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gatheredfates · 2 months

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Hi, my name is Sea, and welcome to my general FFXIV blog where I cry over my six-billion ocs! While this blog is mainly used as a repository for my character aesthetics / personal work, I also reblog other peoples' edits, art, shit-posting, events & resources — among other things. ✨

You might know me from my various projects including, but not limited to; Sea's Community Compendium (with updates posted here); Sea's Character Questions, including my single-word fic drive; and The Fireside! I'm also an officer of Firelight Trading Company <FTC> on Balmung and run a casual Discord over at SEAFLOOR!

For an overview of all my characters, you can check out my dossier here. I also have a permanent interaction call you can like here!

Below are a list of links for easy navigation through my blog and its contents. If you'd like to follow my personal blog, that's over on @abyssine. I hope you enjoy your stay! 🪸

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#pinned post #i needed a new pinned #the old one was on the old editor not beta #so i knew i needed to update eventually

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mvsicinthedvrk · 1 year

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@masqce said : [tiptoe] - sender tiptoes past the receiver in the middle of the night ( for mq and xl !! )

Normally, Xie Lian sleeps far more deeply than this, but he's become been a lighter sleeper the last few months. So he blinks sleepily, coming into wakefulness as he hears quiet footsteps against the floor when someone tries to slip past. He sits up slowly and glances around, squinting to see who it is-- though there's really not many people it could be, up and about at this hour. "Mu Qing? Where are you going?"

#beta editor #;; xl ;;#;; xie lian speaks to mu qing ;;#[ doing some old memes so Here have this one! ]

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schwarzwaldcr · 9 months

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discovered the last one freaked out between its last few reblog runs so have an updated discord contact peeps are welcome to poke, just lemme know who you are!

#OOC #ugh tumblr's reblog issues on the beta editor are still terrible #time to remove the old one from queue and put this one in

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fellstcr · 1 year

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@areadri / (semi) plotted !

⚔️ // the enlightened one let loose a long , slow breath that fogged in the moonlight. she watched it bloom and dissipate from her perch at the edge of the mistwood , then glanced upright at the familiar gait of boots trudging through the snow. her fingers twitched in her lap , hidden from sight beneath the dark blue of her winter cloak. glad , as ever , to see him. wanting to greet him , as she used to. as she usually did. ... refraining. ( spiderwort pricked and bloomed across the back of her palms. ) byleth lifted her chin instead.

“dimitri,” she said simply. then stood , wobbling briefly , as vines snapped from her feet. she paid them little heed and marched decidedly towards her house leader. she stilled mere steps from him , gaze catching onto the flower stubbornly blooming from him. “ . . . your eye. . .”

#areadri #areadri / o4 #event // a crocus among us #⚔️ ic. / crest of flames.#⚔️ thread. / closed.#(lmk if u need this migrated to the beta editor at all!)#(ndjksandkjsab im still clinging to the old one w my little cold fingers)#(anyways spiderwort = Momentary happiness)#(he's a brat and she's just happy he's around andjksanbdksabka)#(anyways i set this down)

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toyfulbox · 1 year

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cnt. from here || @universalcrossover

"Ahh.. this is such a long-lasting brain freeze!!" Mitsuru complained, then standing up to dash in place, running all over the dorm room would cause a big ruckus and wake the rest of the sleeping members.

"Hurry, hurry Shiina-senpai!!!" Though the dashing was already working, he was working up a sweat! "I'll keep it up though, until I get worn out!" Mitsuru spoke in between breaths and panting as he continued to dash in place... that is, before he plopped down on the couch all tired-like!

#universalcrossover #💨 dash dash da ze! mitsuru tenma #(( i had to move the old thread to a new post because i'm using the beta editor #along with the xkit extension it wont let me trim the old post properly.. so have a new one !

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chaosbled · 1 year

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* FUMIYA / @dcfygraviity

To say that Fumiya wasn't having a good time would be the biggest understatement of the century. The last few hours had been a liveshow of some of Fumiya's worst nightmares all collected together and played one after the other with no commercial break in between. His adopted sibling had been kidnapped and very likely tortured (if the pseudo zombie apocalypse was anything to go by) and his twin brother had been sent to retrieve them. Alongside Dazai, which really did not put Fumiya's worries to rest in the slightest. He didn't know all the details of Chuuya's history with Dazai, but it was enough to be on edge. But all he could do was sit back and hope for the best. Dazai had already made it back with a sleeping Yumeno, but had disappeared before Fumiya could ask anything about Chuuya's whereabouts, so he'd distracted himself checking and fussing over his little sibling before tucking them into bed, with Yoshiyasu curled up beside them. Good pup. With Yumeno safe and sound, all he could do was wait for news. He'd tried calling and sending a few messages but got no response. That was going to be a fun night, who needed sleep anyway? He must have dozed off at some point because he was woken up by the first few notes of Brother (the personalized ringtone he had set for Chuuya's number) playing from the phone still in Fumiya's back pocket and he had his phone out and hitting the 'accept call' button before the first lyric of the song could even start.

"Chuuya! Thank fuck you finally called back, are you alright?! The shitty mackerel didn't tell me anything...!" Chuuya's rasp of a voice had Fumiya shutting up almost immediately, heart sinking and blood simmering with barely-restrained anger at his brother's words "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming to pick you up right away, hold on tight...!" You're a dead man Dazai, I'll kill you myself, just wait until I get my hands on you! Fumiya cursed against his co-worker in his head even as he sent a quick text to the ADA group chat, asking if someone could come over to look after Yumeno (who was still sleeping last he'd checked) since he had a 'family emergency'. Atsushi showed up less than a minute later, bless his soul, and Fumiya thanked him profusely before rushing out to hop on his bike. Chuuya's phone must have been on its last leg because Fumiya lost its signal before he reached his destination, but by then he was thankfully close enough to spot his brother even from a distance, covered in blood and barely conscious. Corruption always left him worse for wear, Fumiya only ever felt the backlash through the few Arahabaki cells that had been injected into him forever ago (enough to make his body stronger than average but not for him to be able to use Corruption) and he felt like he'd been chewed up and spat out. Chuuya must have felt a hundred times worse. "Don't fall asleep yet, Chuuya, I need to drive to your place and you know I can't drive a car..." Fumiya forced himself to be gentle and handle his brother with care as he checked him over, even when all he wanted to do was pull him into a relieved, bone-crushing hug, all too aware that it would only worsen Chuuya' condition. "I've got you, little brother, it's gonna be okay, I promise..."

Corruption always did a number on his body because using it, in fact, was eating away at his body. A lot of people didn't know this — mostly just family members, his ex-partner, a couple of close friends & of course, the Boss. The use of Corruption would basically burn through every bit of Chuuya's physical energy & start eating away at his nutrient reserves the longer it went on. If he suspected he might have to use it soon, he typically started eating more frequently because the extra fat storage worked as fuel for Arahabaki; the more it had to burn, the less quickly organ damage set in when he was in that state.

Unfortunately, no matter what he did, it would eventually wreck havoc on his body, the question was just how bad it would be, which varied by usage. Right now? His pain level was probably at about an 11/10, there was no way he was going anywhere, anytime soon, without help.

He dozed in & out of consciousness for a bit before he found himself waking up to gentle, worried hands running over his body, & the familiar heat & the energy that seemed to tingle beneath his skin in recognition told him it was Fumiya, his 'twin' for all intents & purposes.

" F-Fumi... " He breathed out, his voice hoarse & crackling with relief. Thank the Gods. Chuuya would never admit it, but deep down was always the lingering fear that he would die in some abandoned dump some day because of the beast inside of him. The thought of dying didn't scare him as much as it probably should... but dying alone? The thought shook him to his core. " Wasn't... asleep..." he insisted.

He bit back a whimper as his arm was pulled up over Fumiya's shoulder to help him stand up, his vision blurred in & out of focus & he took a deep, shuddering breath. " I'll stay awake..." he mumbled, a bit slurred as he did his best to remain upright while his 'older' brother lead the way. Every step sent wrenching pain up through his body which persistently reminded him he should just curl up on the ground & perish. It sounded like a good plan honestly, but he doubted Fumiya would agree.

When he saw the hot magenta motorcycle he snorted a little bit. His brother was so edgy. " ...'Miya you gotta learn how to drive a real vehicle eventually. " he teased, or tried to. It would've been more playful if his voice didn't sound like he'd been swallowing razor blades for the fun of it. Still, Chuuya knew the routine by now, & obediently albeit clumsily slid onto the motorcycle, wrapping his arms around the identical man's waist & pressing his forehead against the back of the shoulder as the bike rumbled to life.

Fuck, he just wanted to sleep.

#;; Hi so I moved this to a new thread bc I'm on Beta editor now & if I try to reply to the old one it'll show my reply twice!#;; I hope that's okay!#DYN | No One Else Could Ever Understand The Bond We Share { Fumiya & Chuuya } / dcfygraviity }#VERSE III | All The King's Horses All The King's Men Couldn't Put Me Together Again { MAIN }#dcfygraviity #INJURY TW #INJURY //

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katyspersonal · 1 year

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Sometimes Tumblr just randomly decides to turn off the feature of using normal post editor instead of awful beta one and this is the only way I can describe my feelings when it happens (and I fear they just took it down for GOOD) :

#tumblr #no legit i hate beta editor #especially the way it makes a single number in numbered list bigger than alfred's moobs #like... please don't do that i want to use old one #every time i am scared it is not a glitch and they just removed old one :(

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nightskied · 1 year

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@distantsuns ! “ it’s gonna work out, alright? i promise.

“ like hell it isn’t ! “ hunched over the textbooks , in the thousandth hour of this hell . they had been at it all night and biochem was making less and less sense by the goddamn minute . everyone was so proud of whatever they thought she was doing in STEM , meanwhile lizze was losing her mind with , possibly , the only person that could withstand one of her studying meltdowns . sure , this could’ve been avoided if only she’d done the proper work beforehand , but life happened , alright ? it wasn’t easy , she was always coming down from something ( the flu , a big night - more often than not as of late - , boy heartache , who knew , there was always something else ) . “ how’s your shit looking ? better ? “ what would her dad think ? she couldn’t fail , this was time and money , and she was losing hours of sleep for something that was DOOMED .

#* elizabeth nilssen levin.#* elizabeth nilssen levin: interaction.#distantsuns #distantsuns: lizze & james.#just a lowkey lil druggie overachiever trying to get thru a biochem exam #(i made this in the old text editor tell me if u need it switched to the beta one)

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radioactiveshitstorm · 2 years

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tagged by @nuclearstorms to make some ocs in this picrew! & i’m tagginggguhhh @nodaudaboutitt, @mariotter6, @witheringlorekeeper, @dystopianutahraptor and fuck idk whoever else, go nuts lol

Ludwik Lewandowski (he/him)

Dresden Baumann (he/him)

Beniir Al-Fadhli (he/him)

#thank u for the tag!#day 3024 of not knowing how to use the new beta post-editor #so i shlump my way through the old one like the tumblr fossil i am

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ma1dita · 4 months

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if you need to be mean (be mean to me)

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 1.5k

summary: (established relationship) The one where he leaves before you wake up. You and Luke both can't ignore what's in front of you—and both of you feel guilty leading up to that night (Luke Castellan x dionysus!reader)

warnings: suggestive mdni if you’re uncomfortable – nondescript mentions of sex

a/n: someones gotta take mitski away from the pjo editors for fucks sake. yes, this is based off of ‘i don’t smoke’ (audiotree live) don’t look at me.

(posted 1/30/24 thanks to my betas ellie and lari @lixzey & @mrsaluado )

'lovers, or partners in crime' comes directly after

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[ you come down and tell me, “i was meant for you”, baby || being with you makes the flame burn good ]

Your father once told you when you were younger that you were a divining rod for mayhem; you attract it, cause it, and in very few instances, you are the cure. It’s why your roles and responsibilities at camp hid you away from your full potential, and Luke knew you could achieve greatness if you left with him. He understood your madness more than you’ll ever know, and saw you for what you are–his cure. But he made his choice long before he recognized his devotion to you, distancing himself in order to fulfill his plans of waging war against the gods. Sweet and sultry words slip from his lips to distract you from the growing distance of his heart from yours. A distraction is what he’s always been, and he’s good at playing the part. After all, everything he’s learned about deception and acting, he’s picked up from you.

The guilt still sits heavy in his heart as he watches you walk around your bedroom the night before he leaves. Luke’s wondered if there’s any way he can convince you to come with him, but he knows your heart is softer than his, more forgiving. He thinks his damnation is past forgiveness anyway.

You trod over to meet him on your bed, hands full of moisturizer as you climb onto his lap and you look so willing and pliant to whatever he’ll say next. Luke knows you’ve been extra gentle with him lately, and it makes him sigh. This would be easier if you hated each other. But that’s the farthest thing from the truth.

Soft hands rub the moisturizer into his skin, delicately caressing his scar, and when he opens his eyes again, you’re smiling and looking how he wants to remember you. His lovely girl, who holds his rage like someone should’ve held his 9-year-old self running away from home. His hands settle around your hips, holding onto you until he can’t anymore and Luke wonders if there was any prophecy out there that could’ve told him that he’d always be running home to you. He just has to take the long way home this time.

By morning, you might not look at him with this much love, and he’s not even sure you’ll forgive him, so he pulls you into a kiss so deep that even Kronos’s attacks on his mind can’t pull him away.

“Mmmm,” you moan, gasping for air as he continues the assault down your neck, marking you with his lips so you have something to remember him by, “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you, angelface?” If only you knew.

“Can’t help it baby, you’ve got a face I’d go to war for,” he mutters, pressing another kiss to your lips, “and a heart I’d die for.” He’s smiling into your cheek, but his expression falters for a moment when you look into his golden-flecked eyes.

Maybe you know more than you let on, awareness cognizant in your features. The jig is up, and he’s ready for you to call him out on it—but a half smile falls upon your face instead, and for some reason, this feels like the inevitable goodbye. There was never much you two could hide from each other after all.

“I know it’s been hard lately, Luke. But let me take your pain away. Please,” and it sounds almost like you’re begging.

The both of you are a little guilty tonight, hearts heavy and conscious of what this means for the both of you, hoping that your actions will suffice as the coercion, the explanation, the apology— instead of the unspoken truth that will come to light when you wake.

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[ if you need to be mean, be mean to me || i can take it and put it inside of me ]

Both of you are more desperate tonight, bodies moving languidly like you have all the time in the world. It’s a conversation in itself as he ruts into you, trying to stuff you to the brim so you won’t forget what it’s like to feel him in your bones.

‘Promise you’ll remember me.’

Here, in the confines of cabin 12, you are his alone, and there are no gods or monsters that can take away the feeling of you from under his fingertips. Yours are grasping onto his arms, leaving crescent-shaped indents as you will away whatever’s eating at his brain, and through the golden glint of his irises, for a moment he looks like himself again, unburdened and soft.

‘Is there any other way?’

He’s convinced your wanton moans are his salvation, legs thrown over his shoulders, and his name in your mouth. You’re hanging onto him for dear life as he melts into you, and you wonder if you hold on any tighter, maybe this won’t have to end. But the both of you are chasing an inescapable conclusion, obstructing any thoughts or words with another tangle of your lips.

‘I don’t know how to be without you.’

Tongues clashing like swords for one last battle, and there’s no winner at the end of this one, no matter how good it feels.

“Luke, p-please!”

The scream rattles your throat and his fingers graze your pulsepoint as he moans lowly, watching your eyes roll back. It’s undetermined what you’re asking for, but the both of you bask in what comes after, him falling into your embrace as you writhe at the thought of wondering if this is the only glory you can offer him and if it’s enough to satiate his inherent need for revenge.

‘How do you expect me to forget you?’

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[ if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room || you can lean on my arm as you break my heart || just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are ]

'You could fix him.'

The thought echoes as loudly as Kronos’ orders recalibrate in his brain the edges blurred from your powers, and he stares up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling as he lets out a deep breath.

His mind is clearer than it’s been in months, and his gaze turns to see you watching him, messy hair framing your sleepy face. Your eyelids flutter slowly as you both take each other in, immortalizing this moment with both of you hoping the other will change their mind. Luke pulls your hand to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips before holding it over his heart. If there was anything else you could do to extract his madness, you’ve already exhausted all your efforts. And if there was a way to make you see his perspective, he’s run out of words to convince you. Both of you are stubborn and more like your fathers than you care to admit; what a shame that neither of you has the power to prove them wrong. The fear is the only thing keeping you both awake now. If you close your eyes, you might never see him again.

“You need to rest now, baby. Think I’m gonna stay up for a little while longer,” Luke whispers into the dim light.

“Are you gonna stay here tonight?” The words slur from your lips as you fight the weight of your eyelids, desperate for a moment longer with your lover. You hope that even as you lose consciousness you’ll still be able to finish the job for his sake.

“There’s nowhere else I’d be, trouble.”

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[ i am stronger than you give me credit for ]

As soon as he’s sure you’re asleep, he lifts your hand off his heart and sneaks out from under your covers without a sound. Pulling his clothes on and grabbing his converse, Luke makes sure there’s no trace left of him here. It’ll be easier for you when you wake up, less of his mess to pick up after. He looks around your room and admires how it’s a museum of your relationship—a liberty he was never able to have or fully share with you in cabin 11.

Surely that’s the gods’ fault too, that he’s never had anything to call his own besides you and the space you share with him wholeheartedly. His fingers hover over the photos of you two tacked to your bulletin board, and the flowers he picked from the field sitting in a vase. Luke turns to you, creeping to your sleeping figure, and tucks you in properly under the duvet, hands seamlessly making his side of the bed. He tries to ignore your outstretched hand resting on his pillow.

At the very least, Luke hopes you know that he cares for you so meticulously in this way, knowing that he’s about to lose himself as soon as he walks off the campgrounds. He hovers over the foot of your bed, inhaling the scent of berries and linen for one last time.

“It’s you and me, trouble. I love you.”

Every step he takes towards the door and down the stairs of your loft is a nail in his coffin.

Luke chooses to wage war upon the world so that when you find him again, he’ll be a better man.

A hero.

All for you.

He just hopes that he can see it through.

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“To make her happy, I would invent God if I had to.” -Marguerite Duras

next part: lovers, or partners in crime

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#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x dionysus!reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo imagine #luke castellan angst #made by ma1dita ♥︎#trouble!verse #thank you for reading my love ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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