#brightblessed

[ritterblood]

@brightblessed​  asked:   “  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

Blue hues widen in abject surprise at the incensed declaration bursting from Roi’s lips, his friend’s gaze, dark and filled with rage, fixed ‘pon the sluggishly bleeding scrape from a glancing blade on his side. A foolish mistake on his part: having lost sight of his blind side for a split second had caught him flat footed and he’d only barely managed to evade being run through instead.

Undoubtedly the reason for Roi’s outburst, worry at the close call manifesting as anger; Roi, who’d taken one look at the scene and with a cry of his name had nigh cleaved his assailant in twain.  

Roi who’d dropped his great sword the moment he’d felled his opponent, all but forcing Haurchefant to take a seat on a nearby outcropping of icy rock near the mouth of a cave so he could gander a look at the cut.  Haurchefant lets him, the fading adrenaline leaving him somewhat more shaken than he is willing to admit, his features a quiet mask of concern and a hint of awe at the way Roi had not even hesitated to kill for him. His heart still beats fast with it, the flutter in his stomach not just borne from shock. 

Not that he wouldn’t return the favor, if and when his friend was in danger. 

“ Roi, “ He speaks at last, gloved hands stilling the other’s with a gentle yet firm grip over slightly trembling fingers. “ I am well. ‘Tis naught some bandaging and a potion cannot fix and I incurred this through no fault but mine own. ‘Twill not happen anew, “  His lips curl to a faint smile, one hand moving up to curl around Roi’s elbow, thumb pressed firm against the inside to ground him. To anchor himself. “ So while I greatly appreciate the sentiment, you needs not go to quite such lengths. “

His smile grows a little larger, encouraging Roi to relax, to take a breath. He injects some good natured humor to his tone, though it remains gentle, warm. “ Unless, of course, my next injury happens to be a paper cut, then I shan’t stop you from setting my paperwork aflame to avenge me. “

#brightblessed #haurchefant: flushed #HEAVENSWARD ( ic )

[ichoric]

Does Ryne like to keep her space tidy? Or is her room messy?

ryne cannot let her space get too messy, at least for longer than a few hours. given that she grew up a prisoner living in a comparatively small place, ryne eventually learned that letting her only safe haven get messy or disorderly seriously affected her mental wellbeing. she'd get really depressed, foggy, antsy when her surroundings felt as chaotic as her situation. of course that wasn't the only thing affecting her, but it didn't help. she kept her room VERY organized.

that habit still remains to this day as well. ryne's very tidy - she'll make a mess while baking cookies but as soon as she's done, she cleans up. thancred and urianger never had to tell her to clean up at the bookmans shelves because she just Would. her life in eulmore shaped her in specific ways.

#m: ryne #brightblessed #THIS WAS A GOOD QUESTION FOR HER

[rothalion]

@brightblessed liked for a starter.

It had been some time since they had last spoken, Rothalion since finding himself once more embroiled in the center of conflict. With a newfound lull, the quiet before the storm one could say, Ro decided to forgo rest in favour of visiting the man he had still not forgotten.

His steps pause as he peered around, eyes sweeping the room he had been directed to by another. A gentle if exhausted smile curled his lips as his gaze landed on the familiar dark figure, his pace forward continued; for all the hell Roi had put him through he could not help but miss the other man in his absence.

"Roi," Rothalion called, halting a few steps away. "I apologize for my absence, my friend. I hope you have since settled well and that my compatriots are treating you well?"

#brightblessed #hope this is okay!! ❤

[shiningluz-archived]

It has been quiet in the small camp, with the blonde grabbing her staff, not really in alert but mostly in deep meditation, like grabbing her staff would help her in her small endeavor.

“It’s gonna rain” She says suddenly, still not opening her eyes and not really moving from her seat. Fleur goes quiet for a while again before opening her mouth “It smells like rain... Not too far but it’s not gonna last... So, we don’t have to worry about getting wet”

Turning to her companion while standing, she leaves her staff resting on a trunk of an old tree, sitting in front of the campfire.

“I apologize for not helping you put up the camp, Roi. Are you tired? I can keep watch while you rest”

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@brightblessed​

#brightblessed #of quiet healing ; fleur #hey roi... guess what? have another shard of azem //shot

[amaurotine]

[BRUSH] Sender offers to brush receivers hair / from Amyntas

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠

With little in the way of fanfare or flummery, 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 budges his head determinedly beneath the hairbrush in his friend's grasp, proffering a small, mischievous smile and a knowing tilt of his head by way of a response; the quality of his eyes akin to that of a small, furry forest creature eagerly awaiting the toss of bread-crumbs from an outstretched hand.

ㅤWhen at last 𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒 sees fit to dispense with anticipation-building and commences the brushing, a wordless utterance of apprecation escapes 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 as he relishes the gentle resonance of bristles across his scalp. Lilac strands long since shed, affixed to the head by stubborn virtue of the natural oils from his scalp dislodge themselves with fluid ease into the brush, betraying an iridescent quality once isolated. Half-moon lids flutter closed, and a wealth of brilliantly-coloured scintillae explode and pirouette across the murky void that lay beneath his eyelids.

#❀ — 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 . ( IC . ) #brightblessed #UwU...

[reapcrbunny]

So.... Tell me about Dahlia and her Avatar

👉👈

If you wanna.

unprompted ask, always accepting !

RABBIT'S FOOT. bestie i'm always wantin' to talk about dahlia and nyx. in my personal opinion, their relationship is interesting because initially the pact was made out of desperation on dahlia's end since she was dying thanks to the light poisoning even when it was expelled. nyx had straight been wandering the source when they and dahlia met, more than happy to have a constant source of aether from something / someone stronger than most. the deal was made at the cost of dahlia's soul at the very end and, you know, to keep nyx fed. while not tip top of the totem pole like barbs or rubi, nyx'ael still was rather influential and ruthless of a voidsent to others below them but . . they slowly grew to learn to actually care about dahlia rather than seeing her as something to use for her own gains / advantage. protective when other voidsent are present and useful as a translator when dahlia comes in contact with someone who does not understand coerthean / far eastern / garlean sign language ( they get a kick out of scaring people ok? ok ) nyx'ael gets a little bloodthirsty when pumped up, hungry or angry. enshrouds can sometimes be spontaneous and aggressive. one such enshroud was very likely after in from the cold thanks to being a bit pissed off that another voidsent was forcibly shoved in with them and. you know. dahlia was absent. dahlia low key allows nyx to feed on people who suck. usually people who kill other people. think dexter with a voidsent ??? people who dahlia kills end up as snick snacks. dahls and nyx now, compared to the v beginning are still kinda sorta following the deal made, with nyx'ael goading her here and there into possible death scenarios but lmfao nyx is ( kind of ) fond of their partner. dahlia ? smitten with her voidsent ? a little bit don't worry about it mind ya business.

#brightblessed #{ THANK U } #out of character ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ asks #( HEADCANONS )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ JUST VIERA THINGS. #out of character ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ clown honks at the dash. its milays

[empyria-archive]

heeeeeey i love you and aria and i get so happy to see you in game or on twitter or on my dash! you are lovely and you deserve all the best things! also I was afk earlier and missed your dote :( but yes, whether you are writing or gposing, it's always a delight to see you and aria

#akdkjkjlkal TOPAZ ily u are the sweetest #and ily and roi and our interactions either ic or ooc #mwah mwah #uwu #also hehehe the double-whammy of the /headpat and /dote #never let them know ur next move uwu #lumina.404error #brightblessed

[tsckcyomi]

"move and you die ." to yotsuyu ♥

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  | accepting

With wide eyes, Yotsuyu raises her hands, palms facing Roi. She's unarmed, apparently, and her guards are lying on the ground in a pool of their own blood. The very same blood smeared on the hefty broadsword the man wields, and has leveled at her. "Please don't," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She's defenseless, after all, so weak and helpless.

Then, her face goes blank and she drops her hands to her sides unceremoniously. There's no mocking smile on her lips, no spark of arrogance in her eyes. No, she's angry, and so utterly bitter. "Please. If that's the reaction you expected I must sorely disappoint you, Warrior of Light," she spits out his title as though it's poison upon her tongue. Oh, she may have bend the knee before the Empire to ensure her survival, to attain a form a freedom, but no more. She'll certainly not bend before yet another group of foreigners telling her what's right and what's wrong. "Make good on your word, then. Don't disappoint me."

#brightblessed #( ic : yotsuyu ) #i love that you followed that up with a heart dfhgkj

[salveticn]

@brightblessed​ asked : Despite Azem so commonly being the one telling Elidibus to rest, the Emissary stumbles upon Azem without his mask on. He looks disheveled and tired. But as soon as he sees him, he puts his mask on and smiles at him.

"Ah! Elidibus...! You're light on your feet, as ever. I didn't hear you at all. It's been awhile."

don’t think he hadn’t seen that . certain things hardly walked past him , especially if they were about the welfare of one of his colleagues   ( as well as cherished friends )   ; though in his heart he was aware that azem shrugged off their fatigue to soothe his soul , elidibus simply couldn’t sit back and let it slide : his fried was tired to the point of exhaustion !

“ azem ... ”   the youth hummed ‘pon approaching the traveler .   “ when was the last time you let yourself enjoy a moment’s respite ? ”

#(( #now it's eli's turn to scold azem u.u #)) #brightblessed #☽ || under the city stars ;; mv

[drachenblood]

@brightblessed​ gets a random starter!

     ‘𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬  at  last  retreat,  a  land  still  shuddering  in  the  wake  of  near  ruination.  Still  rent  and  scarred,  yet  healing.  Where  there  is  hope,  then  there  is  possibility.  A  thought  that  has  him  nigh  smiling  in  amusement,  restrained  as  it  is.  What  sort  of  man  has  he  become  to  think  of  hope  as  though  he  were  some  manner  of  idealist.  The  influence  of  that  boy,  no  doubt.  Even  here,  in  Thavnair,  that  has  seen  the  worst  of  the  Final  Days  are  its  people  relearning  what  it  means  to  continue  when  others  have  not.  Too  much  does  this  land  remind  him  overmuch  of  Ishgard  in  this  way,  ground  down  by  tragedy  yet  they  endure  and  they  let  not  the  hardships  of  experiences  past  weigh  upon  their  hearts.  Would  that  the  weather  were  more  like  his  homeland,  even  having  disdained  his  armor  for  lighter  clothes  is  he  still  yet  sweating  through  his  garb.  

              ❝ ‘Tis  difficult  to  live  in  times  of  peace. ❞  He  watches  as  men  and  women  move  about  in  the  lanes  below  Meghaduta,  where  Vrtra  still  hosts  them  as  honored  guests.   ❝ Nigh  all  my  life  I’ve  known  naught  but  conflict  and  violence,  to  kill  and  fight  for  the  sake  of  survival,  for  a  cause  greater  than  my  own  life.  For  if  I  failed  then  others  would  suffer  for  it.  Strange,  to  not  know  what  to  do  with  one  self  in  times  of  peace. ❞

#brightblessed #🐉┇IC #⭐┇VERSE: LITANY

[ichoric]

Are there any foods Alisaie can't stand?

there's plenty of foods alisaie doesn't like, but none that she actively detests. pickles are something she'll always pick off her food and give to someone else ! she's also not a fan of bread crust, though if she's hungry enough it doesn't bother her in the least. she even tolerates archon loaf and super hot spices.

... but to get super real ? cumin bothers her, specifically if there's a heavy smell of it -- not because she thinks it's bad, but it's a core memory she shares with her departed friend emery. around thanalan they ate a lot of meats and food that used cumin, so that became something so normal between them. now when she smells it, it breaks her heart a lil.

#brightblessed #m: alisaie

[soulsalight]

Answered: Thancred

@brightblessed sent: ❛ don’t look at me! i don’t … i don’t want you seeing me like this.  ❜  for thancred

The frown he's been wearing up to this point makes way for an expression of sympathy, of understanding, but the concern yet lingers.

Thancred has not seen Roi beside himself like this before. Ever a picture of resolve, of strength, it's easy to forget that even the esteemed warrior of light falters, may even waver in his convictions from time to time.

Twelve know Thancred's been there, at the edge of crumbling, of giving in more often than he can count. All the more does he know of the need to deflect and pretend. 'I'm fine.' A lie he himself has told one too many times, but this is yet a step further, when realization settles in that lying will no longer avail one anything, one turns to pleading to desperation.

A hand raises to settle against the other man's shoulder, a quiet reminder that whatever shadows haunt his mind at present, he's not alone in fighting them.

"I could leave," he agrees, pausing as if in thought. "And yet I am reminded that not that long ago you've been the one to pull me from the fires of the Praetorium, arguably one of the lowest points of my life." Thancred smiles in a way that he hopes to be reassuring, his head tilting, tone purposefully light. "And while this is far from such dramatic circumstances, let me at least attempt to return the favor?"

He squeezes his shoulder in a display of quiet comfort. "Believe me, I've seen worse." Been worse. "There is naught to be ashamed of my friend."

#brightblessed #answered.thancred #answered.ask

[fxrtunas]

How does Allan handle negative emotions?

he doesn't

FSAFLKASJF literally shoves them in the back of his mind to deal with later... very much later... he's one of those types to bottle it all up and project a v. calm/neutral/polite facade. even with close ones he very much doesn't like to show anything bad about him bc of the fear that they'll leave him once they see his ugly side (born from an undealt with anxiety/self-esteem issue).

it's only when he's compromised that he even shows anything at all (like when he's very tired/recently came back from ishgard haa haa). if that's the case then he just kinda... sulks/shuts himself off LKJAKLSFj. conceal don't feel LJLAKSJF and p much brushes off any attempt to help him bc he likes to just deal with shit on his own as he always has done.......

#THANK U FOR THE ASK... HEHE... #honestly i think. only one of the rps i have with him is like klJLKJASF #actuallly has him admit his feelings... (barely) #wheezes lkJLKASJF #after so much cajoling and nagging #he annoys ppl but can't take what he dishes out wheezes #;ask response #brightblessed #;ooc #a; allan.

[shiningluz-archived]

“no need, no need! frrrom this day forrrwarrrd, we’rrre frrriends and you can call me whenever you need extrrra hands!”

@brightblessed​

#brightblessed #inari puts back: nope you'rrre stuck with me now

[amaurotine]

“Are you capable of cutting back the snarky comments for one minute?” from Roi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwriting prompts

A look of utter vexation washes over 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒's features as he contemplates 𝐑𝐎𝐈's acrid words. Never once had he shouted or offered insult, much less been the catalyst for for anything resembling a confrontation, for such was not his nature. He wondered wherefore 𝐑𝐎𝐈 had summoned him; and if he'd done so for any other purpose than to start a row.

ㅤAlthough his tone remains polite and mild, 𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐔𝐒 stands his ground. His countenance betrays no subterfuge (for he'd largely deemed their friendship to be above such trifles, and he supposed that 𝐑𝐎𝐈 had known his fair share of deception, and he was therefore resolved to contribute to that as little as possible) as he proffers his response, studying the seemingly irascible 𝐑𝐎𝐈 with genuine concern. If he was to be the other's emotional punching-sack, then at least he was being of some use.

ㅤ❝ My apologies if I've given offense, but unlike a certain mutual friend of ours, nothing I've ever said has been for the sake of making you upset. Never once have I insulted you. If I've criticized you, then it's because I know you're capable of doing far better, and because I want you to find happiness ! I would be remiss in my duties as your friend if I failed to help you realize your dreams. ❞

#❀ — 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 . #brightblessed

[meteorwinged]

@brightblessed || there’s a bird on the fence

“Oh. Hello.” Meteion blinked, clutching the monster mask closer to her chest. “Did you want one too? I have a bunch if you did...” She glanced down at the one in her hands before offering it.

“Here, you can have this one.”

#{you caught me in a moment of redemption; main verse} #brightblessed