@minarcana sent ❝ can’t believe you’re on your feet already. ❞ from rusi'a Last of Us Pt 2 Sentence Starters

"It's not as bad as everyone saying..." The young adventurer starts slowly, nervously, rubbing the back of her bandaged right ear until she catches the warning expression from Mother Miounne behind the counter. Flinching, she suddenly recalls one of the chirurgeons telling her that she isn't supposed to touch the back of that ear for a long while.

Eep. I think it wasn't that bad...It's too bad I can't remember how I even found my way back to the Canopy...

"The chirurgeons here in Gridania are greatly skilled healers, and I'd say they've earned their reputation in that regard. They were able to help me in time." She says more firmly, then adds, "I think some of the talk is exaggerated if not overly embellished."

@minarcana said: [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare - uri+ryne

nights were always the hardest to settle in for, despite minfilia's growing ease within the bookman's shelves. she hoped it might be different -- today was fun, practicing with her knives with thancred, eating supper together, listening to her fathers banter before inevitably wishing her good night. funny how she almost looked forward to that. someone saying good night and good morning.

as calm and at home as she felt in her bed, the nightmares oft invaded without consideration. ' you'll find it impossible to escape this time. ' ah, that voice again. ' now that we know their tricks... they won't get another chance to poison your mind with lies. i'm disappointed in you, minfilia. ' it takes a few moments for the fear to settle over minfilia's tiny frame. she's in her room -- her old room, now without any color or life. like ranj'it drained it as a means to punish her. this was a fear deeply imbedded in her heart, being forced from her new family and shoved into her prison.

while the nightmare grew darker and darker, minnie had no idea she began calling out for her dad. at first a vague whisper, then louder into frightened cries. it isn't until a firm shake of her shoulder that she manages to wake, briefly looking around in terror - expecting to find herself right where she dreads. unusually vivid blue eyes meet gentle green, now trying to catch her breath. ' can i -- ' she sniffs, blinking away tears now threatening to spill. ' can i sleep closer to you and thancred ? it was the same dream. '

⭐ hiii um hi yes,

send a " ⭐ " and i will list muses i would be interested in throwing at yours. / @minarcana

urianger and minfiliiiiia (said like activia) are so special to me. i've always liked their canon interaction and was sad that more didnt happen with it eventually :( please more content for couple of book besties

but also most of my ffxiv muses would know uri! carmilla, chiyo, & samarra (endwalker post patch spoilers on her page but they have text warnings around them, so you should be able to avoid them) all are scions so at the very least that man's their coworker. carmilla has valuable knowledge about the golmorran jungle & thavnair so at the very least, plus the issue of being possessed, so maybe an intellectual conversation?

i also shipped chiyo with thancred before i knew uricred existed so i find that deeply funny. shared custody of your twink with your friend. uri gets him on weekdays and chiyo gets weekends, like a divorce agreement for your kid. neither looks each other in the eye while they pass him back and forth.

PLEASE SHOW MINFI YOUR SMUTTY LITERATURE LAUREL SHE'S DYING HERE. SHE HAS ONE BOOK yes one book. she got it from an uldahn merchant, it was horrifically cheap, its so badly written. that merchant probably wrote it himself. help her she's a late twenties virgin and she'll die that way if thancred has any say

laurel you know who else thought she was a god and can still summon tsukiyomi if put through the proper channels? yotsuyu. fight fight fight kiss kiss

chiyo did the scholar quests in her wol canon, so she would love to um. respect aroro's personal space and definitely not give thousand kisses of death. (aroro's so cute. unbearable.)

samarra is a creepy voidsent posing as an ejinn who always does well in the naadam but is generally offputting, violent, and abhors clothes. so i'm saying tsolmon and esugen probably know her but it is a hella mixed bag on whether they'd like her. maybe they'd give her a shirt who knows.

m'rahja's page isn't up yet but she was kidnapped from ala mhigo (and separated from her husband + child), brought to garlemald, and ended up marrying a stern legatus and having his son (m'teo) as well as getting prosthetic legs for her disability that were unavailable in eorzea/ala mhigo. it's possible she may have met gaius through her husband at a garlean function, though i don't know that they'd have cared much for the other. still, its worth mentioning!

❛  where doth thou think'st thou art going?  ❜:/ from uri [[it feels like its been 45 years since i saw u online /j hello]]

𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. @minarcana

A smirk formed on his lips as he turned to face Urianger, his eyebrow raising slightly. "What does it look like?" he quipped back. "I'm going out. You are welcome to come along if you'd like. I think some fresh air might do you some good."

@minarcana x

myste ? mayhap the warrior is already weary from her travels throughout norvrandt, concern etching itself within haurchefant’s gentle gaze. he can’t help glancing over laurel for any injuries, lest she return to her friends in poor condition. all he finds is restricted posture and uncertainty — that he may be the problem here, and the way she speaks his name only cements his worry. you don’t know me, right ? oh, but it feels like he does after hearing of her bravery. he dare not speak that aloud.

‘ unfortunately we have not met yet. tis my belief i could never forget someone like you. ‘ he tries to remain lighthearted, regardless of any nagging hesitation at the back of his mind. the exarch may very well lose his mind if revealed his knight accidentally offended his favored hero. he offers a slight bow after taking a step back, providing space between them. ‘ you must be laurel ! the exarch has spoken highly of you, as i’m sure you’re already aware. truly, i — if i have upset you, i wish to ask your forgiveness. ‘

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pats his head like a dog

     NERVOUSLY flits his eyes around because he’s unsure of how to receive this simple affection but it’s not as if he’s displeased by it either ! If he had a tail then it surely would be wagging in bashful delight. “ Is ... something on my head ? ”

"I have thee to look after me, why shouldst I then worry for myself?" Maybe the sincerity is worrying. || @minarcana + Urianger

Thancred's gaze softens briefly over Urianger... even if there's some annoyance at his words.

The Elezen is sitting in a chair while Thancred dabs blood from his nose a few more times before a hand comes up and cards through Urianger's hair a few times, making sure there's no cuts along his scalp or hairline that need tending to as he imagines infection is not the best way to go out.

"I need you to worry for yourself if I can't be there for you, Urianger." If there were any outside observers to his words it might not sound as if Thancred is scolding the Astrologian, but they have known each other for so long that he knows it should get through to the other slightly. Just like Thancred knows Urianger well enough that he's rested enough now that he should be able to tend to his own wounds, but is letting Thancred pitifully dab at the superficial wounds for himself, and he's thankful for the consideration. It gives Thancred a reason to rest a hand over Urianger's shoulder and neck area, thumb gently set up where he can feel the other man's steady heartbeat with the gorget abandoned on a table somewhere.

The reality was that Thancred threw himself in the face of danger far more often than Urianger got the chance to (and he preferred it that way). "Plus... all these years and I still don't get your tea right." he teased, thumb smoothing over his companion's collarbone twice before pulling his hands away fully now.

"You'll be right as rain this time though, thank the Twelve."

Urianger cups Theo's face in hand, looking on him with an expression of great fondness. "It hath been far too long since last I beheld thee." he leans down and kisses Theo once, twice, again. "I was pressed much by loneliness. Thou shalt have to make it up to me, nay?" A little of a smile in his words, to let Theo know he's just teasing a bit.

ㅤㅤWHAT might've been mere days may as well have been months or even years to those who were forcibly dragged into the First before Theodore could even fathom it. When faced with the reality of how long it's truly been since his fellow Scions arrived in this unknown world, Theodore couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for being unable to do anything until he himself had been summoned to the First.

ㅤㅤTheodore knew better than anyone else that no one could've done anything with all that transpired these past several days but when he saw Urianger and Y'shtola's bodies fall limp before his eyes, he felt as if his whole world had crumbled in that moment. Thancred being the first victim was more than enough to incite panic among the Scions but the moment there was a possibility that the rest of the Scions could follow suit, Theodore was overcome with fear. He became desperate to find answers alongside those who still remained and devoted himself to sleepless nights to seek their whereabouts until he himself had suddenly fallen victim to the call from another world.

ㅤㅤHe had woken up in a realm completely unlike Eorzea; a blindingly white sky, vibrant forests and a crystal palace -- it was all too much to take in when realizing he was no longer in the world he knew all his life. He probably would've panicked if it weren't for the robed man who introduced himself as the Crystal Exarch. Theodore initially harbored a great deal of suspicion towards this man who summoned the Scions out of nowhere but at the very least, he was there to explain the situation and alleviate any worries that Theodore might've had prior to his summoning. Despite everything, there was only one question that consumed his mind long before his arrival: where were his friends ? As soon as he was appraised of the situation and their whereabouts, he quickly set off on a journey to reunite with Urianger, worried about how he's managed to fare in a foreign world ( he would save his anger towards the Exarch for a later time ).

ㅤㅤSo here he was, finally basking in the warmth of Urianger's love, his heart overflowing with joy after what felt like a millennia. He had nearly broken down into tears when they met face-to-face again ( the mere sight of his beloved doing well was more than enough to wash away the dreadful fear of loss he had prior before he was summoned ) and rushed into his arms. Oh ... how he missed the sound of his voice; unbashedly candid with the loving fondness he possessed for Theodore alone. Then came the familiar lips to commemorate their long-awaited reunion ( the nostalgic warmth of his kisses was a pleasant reminder of how they never failed to make Theodore absolutely melt into the affection ). " Urianger ..." He softly called out his name against his lips in a tremble; his words quivering as they attempted to contain the tears that threatened to overflow.

ㅤㅤ" I ... I'm so relieved you're alright. Although it's been mere days for me ... I'm certain that it's been far longer for you. Even then, it's felt like years since I last heard you -- no even felt you. There's far too much I want to talk to you about but ... I suppose the first thing I should do is make up for lost time. " He laughed tearfully before raising a hand to rest atop of Urianger's. He closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth of his palm. " ... Perhaps we shouldn't linger at the entrance lest the pixies interrupt our time together. They certainly did give me a hard time before I got to visit you. " Despite their mischief, being here with Urianger once more made it all the more worth it.

@minarcana from here

Urianger knows that Calem is not the type of person to be kind to himself. Someone should be, though; he deserves this much. A gentle treatment. It seems that this was... not quite inevitable, but unsurprising to happen. Urianger is carefully holding Calem's jaw, leaning where their foreheads are touching.

He kisses Calem brief and soft, making it perfectly easy for the other to duck back if he wants to. Hardly more than the ghost of a gesture. Because how is he supposed to.... ? "Calem, my dear companion." He draws away a little, brushes his thumb over Calem's cheek. "I wisheth not to overstep my bounds, or thy comfort. But I wisheth as well to show thee this sort of affection. What is it that thy comfort may avail of me?" He is allowed to be so close, but still— is it too much if he asks for further? Already he wishes to kiss Calem again. He wants to see him blush, if...

Well, maybe that's getting ahead of himself.

___

Urianger was one of the people he trusted most. Probably the one who understood the most about him too. He was so much to Calem, though he didn't always understand it.

The kiss was still a surprise though. As soft and gentle as it was it left him breathless. He wasn't used to softness like that. He leans his cheek into Urianger's hand, lifting his own to keep it close.

The Elezen takes a step back and Calem's heart drops, he follows him, hands dropping only to snake around and up to be at Urianger's waist. Claws lightly tickling the bare skin, no attempt to hurt. He was more than a blade with the advisor.

"Would you do that again please?" He asked.

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no dont die how is laurel supposed to cheer her on if shes dead!!!!!!!!!

❃ You fool! Have you not ever heard of the phrase 'dying of embarrassment'?!

@minarcana​ sent  "If thou were out causing problems and that explaineth thy belated arrival, I can offer thee no judgement. Unless, perchance, thou were caught causing problems." | Urianger

“Um...” She pauses to think for a moment and shakes her head. It wasn’t as if she had been causing problems on purpose, but she at least got her task done. The young keybearer takes out several tomes out of her bag and on top the table before sitting down. The tasks felt much easier to get done now that she was working with her keyblade again. 

“Nope, I didn’t get caught.” Selena answers with more confidence, “These were the ones, right?” Despite improving on her Eorzean letters, she still mixes several up on occasion. 

@minarcana said: [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms laurel+haurche

every strange suspicion he's had about the light wardens, those he's shoved down out of necessity, seems to come true before his very eyes. the knight's smile drops as quickly as laurel does, his arms wrapping around her before she could flop to the cold soil below. rather than set her down, he keeps her locked within his grasp, careful to help her lean over in case she felt sick.

of course she feels sick. in asking for help to save their ( their -- it doesn't sound quite now ) world, they're asking laurel to poison herself. g'raha promised him she would be alright, yet whatever this was didn't assure him. ' are you alright ? well ... a better question, how can i help ? laurel ? ' he flinches at the desperation in his own voice. she's clearly alive, though violently feverish to touch. he doesn't pay attention to the fact it almost burns his skin.

he brushes hair from her face, cradling her like something fragile rather than a warrior. ‘ laurel … there there, my sweet flower, i’ve got you. deep breaths. i ought to bring you back to dra —‘ he pauses, frowning. ‘ to rest. we’ve all asked enough of you for today. ‘

@minarcana || i don't know what you are but we are the same

Knives would be the first to admit he has no idea what a Tonberry is or why people seem to be afraid of it. The name might imply some sort of sapient fruit, perhaps? But it doesn't look much like a fruit so maybe not.

Still, it doesn't seem particularly dangerous. If anything out of everyone he's met so far it's probably the most practical person on the planet.

That's why he offers it half an Archon Loaf.

"Do you have a name?"

a new years eve kiss from urianger-- the faint taste of wine on his lips explains the daring move of showing affection where others might see.

Come claim your new year’s kiss

@minarcana

The crowd was starting to gather to ring in Heavensturn, the start of a new year. Thancred was content to be in a corner by himself, but was caught by surprise when he glanced up to see Urianger approach.

“So, you’ve come to join me have you?” He quipped with a smirk.

3…

He then noticed that the elezen was leaning in closer than usual.

2…

Thancred felt his heart threaten to leap from his chest, smelling the mixture of wine with Urianger’s natural scent.

1…

He closed his eyes and leaned in, his lips meeting the other’s as the clock struck midnight. The rogue snaked his hands up the elezen’s chest and around his neck. There was honestly no better way to welcome the new year.

@minarcana said: "what the swivving shit are you doing?!" laurel shouts as she watches mina slip up close to her during a fight. can she not see this monster is winding up for something major? it doesn't matter what weak spot mina's trying to go for, there's nothing their armour is going to do. the spark of preparatory magic coalesces and laurel doesn't have any time to relocate herself without still hitting mina with the magic's splash so- fuck it. instead of shielding herself, laurel turns and whacks mina with the flat of her axe like it's a shovel and sends mina skidding with a stumble far out of the way right as a massive ball of offensive magic slams into laurel.

with her axe occupied she didn't have the time to swing it in front of her to take the brunt of the hit. she emerges barely standing, burnt and bloody, holding the magical chain of holmgang tied to the beast to keep her standing. "are-you-bloody-stupid?!" she snarls through grit teeth. "if you wanna die, save it for later!" it'll take a bit for the beast to gather itself for more attacks, at least, by which time laurel should be able to whack it enough to fuel her wounds closing. they're already trying to as she raises her weapon one-handed to bring it down sloppily on the beast.

you’re no good, you know ? what use is a performer that hides away !

those words sprout up like toxic bulbs, oft echoed by asi’mina’s former ringleader. they had nothing to do with the performances, but the many - many - fights and conflicts darrien caused throughout their travels. a troupe always defends their leader ! won’t that be FUN ! an ideal now ingrained in their head, whether or not their training dictates otherwise. whether the very competent warrior tells them otherwise.

the expression mina wears, however briefly they stare at laurel, holds something broken. unfathomably detached, a hollow shell. they want to take the hit, completely feel it’s deserved as part of their role. how else can they honor being called a hero ? - they, who barge into danger because of events that happened years ago.

the axe collides with mina quicker than they can formulate any words. although dazed, stumbling like a baby animal, they’re completely uninjured by the attack. their heart leaps to their throat, reaching towards laurel until her question cuts through them. why die later, like a coward ? they wonder vaguely, but those thoughts are too dangerous during a fight. instead they hiss up at laurel in painful agitation. ‘ sorry. sorry. you didn’t have to protect me if i’m so stupid, i know what i’m doing. ‘ mina stops bearing their fangs, backing away instead. no sense staying close, and disappointing laurel —- they aren’t sure what’s worse. ‘ let’s just kill it. ‘

@minarcana | moved from legacy post (theo's getting smooched)

ㅤㅤ THE archivist found himself clinging tightly onto the other, perhaps out of fear that this moment would end far too soon but when he found himself being pulled along until Urianger’s back hit the bookshelf, he felt his heart flutter from the prospect of indulging a moment longer. He flinched at his partner's teasing response, suddenly finding himself overcome with embarrassment from having been too overeager ( Urianger’s sarcasm was almost deafening in the face of Theodore’s shame ) but for some reason, he wouldn’t have it any other way. “ T - truthfully ... you caught me by surprise but I hope you’ll forgive me for my ... lack of experience. ” He was certain his inexperience seeped in between their kisses but he was at least relieved that Urianger seemed to possess some form of experience because otherwise, it probably would’ve been a clumsy exchange of their lips ( still he wondered just how many people he’s been with prior to Theodore ).

ㅤㅤ He was once again caught by surprise when Urianger wordlessly drew in for yet another kiss but he managed to better prepare himself this time around and let their lips wed anew with ease. This time, he allowed himself to be fully taken in by Urianger’s control, also reminding himself to breathe if their kiss prolonged for a few breaths longer. The kiss started slow but yet somehow a tinge more passionate than the last ( despite the satisfaction of having their lips joined together once more, Theodore felt a desire set alight within him; a shameful desire for their passions to bloom into something more ). It wasn’t long before he gave into his urges and he clumsily drew even closer against Urianger’s form; pressing himself deeper into the kiss as if to satiate the thirst that was consuming his very being. His lack of experience however, prevented him from taking the next step and he whimpered helplessly into the kiss, almost as if he were pleading his partner to give him a taste of what he had been yearning for all this time. 

ㅤㅤ “ Urianger -- ” He gasped breathlessly, fingers clutching onto the fabric at Urianger’s chest for purchase, chartreuse eyes begging for something -- anything more in this moment.