But, whenever they needed me, I was as strong as ever so we both could be. 

…Truth be told, they still are, but, I’ve sorta grown more, that I don’t need to rely constantly on this one person to make sure my life is going well, you know? If I answered before, I’d probably answer that person, though… I’m still clinging to hope.

Hope that maybe, things will change. Hope, that one day I’ll fall in love the way I think I was meant to be. Hope… That I’ll be the best me I can be, that everyone I know can be as happy as they deserve to be. It’s a long shot; Where does hope come from? Where does it go? But, hope’s what got me here in the first place when things were nothing but horrid and unsafe. For what it’s worth, I believe hope’s what’s gonna keep me going, so that one day, I’ll wake up, happy and falling in love with myself and someone else, and sharing me, with someone else. 

I hope for a lot of things, but, I find it’s that hope that keeps me going forward, even when I don’t know sometimes where I’ll end up.

Pidge: Do you feel comfortable with who you are as you are now?

Pfft, it’s funny Pidge comes up, frankly, I enjoyed this question most! 

In all honesty… I like to believe I’m getting more comfortable with myself. I… I started writing poetry, I started drawing digitally, I’ve even thinking of having Beowulf as my actual name at times, hilarious as it is… It’s… Strange, actually. Getting to know the person you are now, that is. I didn’t know my life’s purpose, nor my own identity, but now more than ever, I feel… Kinda more… “whole”, you know? I, I fell in love with someone, went through a break up, consequently the “OTP BROKE UP!!!” phase, and so on which made me rethink a lot about myself. In one sense, yes, I feel more comfortable with myself. After that breakup, I sort of, realized that really, when it came down to it;

I didn’t need to ask why my ex and I did. 

I just understood that our relationship was at an end, it was time to move on, but, when you give your heart to someone, where do you go after that’s gone?

So, I took a lot more me time, I started up my love of flannel after, almost years of never seeing them again, I started reading Beowulf the first time, fell in love with the mythos and wanted really… Really badly to emulate it. I wanted to be a hero, I wanted people to remember me so much and praise me for what I do, when, most of the time, I barely even saw how far I came along the way. And, that’s how Beowulf ends (Sorry for the spoilers!), he gets too arrogant and only wants to hog the glory, and, he dies to the dragon when he’s older (35? He was still young.) and battle hardened. When I read Beowulf, that’s just when things clicked in. 

Did I really want glory and fame? Or, did I just want someone to recognize me for something? And, well, since then, I started listening to myself. I wore flannel, jeans, boots, I was so… happy not to wear whatever someone else told me to wear, it felt so… Right. I bought my opal choker, charmed it, and the local witch who sold it to me, remarked that Boulder Opal was meant to bring the real person within, out.

Looking back to that, it’s… Quite the journey. I’m… Me, and…. I know I’m gonna change more, that’s just a part of life, but, it’s been pretty cool getting to know myself. I channel spirits, I’m an incubus after making a deal with a few contracted demons and Lilith, and I’m always here for my friends. Self consciousness will always be something holding people back, and the same with body image, but, I’m much more comfortable as the person I am now, than I was before.

I think, to really say it more clearer…

I feel, free.

Enlightened.

Me.

Beezer: Who do you look up to?

Oh! Well, this is interesting as well!

I… Look up to a lot of people. I’ve looked up to my Spanish teacher in High School since, my junior year. He’s adopted me as his kid, by word of mouth and by action, the way he’s been, along with my school secretary. They’ve… Become like my mom and dad, in the context of things, I’d always make excuses to spend time with them than my own parents, and, I’d always hang out with them after school because I was so… Well, I was starved for parental affection. I felt wrong, so disastrously wrong for craving their love. “What about their children? Obviously, they won’t just drop everything to be with you, damnit!” But, those fears were just childish, my mom, when she figured how I was feeling, and she calmed me down by saying,

“It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to be weak sometimes when all you’ve ever known was to be strong. No matter what anyone says, wherever you go, whomever you become, you will always be my son.”

That was when my dad jumped in, and nonchalantly tried to hype it up by saying,

“And who better yet to be our son than a brave prince, with a soul older than the gods himself?”

(Now, mind you, my dad is sort of nuts. He’s a very strict teacher, everyone fears him and his teaching since he still uses the old RAP THE RULER TO ENVOKE PURE FEAR, but, his a very goofy guy with the air of a Sultan. Ever since I did my tarot cards, he’s always seen them as holy predictions as they for the most part, has. So, he’s always more or less, meaning well, just not… Wording things well…!)

I’ve left high school since, and I still get word from them time to time, I send cards, but, sometimes, I want to be their kid. I want to look up to them the way their kids do (Though, my dad, his sons left him with their mom when he was in the military. He… Well, he personally thinks I was sent to be his kid as part of fate. His words, not mine, but, those words always stuck with me.) and be just like them. So strong, so wise, but so loving as well.

My grandpa and grandma are just two of my supposed biggest fans, they’ve done nothing but support me, and well, frankly, I’ve always used their struggles to live in the time they are now to go on with my schooling. My grandmother worked as a worker for Verizon for years, while taking care of her mother, and her four kids at the age of 40 as a single mom, working the telephone poles (Something she claims only men did at the time, so, she worked her hardest to make ends meet). She taught me first about magic, and most of the basic Hindu mythos (We still cry over the movies and depictions of Parvati.) My grandpa, as it goes, isn’t really my grandpa, he’s simply my Gram’s neighbor and they’ve both come to fall in love with each other (As… Much as she won’t admit it openly.) 

He took me in as a young child when my parents didn’t, and was one of the first teachers I had, teaching me “Ese Lunar” (Cielito lindo, in actuality) and my first basic Spanish, and inspiring me with stories from the bible, but also about cultural figures like Santa Muerte and such. Sometimes, I gloss over it, but, I’ve always admired them. The way they bicker so much, but will always wake up the next morning, making tea and coffee and reading the paper and then asking me to do the chores and heavy lifting like we’re on Smallville. I always enjoyed their basic lifestyle… It’s taught me a lot, especially in how to appreciate the little things in life, from receiving a letter, to writing one and mailing it everyday, they’ve done so much to me, that I can only hope to do the same for them.

I look up, well, I idolize a lot of fictional characters too, like Terra Branford from Final Fantasy 6 or Yukino Mayuzumi from Persona 1 and 2. Terra keeps faith and hope for the orphans of the town of Mobliz, while Yukino struggles with her feelings for her mentor as a photographer.

Terra is a lot like me, she yearns to find out what love means. Not just the romantic ones, not just the “good friend” platonic love. She wants to discover real, true love, which she finds in orphans like her, who cling to her and call her Momma. It’s… Heartbreaking, but hopeful, in the way she was raised to be a weapon, and later, she is reversing it to teach others about love.

Yukino fights, not because she was once a gang member, not because she wants to be the only one to love her mentor, but because she wants her friends and her own student, Ana, safe and sound. Yukino’s life was turned around when her teacher, Ms. Saeko intervened and took her out of the female gang lifestyle to become a teacher like her. It inspired her to go forward, and though she couldn’t become a teacher like Ms. Saeko, she became a photographer and her mentor Shunsuke Fuji becomes her love interest. When a classmate of the protagonist, Ana Yoshizaka, goes rogue and becomes antagonistic, Yukino works to intervene like Saeko did, acknowledging she wasn’t strong enough to say she loved Fuji, nor smart enough to go to college and become a teacher like Ms. Saeko, or have “the eye” to be a photographer like Fuji himself. Instead, she acknowledges she doesn’t need those things to be a person, a strong person, to make sure she wouldn’t let Ms. Saeko’s lessons leave her so quickly to save Ana from a life of crime.

I also really look up to Beowulf, like I mentioned before, as a book, as a character, even as a Skullgirls character (pfft). I’ve always been a fan of wolves, and while they don’t exactly pertain to the legend of Beowulf, they do to the Skullgirls one. For the legend, he’s regarded as “Son of Wulf”, so, merely, his name is can be seen as Beo (lol, the logic is flawed of course, but hear me out) as Wulf was really a common ground name at the time. But, he was a prince of legend, a man the people looked up to and was, while vain, a good man at heart. I really want to emulate that, the same for the Skullgirls Beowulf, he may just be a wolf themed wrestler, but he’s got great intentions at heart besides just wrestling for his fans. But that’s just how I see it, the fact that he’s loosely based on the actual Beowulf, and my analysis of his character, it’s hard for me not to sorta… Look up to that legacy.

And, lastly, it’s my mother goddess Parvati. 

Streamlined mythos, she’s mother of Ganesha, and second wife of Shiva after her previous incarnation, Sati, committed suicide by diving into a sacrificial fire when her father Daksha forced her to marry another man and not whom she fell in love with (Shiva).

Parvati, then came as the daughter (and princess) of the Himalayas, and she gives forth an eternal maternal love only she can exude. When I was younger, I was once told, the gods decide who to protect in the world. This was why people tended to favor different gods in different households. My grams favored Vishnu, my father, Shiva, and so forth, we were a Guyanese community, so, superstitions were the best interpretation of “God comes in all forms to be accepted by his devotees.”

I didn’t bond with many gods, Vishnu frightened me, with the terrifying Ananta as his vehicle, Shiva was far too powerful in his austerities. And, one day, when I cried out that I had no one in the world to love me, a woman in a pink shalwar came to me and claimed I needed no such words, because she was here to be my mother, when my mother is not. And so, she accepted me as her child, and, I’ve done nothing more but try to be as patient, loving, and wise as she’s been for me. 

She’s never left me alone, and, well, I’m not doing that to anyone I care about either. It’s one of the reasons I look up to her, her love is as eternal as the moon’s light.

Thanks, so, so much for asking! I’d like to apologize again for the lateness! Really, thank you again!

✦ @painsrequiem​ :     a pleased smile in return for sweet terra looking his way <3

she is concerned but returns the smile all the same ... ...

✦ @xkuja​​ :      1, 8, 9

1 .     when you rp a ship do you prefer to make everything be smooth sailing all the time or do you allow conflicts to arise ?

i like a bit of both .  nO I SWEAR IT’S NOT ANGST ALL THE TIME .  with regards to terra , i veer towards the fluff and soft feels because terra deserves them , but any relationship with terra would naturally have a slow burn buildup .  it’s not always going to be easy or effortless or okay .  while i appreciate a lot of terra ships , actually implementing them into narrative is another thing entirely .  terra is still learning about herself and her preferences and what it means to love another person ( beyond a familial / platonic scope ) and to experience that love in turn and that can lead to conflicts ( with herself and with a love interest / potential partner ) .  she may not be in a place where she’s ready for a committed relationship and all that entails , and she’s certainly not an easy person to romance , which is probably why my ships with her aren’t 100% fully formed .  development may naturally change things , but for now her ships typically teeter in some sort of ambiguity .

8 .     do you like to be friends with the people you have ships with ?

yes !  i like to feel comfortable and communicative with the people i ship with so we all have the same understanding .

9 .     what do you look for in a writing partner for ships ?

similar to the above ; basically if we’re friends , we get along , we feel comfortable with writing with each other , and that we’re both of the same understanding of the ship in question . 

romance and friendship ship asks .

✦ anonymous :     How a certain boy of the skies managed to get Gau of all people to deliver a letter to Terra personally is beyond him, but enclosed in the messy contents of rolled up parchment tells of tales miscellany, emotions he wished he could elaborate on from "being homesick away from his love," and scribbled apologies and promises of return with an attached sack of goodies from various worlds he's traveled to. He made sure to mention the candies were for the children. And last but certainly not least, a small bouquet of galbana lilies, a symbol of the hope that he would one day find himself in her arms once more. "...I miss you everyday! Love... your favorite sky pirate." was the letters conclusion, with possible dampness at the corner of the page.

she thinks of him —-

it is neither an all-consuming fixation that ensnares her waking hours nor an afterthought with no modicum of devotion or care ; it is little things that inspire the memory , the wish , in the small spaces between dreams and the day-to-day .  clear and cloudless , 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙴𝚂 may bring to mind the endless 𝚂𝙴𝙰 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 that are his to explore .  laughter that fills the air may remind the former spellcaster of his boyish 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 and clever 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁 , softening any sharpened edge .  𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 invite fond memory of how he described the favoured blossoms of his world , of how she wished to plant some , if only so that he may have a piece of home when he is here .  even the occasional visit of the falcon to deliver rations and supplies can occasionally cause the esper to second-guess herself , thinking it is 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 and not a wandering gambler but a 𝚂𝙺𝚈 𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴 .  and in the darkness of night and the depths of slumber , she remembers a hand that held hers ... ...

yes , she thinks of him 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 , 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 , 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 .

when a letter arrives from one of her comrades , the boy of the veldt , it is the flowers that draw terra’s attention almost immediately , lavender irises bearing their widening gaze to the unfamiliar flora to her world of restored balance yet matching the exact description that she had heard of quite some time ago .  ❝ galbana lilies ...  that's what he called them , right ? ❞ she murmurs softly to herself .  the candies are distributed evenly amongst the children , who eagerly accept the gift and run off to play with gau , as the girl born of magic reads the contents of the written word , walking along the outskirts of mobliz until she reaches a precipice that opens to the endless , enduring sky .  tales of 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 and 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂 , of 𝙽𝚄𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳𝚂 and 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 , of his 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 ... his love 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 ...  digits brush against the dried remains of sorrow before one new droplet stains the parchment , then another , tears running down her face .  ❝ vaan , i miss you , too ... but i know you belong to the sky .  i understand ... because i used to belong there , too . ❞  𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the faint vestiges of ancient magic vanishing into thin air .  a wistful laugh escapes her as she closes her eyes , folds the letter and presses it 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 .  ❝ but it’s okay .  we’ll be okay .  because wherever you go ... ... my love will be with you . ❞

✦ @stories-in-song​​​ :     4. Do you prefer monogamous or poly ships?

i wouldn’t necessarily call it a preference , but i suppose i have the tendency to lean into monogamous shipping .  that goes for terra specifically as well , but that’s probably because i can’t really picture her in a poly ship .  but that’s just my opinion  .

romance and friendship ship asks .

✦ @numinousdread​ :      “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” from Locke! <3

❝ locke ... ! ❞

his declarations of protection never cease to astonish the spellcaster , ever since he vowed to stay be her side in the mines of narshe not too long ago .  at first , it puzzled the girl .  why do so much for an alleged former enemy , a mere stranger , such as herself ?  so many people were helping her , but so many people wanted to use her for her power , too , and though she dislikes thinking about it now , there was once a time when she did not know where the self-proclaimed treasure hunter fell in that matter .  even so , camaraderie flourished in the most troubling of circumstances , and she knew his dedication was the genuine article .  then , and now , he is a 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 , perhaps the person she trusts most of all .

❝ ... me too .  don’t think you’re the only one .  i have your back , too , locke ! ❞

@thiefwho​ said :     Boops her nose.

    she’s deep in thought , questions swirling , colliding , overlapping one another .  the girl is a mystery that implores answers , an important truth hidden in the midst of a harsh cacophony .  perhaps he notices from her silence or the sudden halt of her steps , or how although she is right behind him , she feels leagues apart , as if any moment now , she could disappear in front of him into the chasm of her mind .  perhaps that is why , light as a finger , his touch grazes the tip of her nose , gently but just enough to bring her back to him , and the spell that has entranced her is lifted at once .

     ❝ huh ? ❞

     startled , the former soldier blinks , mouth ajar and widened eyes suddenly alert to her surroundings , in particular to the smiling face — and she could have sworn she had gleamed a hint of relief — of a certain treasure hunter .  somehow , his presence calms her and she relaxes , fretfulness now forgot .

     ❝ locke ... ❞

     smiles seem to come so naturally for the adventurer , although she cannot help but feel a strange weight to it .  there is something there , beneath the apparent cheerfulness that effortlessly draws her in ... ... but she senses she shouldn’t ask .  it is another door that cannot be opened just yet .

     ❝ sorry ... ❞  lilac irises trail down ; if she was a normal girl , she would probably feel embarrassed to have been caught off-guard .  but she is not a normal girl .  ❝ did you say something ?  i ... ... wasn’t paying attention ... ❞

@painsrequiem​ :     One maester sends his best (and a flower) on this day of birth. 🌺

     celebrating the day of one’s birth is a rite that persists to be ambivalent to the girl descended of human and esper , recalling the years in which the day would be spent unadorned and ignored , the mere concept non-existent , replaced by a brief glimpse of happiness when it was finally recognised and her life valued for more than her magic , only for such mirthful feelings to be cruelly dashed by the excess of the material , the demand for gratitude ... ... eyes that did not smile and a smile that frightened her .  celebrating the birthdays of her children and her friends were easier and far less perplexing , but when it came to her own , she would feel much the stranger and strange for it .  surely no humans feels like this ...  but kind words expressed and petals that obscure her vision rouse the spellcaster from a most somber contemplation as she lifts up her viridescent crown of curls , wide-eyed and blinking .

     ❝ for me ? ❞ she beams in surprise .  gentle hands receive the stem , ;bringing the blossom up to inhale the fragrance before cradling it to her chest .  it’s pretty .

     for a moment , and she hopes , for longer than that , her doubts have vanished — all for such a small thing .

     ❝ thank you . ❞

@hercbled​ said :     HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)

@ndeavor said :     FELIZ CUMPLE!!!

@amepcrdue said :     Happy birthday!!!!

     CUTIES ALL OF YOU TY ❤️

@re-no​ said :     happy birthday love !!!!

@kissafist​ said :     AHHHHHH happy happy birthday kayceee!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 🎉🎁🎊 💖💖💖

@ablackwing​ said :     gasp! hap birf! you leveled up! i hope you have a stupendous birthday! ( birthday wishes from someone who admires you from afar? OH YES. )

@resplendcnce​ said :     happy birthday, kaycee! 🥰🎉 hope you are well! ♥

     heart eyes and chinhands @ all of you !!  thank you !

@swornoasis​ said :     hi kaycee honey!! i know it's been a hot minute since we last talked but know that i always think of you fondly and pray for your health and happiness! thats why im here to wish you a happy birthday because you deserve it, you sweet bean! you're so kind and caring and you work so hard and i want to bless you with endless things that can make you smile today or let you rest with peace of mind! i love you dearly!! xoxo

     lies down and creys because ofc kim would tug at my heartstrings like this SCREECHES !!!!  / clutches @ heart !!  i hope things have been going well for you and that you’re safe and healthy .  even if we haven’t talked in a hot minute ( which is perfectly okay btw , no worries ) , you know i am always in your corner rooting for you !  i love that you’re taking everything at your own pace and you finally have a muse that completes you and ahhhhhh 💖 💖 💖 💖  always wishing the best for you and all that you do .  blessu and ilu kim !  ty !

@sinnhelmingr & @ofgunblade​ said :    🍑   :   how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance ?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair , makeup , grooming , and clothing ?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t ?

     terra ... spends a quite a decent amount of time on her physical appearance , initially out of her unconscious + subconscious familiarity towards the routine , but this changes overtime .  during terra’s upbringing in vector , k.efka ( @omnislaught​ ) was the one who personally and predominantly looked after her in this regard — fixing her hair , selecting her clothes , applying her make-up ; she was very much a doll to him , an inanimate object for him to control — so although she starts off the story mostly amnesiac , i headcanon that she has small instances of recalling being doted on in such a manner + knowing how to do it herself because she vaguely remembers it being done for her .  however , it is because her body subconsciously remembers this that with the good also comes the bad .  at first , terra instinctively harbours a fear of someone else being in close physical contact with her , especially with her hair , because it unconsciously drums up recollections about k.efka , the precision and the possessiveness of it all — i.e. in the sense that she needs to look a certain way , act a certain way , be what he wants her to be , etc .  as time goes on , however , the amount of time she spends on herself deceases because , well , to put it bluntly , terra has no interest in her own vanity and she does not even recognise her own attractiveness .  and her selection of clothing isn’t so much out of a personal preference than partly out of k.efka’s incluence and partly because of her penchant for finding value in anything + everything ( ex : the shopping trip for gau in jidoor in world of ruin ) .  so eventually she starts growing out of her previous influences and basically if she feels that she looks ready to greet the day and spend time with others , then that’s good enough for her .  and post-game , she actually doesn’t tie her hair up at all — much like how she appears by the end of the game as a symbol of her freedom from the empire — unless on special occasions or if she’s returning to battle again ( i.e. a d.issidia-esque scenario ) .

fruity headcanon prompts   ♡   symbol meme .

@reversegaia​ said :     "Hey, can you spare a heart? Mine was just stolen!" Wink wink. Wonk wonk WINK.

    ...... ...... he’s so obvious , it’s almost endearing .

     ❝ is that so ? ❞ she muses innocently , a playfulness detected in her tone as she humours the rogue .  ❝ i never thought i’d live to see the day someone bested you at thievery , zidane . ❞

@omnislaught​ said :     ❛ did it ever occur to you that you've hurt me , dolly ? hmmm ~ ? ❜ kefka questions , with a shift of his head ; those garish decorations of his catching the light as he did so .

     even in the poorly lit and cheerless prison below the depths of the fortress of steam and iron and machinery , the villain of her waking hours and sleepless hours is positively blinding .  the loud colours and painted smile and excessive decor ... ... truthfully , she has never seen him up close in all of their perilous encounters : a glimpse as she fled the desert kingdom or hurried to the side of the frozen esper valigarmanda , sensing his presence from the stairs leading to the sealed gate as she made her plea to her kin —— but now that she sees him , behind cell bars or otherwise , it is exceedingly strange , for loathe is she to admit it , it is as if she has seen him before .  countless times , again and again and again .  she does not see a stranger when she knows she should .  she knows those garbs , the mannerisms , the twitch of his hands , the impenetrating gaze of his eyes , the paint and the face that lay beneath it ...  it is all so undeniably and frighteningly familiar , though harbouring no memory of this man at all .  she tries to reassure and rationalise .  it should not be a surprise .  she was a soldier of the empire — it would be only natural for her to sense some lingering recognition towards those of similar bearing ... ... but she did not feel this way when she first laid eyes upon the other imperial generals or the emperor .

     only this man .  only kefka .

     the realisation offers her no comfort , only revulsion and unease .

     perhaps that is why , despite common sense and better judgment , or the objection of her comrades if they knew where she was , or of all the places that she could have gone within the city that was supposedly her home , she had found herself drawn to him : the single constant within the cacophony of chaos .  she could never admit it , but it is the truth , all the same .  she is bound to him .  from the first moment she saw him ... she already knew .

     that does not mean she accepts it , no — her entire body trembles in opposition of where she stands .  she wants to run , she wants to go anywhere that this man isn’t , so that his eyes aren’t on her , so that he cannot find her again .  the bars that separate them are inconsequential .  they neither protect her nor keep him out .

     he will find a way .

     he will always , always find a way ...

     ❝ ... did it ever occur to me ? ❞ the girl finally finds her voice as she repeats his words slowly , carefully , as if she did not hear him correctly when his words were so utterly absurd .  ❝ you’ve done nothing but try to hunt me down and hurt my friends .  i’ve never thought of it , not once ! ❞  disbelief etches upon her face , of his illogicality , of her sudden outburst , as unfamiliar sensations boil inside of her , flames threatening to grow .  the audacity to pose such a question , and to make her question herself ... !  it confuses her , disturbs her .  a wave of nausea washes over her .

     so eerily familiar ... ...

     she should not be here .  it was a mistake to be here .  in his presence , she is exposed .  she can’t hide anything , not from him .

     why ?

     ❝ why is it ... for some reason , when i’m in vector , inside these walls ... and when i look at you ... i feel like there’s something inside of me , something scary ... that’s about to overflow ... ❞  she doesn’t know why she is asking this .  she doesn’t want to know , she doesn’t want to know .  she is afraid of the answer .  and yet , and yet , the words spill over , clumsily and frantically and desperately .  what will break her — knowing or not knowing ?  it is possible that she will fracture either way .  but even if it frightens her , she must face this .  him , the single constant ... the truth .  ❝ tell me , why do i feel this way ?  what is it about you ?!  tell me ! ❞

@sovereigndorado​ said :     "Excuse me miss are you available..." A pause. "... For some tea of course!" 

     she’s on alert now , a muddled combination of wariness and reluctance mingling within the girl’s eyes ; first impressions are imperative , after all .  still , the offer of a cup of tea does have her softening a little — perhaps it helps , but not by any great means , that his mannerisms bring edgar to mind .  inhaling a breath , she soothes her nerves and rests a hand against her chest .

     ❝ ... who are you ? ❞