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[halcyonights]

Blaidd’s ears pricked up at the sound of a soft feminine voice. He answered immediately, telling the person on the internet side of the door what he had come for while he listened to them move about before opening the door. He had to peer down a bit so to get a better look, and met the eyes of a very small human woman, one with a sword at her side. He was please to find her armed, strange as it may have been. It told him she was serious about her task, and her safety. That, and she had a fire in those eyes of her that spoke of a fierce intelligence, and passion. His chest thumped with excitement.

“Pardon me, for the intrusion. You’d be right though,” he said as he ducked inside the room after the woman stepped to the side, “These conversations are better had in privacy. Name’s Blaidd. As you can probably tell, I’m not from around these lands. To tell the truth, this place is all kinds of strange to me, but I saw your notice and figured it was just what a man like me was looking for.”

Blaidd laid his great sword against the wall, and took a seat at a nearby table after pulling out the other for the woman.

“I take it you’re the Amalia mentioned in the notice? A pleasure to meet you.”

He waited until she was seated to continue, “You’ll be wanting some knowledge about me and my experience, if you don’t mind me assuming? Well, most of my life was dedicated to the protection and care of a princess from my homeland, my stepsister of sorts, from a place called the Lands Between. I was her sworn companion, my sword and fangs dedicated to her safety since we were children. I helped her achieve her goals, and when such task was done, she bid me to explore the world beyond. I’ve since done similar; odd jobs here or there, usually hunting or mercenary work. I’m skilled with a blade and combat expertise. Magic thrived in my homeland, but I’m unfortunately not all that great at it, heh. Maybe a frost spell or two, but whatever I lack in magic I can make up for in size and strength alone. I have noticed I’m a little on the large side here.” He wiggled his ears to make a point.

He paused to let Amalia speak and make her assessment. He noticed she had a tendency to slip in words that told of a much more proper upbringing when she spoke, but was suppressing it. He did not want to make assumptions as to why that might be, but it did intrigue him. That, and her demeanor. She had to have some noble blood in her, though he doubted bring it up would be of any help. It may even be why she was going on with such a mission, whatever it was.

Blaidd crossed his arms and waited for his chance to speak.

“Understandably, the notice was vague as to what your mission is about. Whatever the case may be, you can be sure I will dedicate my arm to your protection just as steadily as I did my Mistress. Though, it may help to know what it is specifically you’re looking for?”

The Burden of the Last || closed with halcyonights

@halcyonights

Two years, she’d lived this way. Scraping by, meeting in the shadows, staging attacks on supply stores, intercepting information, and paying off the weak to divulge the secrets of the Archadian Empire. For two years, Princess Ashelia B’Nargin Dalmasca had been Amalia, the leader of the Resistance in Dalmasca’s Royal City of Rabanastre. Nothing remained of House Nabradia since Ashelia’s husband and his father the king were slain. So, too, did nothing remain of House Dalmasca since all eight of her brothers died fighting in the war and her own father was slain those two years ago… except for her.

#.the shadow {blaidd} #.the burden of the last #.tarnishedxknight (ashe)

[halcyonights]

By Blaidd’s count, it had been almost a year since his departure from the Lands Between. Almost a year since leaving Lady Ranni’s service, by her own request. Blaidd was meant to be her Shadow, her sword and shield, sworn to defend her till his last breath. He never looked upon the position with anything but pride, for he loved Ranni like his own sister. But the newfound freedom in the wake of her ascension left him feeling a bit… abandoned. Protecting Lady Ranni was his reason for being, literally, and now that she no longer required his service he didn’t quite know what to do with himself, and Blaidd was not a man who admitted his faults so easily. Ranni knew this, as her last request of him was to find his own purpose in life, to explore beyond the lands between. She’d had a twinkle in her eye at the time when she said that, and Blaidd could only wonder what that could have meant. His mistress was prone to mischief at times.

Er, his former mistress. That would still take some getting used to.

Blaidd had traveled since then. He’d been to a few places already, taking work where he could to feed himself, and hunting when he couldn’t. There were benefits to being half-wolf. Not now, though, if he was asked. The sweltering sun and the itching sand that frequently got into his fur and under his armor made him wonder how the people that lived in this land survived. Rabanastre, he believed the city was called. Located in the middle of a vast empty desert, the city had seen war. Buildings made of sandstone that looked to have been damaged or destroyed entirely greeted Blaidd when he first entered the city, looking for work and shelter from the sun. Though clearly having been through much, the city felt more welcoming than the desert outside its walls, and people took notice of Blaidd. Hard not to, he supposed, since he was on the large side. Though here he was taller than even the tallest folk he’d seen, carrying an equally large sword on his back as he was, and he turned heads as he passed. He couldn’t fault them for staring, he’d learned he was an oddity outside the Lands long before coming here, and even in his homeland he was a rare sort. The stares didn’t matter to Blaidd, so long as everyone remained civil.

He spent a few days doing odd jobs while in the city, spending most of that time in its Lowtown. Lots of people had no issue sending a beast like him down into the darkest depths to deal with some creature nuisance or another. He was big and intimidating, and quite adept with his sword. It wasn’t exactly what he was used to, but work was work. He had just about made up his mind to move on when a notice caught his attention returning to the tavern he’d been staying in. The notice board was something he’d taken to scanning whenever he passed, just in case something caught his interest, and this one just so happened to be in his wheelhouse. Capable and driven warrior? Blaidd could definitely say he was such, though if they expected a bloodhound they’d be disappointed. Couldn’t find his own nose if it wasn’t attached, a friend once said to him.

Blaidd grunted and walked back out the door of the tavern. He had to ask around, but eventually he managed to find his way to the Guilded Cactuar Inn. The name made him chuckle; he’d only had one encounter with the little beasts, and he’d spent the better half of a day picking the needles out of his fur. Not one of his better moments. The moment the half-wolf stepped inside the room went silent, the patrons of the Inn taking him in with shock and surprise, unused to someone like himself. If he wanted, he could reach up and press his hands flat to the ceiling, but he figured that wouldn’t be polite. Instead he bent his head low and approached the figure manning the bar.

“‘Scuse me. I’m looking for someone called Amalia?” Blaidd asked gruffly.

“Serious inquiries only!” The barkeep immediately snapped before turning around and craning his neck up to meet Blaidd’s eyes.

“Ooh, you’re a big one!” The man gasped, looking up at the half-wolf in front of him, “Look like you’re ready for battle! Yes, she’s up in Room 3… but like I said, serious inquiries only! I hear you makin’ a ruckus, you’re out!”

Blaidd chuckled and nodded, “Aye, whatever you say.” At least the man had spirit.

Blaidd left the barkeep to his business and headed up the stairs to the rooms. Searching until he came upon the right number, he knocked gently on the door.

“Here’s hoping…”

The Burden of the Last || closed with halcyonights

@halcyonights

Two years, she’d lived this way. Scraping by, meeting in the shadows, staging attacks on supply stores, intercepting information, and paying off the weak to divulge the secrets of the Archadian Empire. For two years, Princess Ashelia B’Nargin Dalmasca had been Amalia, the leader of the Resistance in Dalmasca’s Royal City of Rabanastre. Nothing remained of House Nabradia since Ashelia’s husband and his father the king were slain. So, too, did nothing remain of House Dalmasca since all eight of her brothers died fighting in the war and her own father was slain those two years ago… except for her.

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#.the shadow {blaidd} #.the burden of the last #.tarnishedxknight (ashe)

[halcyonights]

Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

#.memes

[halcyonights]

I’m gonna start slowing turning this blog into an actual multi account so it’s easier to keep track of everything, instead of having a bunch of blogs I can’t keep up with. Don’t know yet if I’ll get rid of those blogs or keep them, depends on how much traffic there is I think.

[halcyonights]

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

#some days you just want something nice and lovey #ship with me you cowards #I’m sorry you’re not cowards you’re lovely people

[halcyonights]

Later this week I’m going to update my stuff to mutuals only. You can only reach out and be flat out ignored so many times. So I’m not doing that anymore.

And people wonder why I don’t like coming on here.

#.ooc #it’s especially fun when you see people post for interactions literally a hour after you messaged them #like oh ok when you said you wanted interactions you meant from specific people not me #maybe just say that instead of this vague shit #i’m venting

[halcyonights]

Muse List for Mobile

Note: The blogs marked WIP are still being worked on and may not be ready due to missing information and blog themes being edited. Sorry for the inconvenience!

It should also be noted that a lot of these blogs are new and low activity. My older blogs and more active blogs will be the ones I’ll usually be on the most, but if there’s one that catches your eyes I am always willing to pop over and see what we can do.

Crowe Altius (FFXV/Kingsglaive)

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV/Kingsglaive)

Aurora (Firefox OC)

Imogen O'Connell (Werewolf OC)

Kat Sage (DMC/Devil May Cry)

Aerith Gainsborough (FFVII)

Asteria Venari (Dragon Age/Elf OC)

Solara Aldercapt Antiquum (FFXV)

Crepera Lucis Caelum (FFXV)

Yelena Belova (Black Widow/Marvel)

Charlotte Elbourne (Vampire Hunter D/Bloodlust)

Story (Lady in the Water)

Jean Grey WIP (X-Men/Marvel)

Slyvie Laufeydottir (Loki/Marvel)

Edith Cushing (Crimson Peak)

Lenore (Castlevania)

Wanda Maximoff (WandaVision/Marvel)

Hunter D (Vampire Hunter D/Bloodlust)

Leviathan (FFXV)

Yennefer of Vengerberg WIP (the Witcher)

Fenris (Dragon Age)

Syrena WIP (POTC: On Stranger Tides)

Death of the Endless (The Sandman)

Dream of the Endless (The Sandman)

Gregory the Gargoyle WIP (The Sandman)

Amalthea (The Last Unicorn)

Frey Holland WIP (Forspoken)

#let me know if the links break #active rp #open rp #rp muses #muse list #.muses

[halcyonights]

[halcyonights]

Ay sorry I keep leaving here for extended periods of time.

Between losing my grandfather, my niece being born, my dad losing his left leg (the most recent event in my life) and now needing to find a new place to live and a new job on top a million other things I just don’t have the time I need to be here and do stuff. Thanks to the people who are still here despite it all for some reason.

I have a discord, I’m on it literally every day so I’m willing to give it upon request if there are people who want to do stuff but don’t want to wait for me to be active here. I might just migrate to doing discord only rps just because keeping things active here is a lot and I don’t have time.

#.ooc #.psa

[halcyonights]

Some of y’all really shouldn’t be on this site. Some of y’all are a little too immature to be on this site. Some of y’all get awfully ballsy with that little gray face.

I’m actually really pissed rn. Harassing people on anon is probably the cringiest thing you can do, honestly. Get some help honey, for your sake. Go touch some grass. Get off the internet for a bit, it makes you act stupid.

#vague but I don’t really give a fuck #im not being harassed btw just a friend of mine

[halcyonights]

Tis mine day of the Great Womb Escape. I arrived into this world bloody and screaming, and if the gods permit, I will leave it the same way.

Cheers

#.announcement #happy birthday to me #a whole ass 26 years I’ve been on this rock

[halcyonights]

Just a heads up, Aerith is the only muse I have active right now (as in that’s the blog I’m spending most of my time on rn) so if there’s someone else y’all want interactions with let me know or send a message.

#.announcement

[halcyonights]

So I got covid like a week ago and now I have “brain fog” and let me tell you

This shit no joke. I can’t think straight for more than an hour and then it’s just No Thoughts Time. I can’t function normally, everything takes 20 minutes to compute before I can do it. It lasts so long too

#what the fuck #.ooc

[halcyonights]

I actually really hate nye because I’m always alone, and never have plans to do anything.

#nothing is going to change #.ooc

[halcyonights]

3:40 am drawings. Every day I get closer and closer to how I want Gen to look when I draw her.

#.ooc #my art

[halcyonights]

I’m in the mood for soft romancy shit

#.ooc #damn

[halcyonights]

So today’s big neurodivergent move was I had wanted to move my laptop from my desk to my bed, because the chair is shitty and I’m still tired so I wanted to lay down. What ended up happening was 4 hours of me cleaning my room instead. This includes taking all my moms old stuff into the back room, dusting, vacuuming, rearranging various furniture, throwing out the trash, and sitting down to sew up a hole in the hamper.

At no point in this time did I move my laptop from the desk.

#I’m autistic and dumb #idk #.ooc