crystalmannequin

[crystalmannequin]

(hi)

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #(hi!!)

[crystalmannequin]

PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE *  assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary

who said i agreed to any of this?

i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.

you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.

oh no. don't tell me it's locked.

i was hired to protect you. that's my job.

i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.

i don't want to be stuck here with you.

i'll work with anyone but you.

i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.

they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.

how long do you think we'll be stuck here?

is that the only tent we have?

i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.

it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.

you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.

you can't get rid of me that easily.

i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.

don't get any ideas.

i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.

until you came along, i had this under control.

if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.

why did they sit me next to you?

i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.

out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.

guess you're just gonna have to get over it.

i thought you were worse than this.

i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.

you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.

well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.

i told them i don't need a bodyguard.

i never wanted to spend this much time with you.

all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.

you're not as bad as i thought you were.

we might as well try to get along.

i guess i should learn a little bit about you.

i think that means we're the only ones left.

there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.

you again? i've seen enough of you already.

i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?

they're counting on us to save them.

since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.

i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.

honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.

there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.

fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.

as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.

i think we're snowed in for a while.

you could always sleep on this side of the bed.

we have to at least pretend we like each other.

the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.

i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.

you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.

you don't have a say in the matter.

looks like we're stuck here.

just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.

i'm not sharing a tent with you.

i need you to stay out of my way.

could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?

#𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓾𝓮𝓵 ! (ask meme) #(SOMEONE'S been neglecting WoL for a month. oopsies) #(so ill use this to try n get back into the swing of things maybe) #(then ill get to responses. maybe)

[crystalmannequin]

                      Have I lived enough?                       Have I loved enough?                       Have I considered Right Action enough,                             have I                             come to any conclusion?                       Have I experienced happiness with                             sufficient gratitude?                       Have I endured loneliness with grace?

#𝓭𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽 . (musings)

[crystalmannequin]

(ooof sorry i just like completely fucking Died for a hot minute there, ill set a reminder for my rps and such! hopefully i will get like. Something done tomorrow. even if its not a whole response ill work on my drafts!)

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc)

[crystalmannequin]

(  ...  a  witch  created  from  the  stream  of  chaos  that  exists  through  multiple  time  loops.  as  the  god  himself  breathes  darkness,  she  is  one  with  his  wishes.  in  her  mind,  she  is  his  companion  …  his  love,  the  one.  the  bride  who  awaits  his  return  fervently,  with  hushed  prayers.  she  carries  his  out  his  will.  )

 an  independent,  highly  selective  OC  for  the  final  fantasy  series by the name of fina.  with  heavy  connection  to  final  fantasy  i  (  &  by  extension,  stranger  of  paradise  )  &  inspiration  from  final  fantasy  viii.

content  of  a  dark  nature  will  be  present.  including  but  not  limited  to:  manic  love, toxic relationships, insanity,  sadism,  blood, vampirism  &  visceral  mentions.

#promos #(very good writer and nice person all around) #(always reblog for fina) #𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc)

[crystalmannequin]

#𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 (music) #(i do quite like his sopff theme)

[crystalmannequin]

(when i finally have the energy to figure out html-ing first ill use golbeza as a lab rat and then ill make a blog for prince scott final fantasy ii. and then ill make WoL all fancy. someday)

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc)

[crystalmannequin]

✧*̥˚💙✦ask meme✦💙*̥˚✧

╰─▸✦@cornelianlute: "you're not what i expected ..."

"... I see." The Warrior's brow furrowed slightly as he knelt down next to the fallen Princess, dirtying his skirts with the Chaos Shrine's grime. From his battle, he was unscathed, aside from a myriad scuffs and indents in his armour and a bloodless cut on his cheek. "My pardons."

What had she been expecting? He wondered in what way he lacked. Perhaps she had thought it would be a knight of her own kingdom to rescue her, and not a group of battle-ready wanderers - indeed, it must have been surprising that the ones to save her were not even those obligated to her guard.

The Warrior shook his head, holding out a hand as to help her stand up. She didn't seem to be harmed in any way; although her dressings were torn and bloodied, none of it looked to be hers. "Nevertheless, we should make haste. Even with your kidnapper disposed of, this shrine is filled with monsters, and your safe return is first and foremost." It was what he had promised to the King, after all.

#𝓲 𝓪𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 . (answered ask) #cornelianlute #princess sarah

[crystalmannequin]

╰─▸✦continued from this starter 💙 @sanguinesocierie.・゜-: ✧ :-

"Pardon?" The single-word response was coloured with a tangible note of incredulity, just enough so to stand out from a monotonous baritone. "You cannot be referring to Garland." What an exaggerated way to do so; not one he thought the stalwart might actually care for, either. The Warrior of Light looked to the witch as she glared down at him, his expression a frozen mask - he gestured for his companions to stay a ways behind him, though they approached her with weapons at the ready. He had no need to listen to a foe's words, but the particularities of the witch's dialogue tended to stir memories. That had been happening a lot as of late; it was a new and undiagnosed feeling. Was this what nostalgia was supposed to be? Impractical, he noted.

As the entirety of her question dawned on him, the Warrior's eyes narrowed near-imperceptibly, like glittering shards of ice. "... Why would you inquire as to such a thing? It is not relevant to the situation at hand." Blunt and matter-of-fact, it was his honest opinion - coincidentally, it doubled as flat dismissal. "As my enemy, you shouldn't waste time. Is it not a fight you're looking for?" It seemed he kept having to state the obvious, and at this point he thought she might be throwing all common sense to the wayside on purpose. Not only was she spending her own time uselessly, but she was impeding their goal. They needed to make it to the Earth Cavern and defeat the creature that was truly rotting the earth. He had no qualms with going through the woman, if that was what was necessary. They didn't have the leisure of parley when the ground was falling apart beneath their boots.

#𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓮; 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 (sanguinesocierie) #sanguinesocierie #𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓶 (ff1) #(i hope you know i grinned like a banshee when i saw this) #(claps hands together evilly)

[crystalmannequin]

a little ebony rabbit adorned with a crimson ribbon hopped up to the warrior. its appearance & energy are curiously innocent despite the powers of chaos flowing through its veins. it had a letter in its mouth! "for you! for you!" it chirped like a child, sweetly, setting it down & hopping away in a puff of smoke. the contents of the message held the fragrance of roses & bergamot; vestiges of the bunny's masters perfume.

dear warrior,

you may not feel this way but i have quite enjoyed our little spats. i doubt you understand what i am talking about & yet, i still felt it necessary to mention. so, i had to tell you. i like you. i want you. your death won't satisfy me at all since you do not bleed so easily. i prefer my hands stained with blood. but i always treasure a good doll, a gracious puppet. once you are broken enough, i want to keep you! i will mend & mend & mend & mend you each & every time you get a little crack.

be my pet ~ Fina ❤️

The Warrior of Light considered the letter at his feet for a moment, glancing up as the rabbit disappeared in a smoky haze before returning his gaze to the correspondence before him. Clearly, it was some kind of trap - chaos had all but emanated from the little conjuration sent to deliver the letter, and it took no preternatural senses to divine that an animal shouldn't be speaking or evaporating into dark clouds. It would be smartest to produce a Red Fang and burn the letter right where it sat before whatever hex was woven into the paper got triggered.

Naturally, the Warrior leaned down and picked it up, holding it gingerly at the edges. It was late at night; having volunteered for watch, as he usually did, and refraining from waking his companions up for their own turns as he ought, he was the only one awake. It would be a struggle to see anything in the inky blackness where only monsters were at home, but the moonlight fell neatly over their camp, and it was just bright enough to read by. An odd spot of luck.

"... What?" He muttered quietly, vexed, as he scanned through the letter's contents. Of course, he didn't need the signature at the bottom to place the sender in his mind - it was the sorceress that Garland ... employed? Employed. The manner in which it was written, and even the method of delivery were obvious enough to act as their own calling cards. While he couldn't care less for whatever nonsense she saddled him with during any one of their usual encounters, this was ...

Begrudgingly, he had to admit she was correct in her forewarning. He didn't understand what he was supposed to glean from this at all. Nor what response she expected. Not only was the concept of an enemy liking him in any way strange and unreasonable - he was opposing her, after all, and she him. Fondness would make it unnecessarily difficult to do such a thing - but the rest was equally as unbelievable.

He could understand that someone might enjoy battle, as it seemed to be the very impetus of some peoples' existence - and there was no other reason, because he did not enjoy fighting no matter how often he was accused of it, he did not - but why was the bloodshed important? Was it not the act of engaging in combat itself that would prove most satisfying? Apparently not for the witch. Perhaps it was because she was a mage. They weren't very inclined towards physicality.

It was the final suggestion and contention of the letter that made him strongly consider balling it up and crushing it under his boot. He didn't do that, but only because it would be loud and might wake up one of his more light-sleeping comrades. She wanted to keep - what did she think he was? An object? He was a human. He supposed it was metaphorical, like how he recalled some of Chaos' warriors referred to their counterparts. Even so, it made him uncomfortable.

"What kind of folderol ...?" He shouldn't even grace it with a response. Still, instead of disposing of the letter as he very much wanted to, the Warrior folded up the paper and slipped it into his belongings.

It unsettled him deeply; not even anything Garland had ever said to him elicited such a feeling. So he wouldn't destroy it. He didn't have many things that could inspire intense emotions like that, even if they were unarguably negative.

But he had absolutely no interest in Fina's deranged proposition.

#𝓲 𝓪𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 . (answered ask) #𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓮; 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 (sanguinesocierie) #𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓶 (ff1) #(HEHEHE I LOVED THIS ONE) #(yeah. human. sure you are buddy. uh huh)

[crystalmannequin]

Ah; it seems he had misunderstood her hesitation, and he berates himself silently. With his knowledge of people, amounting to near none, he shouldn't be so quick to assume these things - once again, he feels he owes her an apology. "I see. My pardons, for the misunderstanding ..." Though he isn't clear on what the 'suitors' she speaks of are - those looking to parley, perhaps? - it seems that he may have been too overbearing. There is not much of him to lay bare, in any case. He shakes his head, but meets her gaze, as it seems to be what she wishes of him. His eyes are bright and unspeakably clear, like crystals glittering in the sun. "You haven't offended me, Your Highness. Rather, I am glad to know I haven't wronged you." Satisfied with having said his piece, the Warrior of Light falls silent for a time, content to let the Princess speak.

Observing her, he finds that she does command his respect, though not as he would have first expected. Contrary to a supreme presence, one that would outshine everything in its vicinity, the Princess of Cornelia is happy to lower herself for those beneath her; it reminds him of candlelight, which shines for the benefit of the people, where before he has served in the ranks of a dying star, blinding through no fault of its own. Yet the result is the same in the end: warmth, and light. No matter what form it might take, the light is always what he will look towards. Her Highness is someone deserving of his regard.

He will save this world and this country, he confirms to himself. He had already intended it, had seen it as the natural order, the only thing he could do. It still is, but he now has another reason. He does not want the Princess' light to flicker and die out, for that very warmth which she exudes to consume her and leave only melted wax behind. It would not be so severe as a star going supernova, it would not ignite the world as they know it in a blaze of godly fire, but the difference would be known and immutable. For the people of this Kingdom, as well - living in darkness, however faint it is, is not a fate they deserve. It is not a fate that can once again come to pass under his watch.

As she rises, he haltingly does the same - is that what she prefers? It's the impression he gets. "Garland couldn't strike past my shield," he says, and how unnatural that had felt, "I have no wounds that must heal. I thank you all the same for consideration."

"If you are certain ..." With no further arguments, the Warrior of Light nods his head. "I will gladly accept anything you see fit to bestow upon me - or us." His allies, of course, he must also speak for. Admittedly, he cannot say he understands how a lute will prove helpful in a journey of blood and battle, nor why Garland of all people would steal such a thing - but he does not understand a lot of things. He should accept them as they are given. "I promise to take care of it to the best of my abilities." He should sooner let his body break than precious belongings so kindly lent to him.

Her eyes grow wide and silently she curses herself. She had not meant for him to take her awkardness in the wrong way and she is quick to try and assauge whatever fears that the warrior may hold. A tinge of crimson flashes across her cheeks and even on her neck as she bends down to look the warrior in the eyes. It would be too forward to take his hands in her's, to squeeze them, so that she may hopefully get across that she is sincere when she tells him that no, he hadn't upset her, but she relies on her words instead. "Oh no. You haven't upset me in the slightest. I am just... Outside of suitors and those come to cull my father's affections and come into his good graces, I am not used to people laying themselves bare as you are now." 

She frowns. "I hope I have not given cause for offense. That is the last thing I wish to do - especially to you, one of my protectors and a warrior of light. I do hope you can forgive me." If her mother and maid were to find them now, she was sure that she would receive an earful for being on the ground as she was - soiling her dress, and not having any sense of decorum, but... This was who she was. Being a princess did not change how she felt inside and she felt it was important to be one with her people, the commonfolk, it didn't matter who. If they did or did not live in Cornelia, she wanted them to know that she valued their opinions, their thoughts and their efforts throughout life bettering the kingdom (or the world). Royal status couldn't , wouldn't change that for her. 

Eventually she would have to consider the future, her future, and how best it would be to move forward - to take a husband , marry , and lead the kingdom of Cornelia into many bright and prosperous days - but for now, she wanted to cherish the time she currently had with her friends and family as her kidnapping had opened her eyes in ways she had never thought possible. To have one's world turned upside down in the blink of an eye, to be hurt by the one she believed she held so dear... The young princess still had a lot of growing to do and it was only made more plain to her now than ever. 

"I am glad your companions will recover so quickly," Would that I could say the same for myself. "and I hope the same applies to you as well."

Standing up, she brushes off her skirts and shakes her head. "Nonsense. I am sure it will help you in your journey. Please stand. I will lead the way to the music room where I take my lessons. My lute, I hope, will prove invaluable in your journey. Garland..." Her chest constricts and her throat seizes, but she swallows the lump in her throat and prays to the goddess that the warrior did not notice. "My former knight took my lute with him when he kidnapped me. It has been passed down through generations in my family and is said to have been the first princess of Cornelia's most treasured possession. I've even heard from Lukahn, the prophet, that has mysterious abilities but I am not too sure about that myself." There was another token she wished to give him, but that was something she would have to gift him in front of her father. It was a sacred relic of the kingdom and though the lute was her's to do with as she pleased, the ancient sword of Cornelian legend was not. 

#cornelianlute #princess sarah

[crystalmannequin]

(:3)

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #(this is mostly for my emperor rp i do on discord sometimes) #(but theres ff1 here too)

[crystalmannequin]

#𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 (music)

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For Inktober 2022’s Day 12 prompt: Forget

#𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 (aesthetic)

[crystalmannequin]

"I see." As the person with responsibility here, he should take that as a sign; confirmation he should go to her parents himself and have them warn her off, or at least depart with his other compatriots before she has the opportunity to join them. She is, indeed, young, and that is not particularly an issue to him. However, he supposes the same cannot be said for those around him, including the very royals that he's inclined to be serving with his efforts - or so is the impression he gets. It would be foolish to garner poor faith when the alternative is simple and not overly difficult to rectify. As well as that, the little White Mage looks as if she lacks in surety. Confidence she may abound in, but when under pressure, will she be able to muster any of it?

... However . She happens to be in tears. Fingers stilling on the edges of the map, the Warrior of Light is silent for a moment, or a few. It is his duty to protect others, his comrades most of all. If he cannot cover them in battle then he can hardly call himself a warrior, let alone a knight. If Diana were to end up in so much distress she couldn't handle it, that would be his failing, not hers. And he has given her his word, already, and he refuses to go back on it. It would be dishonourable. As well as that, the sound of her sniffling makes something in his throat hurt.

Protecting others isn't exclusive to battle, either ... coming to a conclusion, the Warrior tucks the map away - he's fairly sure he knows how to reach the town, mostly - and closes the minimal distance between himself and the young princess, crouching so that he doesn't tower over her.

"Look at me," he says, blunt but in a softened tone, though he doesn't stop talking to wait. "We will leave without notice and be out of the town's borders before we are missed. We can make egress through the window, if we've no other options." Subtlety isn't the strong suit of someone in armour as distinctive as his. "I will protect you, just as any knight in the castle would - it will be no less safe than staying here would be. Therefore, there is no reason for your parents to worry." It will be a difficult task to ensure that, but he will manage it. He is not a liar.

"... But before we can go, you must steel yourself properly. There is no problem with crying, however - the tears will impair your vision. Not very strategic." His voice is, as ever, completely bland, but ... was that a joke?

his continued dull responses only served to dampen her mood. she couldn't even tell if he was being sincere or if his sincerity was practiced, only to appease & not of genuine like for another. her energy had leveled itself & even sunk when he spoke of her parents, of her family. diana plopped onto a nearby chair, brows furrowed & eyes conflicted. her hands were placed neatly onto her lap but fingers squeezed at the ivory fabric, nails getting snagged onto some thread. ❝ i-i don't want to talk with them ... ❞ she muttered, her gaze distant. if she did talk to them again, they'd try to convince her to stay. that she was too young, that this wasn't any of her business. even sarah's blessing felt a bit strained. she knew that her big sister believed in her but again, her capabilities were put into question. what did they know? she was brave! she just turned fourteen two months ago! that meant she was ready for adventure! ❝ they wouldn't understand ... & if i did try to talk, they'd convince me to stay home. ❞ her vision blurred suddenly, salty droplets spilling & dampening her lashes. she angrily wiped those tears with her sleeve & sniffled. there was a lot on her mind ... she felt it was her destiny, her way of escape to do something incredible. & not be considered a joke. not to be just the younger sister, or the cute one or ... w-well, she was cute but that was besides the point.

#prideofcornelia #ff1 warriors tag (tbn) #(sorry it took so long but!!)

[crystalmannequin]

(  ...  a  witch  created  from  the  stream  of  chaos  that  exists  through  multiple  time  loops.  as  the  god  himself  breathes  darkness,  she  is  one  with  his  wishes.  in  her  mind,  she  is  his  companion  …  his  love,  the  one.  the  bride  who  awaits  his  return  fervently,  with  hushed  prayers.  she  carries  his  out  his  will.  )

the  witch  of  final  fantasy  ... fina.  an  independent,  highly  selective  OC  for  the  final  fantasy  series.  with  heavy  connection  to  final  fantasy  i  (  &  by  extension,  stranger  of  paradise  )  &  inspiration  from  final  fantasy  viii.

content  of  a  dark  nature  will  be  present.  including  but  not  limited  to:  manic  love,  insanity,  sadism,  blood  &  visceral  mentions. 

loved by enjee.

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #promos #(everyone go fina NOW) #(right this second)

[crystalmannequin]

light sword ✨

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 (aesthetic)