Hiiii people! Vanillacry here! For those that are still around and wish to keep in contact with me, you can find me at the blogs listed below! @glamourwitchcraft (oc. main/active) @jumpshiine ( canon. old main/semi-active) @bykaleolani (oc. active) @delicateice (oc. new blog/ active) @byalexis (oc. inactive–working on it)

I won’t be deleting this blog because it’s still got material that I like to look back on and reminiscence, but as far as roleplaying Vanille, I’ve lost my muse for her. After like 3-4 years of playing her on and off, I can officially say it’s time I tuck her away. I’ve been having more interest in roleplaying oc’s and anime characters lately rather than videogame characters. 

Hiiii people! Vanillacry here! For those that are still around and wish to keep in contact with me, you can find me at the blogs listed below! @glamourwitchcraft (oc. main/active) @jumpshiine ( canon. old main/semi-active) @bykaleolani (oc. active) @delicateice (oc. new blog/ active) @byalexis (oc. inactive–working on it)

I won’t be deleting this blog because it’s still got material that I like to look back on and reminiscence, but as far as roleplaying Vanille, I’ve lost my muse for her. After like 3-4 years of playing her on and off, I can officially say it’s time I tuck her away. I’ve been having more interest in roleplaying oc’s and anime characters lately rather than videogame characters. 

Hiiii people! Vanillacry here! For those that are still around and wish to keep in contact with me, you can find me at the blogs listed below! @glamourwitchcraft (oc. main/active) @jumpshiine ( canon. old main/semi-active) @bykaleolani (oc. active) @delicateice (oc. new blog/ active) @byalexis (oc. inactive–working on it)

I won’t be deleting this blog because it’s still got material that I like to look back on and reminiscence, but as far as roleplaying Vanille, I’ve lost my muse for her. After like 3-4 years of playing her on and off, I can officially say it’s time I tuck her away. I’ve been having more interest in roleplaying oc’s and anime characters lately rather than videogame characters. 

            “I can’t say I’ve heard of the place, but then again I’m not 100% familiar with all the countries on the map. I don’t think anyone is, honestly…” Lars pursed his lips, “Where did you say you were from again?”

          “Err...I’m from Pulse. I don’t think you would call it a country per se.” Judging by the looks of it, Gran Pulse isn’t even a world that’s known wherever it is she just so happens to be. It’s a little scary being unable to see Cocoon or her home with just a look up the sky.

DISSIDIA ANTE BELLUM

A Final Fantasy Dissidia Roleplay

      Gauging possible interest in a Dissidia based group roleplay with an original and intertwined plotline. If you’d be interested in something like this, please give this post a like and/or share it!

It’d been two years. Unsurprisingly their intentions to stay were sustained. If anything, it was she who should have harboured the most worry whether things would work out. She’d pursued a man so besotted with his freedom, initially aloof. But that sustained curiosity brought about an irreplaceable strength about their bond, and with it was adoration. But it isn’t a saccharine kind of love, one with public coos and comments relating to their significant other’s character. They’d been a complement to each other, supplementing their capabilities by being supportive, and most important of all, allowing for independence. It made it all the more satisfying to return home ( to a person, his beloved, rather than a place ), vulnerabilities bare whilst bloody and emotional wounds were tended to.     

It was real, yes. The culmination of their relationship, a milestone.  

     ❛❛ Well, you tell me. You never said yes. I’d like to hope so, but I wouldn’t hold it against you if you said no. It’s kind of a big deal. I’d imagine they’d want you to be engaged to someone from your village, not an outsider. ❜❜

          It had to be reality. She sure didn’t recall passing out or falling asleep. Regaining her composure as best she could, she had been prepared to give her answer. It should have been obvious that she had no intention of separating from him weather it be what the village wanted or not. “In some cases, that may be something to worry about, but I doubt they would care much. I’m nobody of a high status. Besides, you’re the only one for me. I couldn’t say yes to anyone other than you.” Having input her answer within her statement, she cocks her head just as he would when playing coy. Not a second thought crossed her mind on this matter. She knew exactly what she wanted and to know that Noel wanted the same thing--there were no words to even describe how overwhelmingly happy he’s just made her. 

          “--and you’re no outsider.” Lips press to his in a brief kiss, noses nudging as she lingers within his bubble. “You’re family.” She’s seen him as such for a while now and nothing would change that. With the proposal at hand, it’s become a more obvious statement. But she had meant long before they’d even started dating. 

OOC:

I know I’m “only” 21 but the RP world often makes me feel so incredibly old with all these 14&15 year olds and such. So…how about, reblog if you’re a roleplayer and you’re 20+.

It’s official. They’re gonna grow old together and have cute babies kittens and live a happy life.

miracles are things we make for ourselves

     IT IS REASON enough to break tradition — she is not of the same roots as he. Had he asked initially, it would ruin the surprise, making it less memorable. Fingers glide along her wrist, slipping the bracelet on. But he lingers there for an additional breath, inspecting the intricacies of her hands, its structure and warmth. Had it been a Farseer, they would have immediately taken note of the materials, the symbolism, the gravity of the offering. While the design varied, the intention remained unchanged. Anticipation fills his bones, partially certain of her response, though there’s an undeniable undertone of doubt guiding his actions. For a nomad to bind himself, wholly devote himself to another — it was an immense sacrifice of liberty. All in exchange for companionship. 

Maybe their fondness had started young, beyond their cognizance. Through simple, courteous acts, heartfelt smiles, and selflessness. It felt odd for him to be in this situation, acting almost instinctively, as if he hadn’t planned it for the entirety of a month. Labels were an afterthought, unfitting even. Gifting the bracelet was more a formality than a necessity, but it didn’t dampen the weight of it at all.   

     ❛❛ Courtship’s that different in Oerba, huh? ❜❜

His voice abandons its usual timbre, hushed, gentle, bordering on a whisper.

     ❛❛ Some people give out rings. We give out bracelets. ❜❜

          Was he implying what she thought he was implying? After mention of it, it wasn’t much harder to figure out and her heart seems to stop--no, time seemed to stop all in one. Her response is silence as lips part, mouth attempting to form some sort of intelligible verbal reply. It was very different within her culture and much more obvious when asking for someone’s hand in marriage. 

           Her face is set ablaze, cheeks sore from just how hard she’d been smiling. Mixed with that grin were tears beading up at the corner of her eyes and it isn’t much later that she tackles Noel onto his back, her face buried into his chest to hide her dampened face. Somehow, she figured he’d never propose. Whether it be because he just thought marriage was unnecessary or because it was unfitting--after a while, the subject no longer lurked within her mind. Yet this was something special as it meant a promise. “Is this for real?”

There was no benefit in hiding it any longer. So, he opens it, reveals an adornment comprised of similar elements as his own jewellery, though some components were vastly different, far more valuable. Silver and gold dominate more than any alloy — the significance may not be readily apparent to her, considering their differing cultures. Perhaps she’d presume it’s an addition to her already numerous collection of bracelets decorating her forearms, or perhaps she’d question the reason why he is spoiling her out of the blue.

    ❛❛ Let’s see your wrist. ❜❜

And he gestures for it.

     ❛❛ Y’know, I’m supposed to ask you permission before I make this. This is something important, not just another piece of jewellery… ❜❜

          “Whoa...” Her eyes widen, the glimmer of starlight reflecting off the surface of the jewels. A smile faintly tints her face, as she holds out her wrist. She takes a glance at the appendage she offered before quickly pulling it back and ridding it of the bracelets and transferring them to the opposing arm. Then once more, she holds her arms out just for him. She hadn’t taken much notice to the increase of her heart rate, but just by the look on her face one could tell she was excited. 

          “What...is it for then? It’s awfully pretty.” It deserved a space on her wrist where it could be the star of the show amongst her other adornments. A spot made specifically for his gift is presented, digits wiggly with glee as her gaze shifts back up Noel nervously. “Our anniversary was a while ago, wasn’t it?”