, ? [ Rosafulmen. ]

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆? [ rosafulmen. ]

She  sees  him  looking  at  her,  and  her  eyes  narrow.  “ … ”  Who  will  break  the  silence  first  ?  The  most  stoic  of  standoffs.

          Noctis regards Lightning with the continued and silent question. Honestly, this is stoicism at its finest. Now, he’s just being dumb and won’t break the silence first—this has become a contest of stoic-ness...

Utau Aikawa Tags. ;v;

❛☆ ▌ about; 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑠. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ pictures; 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ pictures; 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ pictures; 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ pictures; 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ pictures; 𝑎𝑙𝑙. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ musings; 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ starter; 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝. ♫ ❛☆ ▌ dyn ( madeofsouls ) 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 & 𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑢; 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 & 𝑚𝑒. ♫ ♩♫「t; untitled」♫ ♩♫「v; painting the world in her colors」♫ - default ♩♫「v; gentle heart belies a beautiful song」♫ - mha verse

𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 [ dualgraced. ]

    It’s been nearly three months. Sixty some odd days since people began dying on the streets. Thugs and small-timers that her agency had no official record of ever having done anything, but in the aftermath of their brutal deaths the evidence was all laid out beautifully.

    Almost too conveniently. 

    Worse yet, the killer never leaves anything of themselves behind. No hair, not even a boot print despite all the blood, which drowns out any scent they might’ve left behind. Each scene is almost too much for Aibi’s senses, trained to pick it up from further away, but with a room practically bathed in it, she makes the rookie move of emptying her stomach outside of the first one. The police can’t fault her for it, as most of them took one look and needed the rest of the day off.

    After three months of it, they finally catch their target on video. Despite the gruesome scene, her eyes are trained on him. The Commission info dumps what little they have, but a name is all that sticks. Warbringer. Sitting back in her chair, she realizes his name isn’t just to strike fear. He has brought a war to their streets, a war of factions. Though what faction he’s working for isn’t obvious, given none of the ones he’s killed seem to be connected. There had to be more to it.

    Two more months of dead-ends and banging her head against walls to find him before she enlists the help of Hawks and his agency. Perhaps a view from the sky above would find a new angle. With the addition of the number 3 hero, they find a piece of torn cloth from him. Aibi hasn’t let it out of her possession, learning every nuance of it’s scent and coming to know it almost better than her own.

    Warbringer’s kill counter is now 56.

    The wolf hero has chased his scent for a couple weeks now, each instance having slipped away as she tries not to get herself injured in the process. Was he indestructible?! How was he getting away like this?

    This time, however, she isn’t letting him get away. She’s hyperfocused as she bounds after him, large paws gaining ground on him. He takes a small side street, leaving her shifting to run on two feet to desperately follow.

    Her clouded mind doesn’t realize he’s there to kill more, nor is she aware the building they’re closing in on is owned by a small group of would-be villains.

        The name itself means nothing to the man, but it’s aptly fitting for a man who grew up in the streets of war. A child soldier, something his country exploited and used for the sake of pushing their agenda forward. He who named him is a man with nigh snide grin, manipulated, broke, and regenerated his body until he met the cruel man’s wishes. He only gave him what he wanted, in the end, and only found that he may be his downfall.

        And he made a mistake. A piece of his clothing had gotten torn in a scuffle with a perpetrator and he’s contemplated numerous times to steal that piece of evidence or set it on fire. No, it was more efficient to set it aflame, which he did as no one seemed to notice when he infiltrated the agency. However, it’s too late by then and this particular agency has a person with a lupine quirk.

        Unfortunate for him is when this agency even went as far as to collaborate with Hawks’ Agency, the number 3 hero in Japan’s current hero rankings. More hurdles he needed to cross as he worked to clean up the mess in Japan on the Emperor’s orders.

        This next particular mission ought to be simple, he thinks, stowing the helmet in a secure and safe location when it seems to be malfunctioning. What a day that it decides to do so, but he’ll have to make do and makes a mental note to look at it when the mission finishes. This little group of people should be quick, numbering only five men, altogether. And, damn, the hero that’s been chasing him for the last several weeks is bounding down an alleyway in this direction as she follows him.

        For a moment, he weighs his options before his body moves. 

        Today, he isn’t wearing his typical uniform and instead, has opted to wear a black skin-tight t-shirt with black cargo pants. Discovering that he’s been relatively mess-free whenever he takes on missions of groups below five, it’s probable that he wouldn’t have been injured. With boxing gloves to complete the look, he jumps down the side of the building and lands on the ground to continue the fluid motion.

        He ducks into an alleyway to make her smaller than the wolf form, but as he runs past a building, the smell of gunpowder sets him on alert. His blue eye zooms and begins to flicker through the tell-tale signs of explosives, set up all around the building. The people in the building, seemingly to have recognized the lupine hero and their impending doom, blows up the building in an explosive rumble in an attempt to take him down. And he idly wonders if she’s been so focused on chasing him that she doesn’t notice the building that’s collapsing around her. He skids to a stop and turns, immediately running back to her.

        It’s too much of a risk for him to kick away the building and it’s too much risk to punch the falling debris that’s falling around her. He reacts quickly and yanks the lupine female to his chest as he takes the brunt of the damage to his back and head. The building falls quickly around them and he takes a knee when the full weight of tons of concrete crash into him with the additional force of gravity. And he takes another as more weight comes bearing down.

        It’s another few terrifying seconds before the building finally settles a bit, random small debris rumbling and falling around them in between the cracks. And after the dust has cleared a little, he flicks his gaze around the area they’re in. There’s no space, only enough for him to sit upright and lean against the building and her in his lap.

        Lovely.

        He finally speaks after more of the debris and dust settles. ❝Are you alright?❞ he asks. He quickly takes a mental catalogue of his body and notes that he should’ve been crushed and that his back and bones ought to be broken. He has a fracture in his skull, but it’s already healing before he even makes a note of it. It seems most of his healing is targeted at his back, spine, and legs.

Artem Wing tag dump. winks @goldenloved​ because something something artem and marius snark? or would you rather be Artem and I can be Marius? :3

( artem // gallery. ) ( artem // drabble. ) ( artem // starter. ) ( artem // meme replies. ) ( artem // thread. ) ( artem // worldbuilding. ) ( artem // headcanon. )

verses. ( artem // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever current chapters / cards flexible. catch all verse tag for those outside of Tears of Themis and for winging it. ( artem // v.ii ) - takes place in his childhood. Selective, requires plotting. ( artem // v.iii ) - takes place anywhere from his young school years to college as he is studying for both his bar exam and advancement exam to becoming a Senior Attorney. ( artem // v.iv ) - takes place between chapters 1 - 5.

G’raha Tia Tag drop.

( g’raha // gallery. ) ( g’raha // drabble. ) ( g’raha // starter. ) ( g’raha // meme replies. ) ( g’raha // thread. ) ( g’raha // worldbuilding. ) ( g’raha // headcanon. ) 

 verses. ( g’raha // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever happened recently in canon (according to the mun) ( g’raha // v.ii ) - Takes place during the Crystal Tower Raids. Selective. ( g’raha // v.iii ) - Takes place during the events of Shadowbringers. ( g’raha // v.iv ) - Takes place during Post-Shadowbringers. ( g’raha // v.v ) - Takes place during Endwalker ( g’raha // v.vi ) - Takes place during Post-Endwalker

more will be added as necessary.

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain