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Thanks. She’s adorable.
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“l’cie who fulfill their focus… they become crystal and gain eternal life.”
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"Our own private heaven."
"All we need--just you and me."
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TIDUS!·ﾟ.⋆☽
“ oh… yeah. I guess all the fur would weigh ‘em down, huh? ” were moogles even furry? they were in the pictures that permeated Spiran culture, but he’d never seen a real one, so he didn’t really know. hopefully, today would be the day he’d find out. and if moogles liked quaint, nap-worthy locale, he knew a few. ( he was known to occasionally pass out under the sun, too. ) “ quiet…? I think I know a spot! ” the first place to check was a little cove, hidden by a cliff, outlooking the ocean, known by all the villagers, and yet somehow still considered private; maybe because it was out of the way to get to. kids went there to bury “treasure” they didn’t want anyone else to find, though it was usually nothing of any real value. ( or couples went there for “privacy”. come to think of it, it was kind of embarrassing bringing Serah there. he laughed uncomfortably, ignoring that– ) “ someone’s gonna get a big surprise if they find a sleeping moogle over there. ” he waved her on, and then stopped in front of the cliff, covered in thick greenery, and bordered by the ocean. there were two paths to their destination; by water, or by vine. “ you up for a climb, or do you wanna get your feet wet? ‘up to you, time traveler! ”
❛ fur? no.. he’s pretty naked! ❜ the thought makes her laugh, though. He could certainly use the fur. The poor guy was normally cold in most situations. Often he would retreat into her arms, or curl up against her and Noel at campsites. ( It’s ironic, though when brought to a time with snow, he was full of joy. )
she follows along, musing her own thoughts. she’s never seen most of this world-- with each visit there was only a certain amount of time allotted. but with most visits, she’s never missing a moogle. in all honesty, she’s not too worried about him. if she felt safe, then he certainly was. but for her world, the time to find Mog was mostly vital. ( and for Noel’s sanity, too -- ) ❛ up for it? why wouldn’t I be? ❜ she’s joined at his side, hands on her hips. soaking in the view, and also the challenge. she’s excited. any new task was mostly welcomed by her own adrenaline. the grin she’s wearing proves it. ❛ i’ll be right behind you! ❜
okay but serah is best canon mom i mean look at reynn. grew up to put other ppl first ( n the fact they both DIED for it so i mean whats good )
reynn has the BEST CANON MOM FULL OF LOVE, GOOD FOOD, WARMTH, GOOD. HUGS. WHAT ELSE COULD U ASK FOR.
but uh yeah dyin runs in the family you’re gonna have to get used to it :/
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one thing at a time, serah. (insp)
Source: nightclimes
NOEL!·ﾟ.⋆☽
‘ not that bad ’ she says. he withholds a retort, settling with a displeased hum in its stead. he’d listen, though, give her an opportunity to explain. ❛ bold as always. he really up and suggested that idea, or did you ? sounds a lot like a Snow idea to me. funny how things worked out, though. ❜ maybe there’s more to him, maybe he’s a saint bound by a boisterous shell.
❛ it was all him! ❜ there was no suggesting, no asking. he just did it. ❛ I was about to give up on waiting, too. ❜ she had been sitting there for an hour after all -- thinking maybe she’d gotten the time wrong, maybe it was all a joke. whatever it really had been, she was eternally grateful for it. ❛ I think.. even if it hadn’t happened that way we would’ve met later. I was at the NORA cafe almost everyday to study. ❜ but she prefers sooner. ❛ fate works out weird, huh? ❜
HOPE!·ﾟ.⋆☽
a chuckle, he’s enlightened by her enthusiasm. and the answer flows so natural, without prior deliberation ( as though it’s question posted so constant ) ❛ it could be any matter of factors. it definitely has to do with their proximity to us. it could also be as simple as some stars simply being a little brighter than others. nature’s full of variables, and the stars aren’t exempt. ❜ how he wishes to peek himself, observe the cosmos, appreciate the wonders nature wrought. he’d taken a turn, deviating from perfect pavement to a slightly irregular, but not uncharted, unkempt road winding up the hill. beyond foliage, beyond the artificial bloom of LEDs and cityscapes, laid an inconspicuous nook at the head of the trail. the car is parked, with doors automatically opening, and he’s already finding himself at the passenger’s side.
❛ this spot … ❜ his attention shifts to a fissure splitting the wall of rock just ahead, ❛ … is where I ran off to as a kid whenever I was upset. I found it by accident. it doesn’t look like much, but the view of the sky on the cliff just behind it is phenomenal. ❜ within the cover of night, its expanse appears as a sooty landmark nestled by trees. it’s a secret easily missed, its unseen treasures tucked and privy to select eyes only. he’s slipping past the fracture, amazed he’s still able to slip by. surely Serah would have little to no trouble doing so, as height was more an issue than breadth.
and there, he’s revising that quiet comfort discovered in tender youth. the sweet silence of night allowed for calmed thought and cooled anger, allowed for controlled emotions and mental solace. an additional perk was the view it provided, framing the heavens in a picturesque scene any avid stargazer would gawk at. it’d been a carefully kept secret all these years, yet he finds it appropriate to share here and now. who needed coffee when the stars supercharged with their spectacle and brilliance ?
wonder immediately fills her eyes as she follows his lead, e a s i l y sliding her way past the wall of rocks. what hid behind those walls was unimaginable. it was magical. so unspeakably so, that she was afraid to even make a sound. even a peep would disrupt the peace that this hidden paradise had. there’s this smile upon her lips, so huge -- so thankful. looking to him, her eyes had to have been brighter than all of those stars in the sky.
❛ Hope... ❜ that soft, soft whisper breaks the silence. she had to. there was this burning question, so she lets it slip in that same whisper. filled with disbelief and wonder. ❛ have you.. ever taken someone here before? ❜ this spot seemed to be hidden so well, if someone were to blink they would miss it -- he must have found it without trying. he would have to take someone special here. this view would only be rewarding for someone who deserved it. after just one meeting was she deserving of something so special?
a breathy sigh leaves her lips, almost coming out as a laugh. a common tic for when she was excited. her eyes meet the sky, trying to get a glimpse of each and every star. ❛ i’ve never seen so many! ❜ in the city, it was so hard to see them all. she’s heard that light pollution dimmed even the brightest of stars from the naked eye, but she never would have thought so many were hidden by those city lights. this almost felt like a painting. there’s a cool breeze, and it brings her hands to her arms, but it doesn’t interrupt her viewing. her eyes stay put, and so does her smile. ❛ I want to stay just like this. ❜ it’s softer, now. almost as if she’s talking to herself. ❛ it almost feels like.. there’s no problems here. ❜ a hum. ❛ how many of these stars do you think have granted wishes? or.. provided miracles. ❜
NOEL!·ﾟ.⋆☽
❛ still can’t believe that knucklehead is your fiancé. how did you two even meet ? you seem like two totally different people. ❜ maybe opposites truly did attract.
❛ he’s not that bad! ❜ she laughs, eyes getting soft, reminiscing on the day that felt like ages ago. ❛ I got stood up on a date, so he sat with me and pretended to be my boyfriend! ❜
LEBREAU!.·ﾟ.⋆☽
✿ _____ Yes, certainly a single drink would do her no harm, but the pace at which she indulges in her first sip – followed by another, and another – yields a moment of concern, and a worried twitch to Lebreau’s brow.
❝ Um, Serah… ❞
Utterances of caution, all woefully in vain. The side effects have already started to secure their ruthless hold, inviting color to Serah’s cheeks, and a perpetual giggle to her lips. And Lebreau, powerless against a mind already distorted by alcohol’s sway, suddenly finds herself attempting to suppress her own chortles of amusement.
❝ A master – Uh-huh. Right. ❞ Elbows fall atop the polished counter, chin perched upon an upturned palm, endeared once more by her friend’s childlike display. ❝ So how do you feel? Word of advice – if the room starts spinning, it’s probably best to sit down. ❞
❛ I feel... GREAT! i’m so happy you asked! ❜ it’s said almost like a cheer. her arms are lifted into the air as dramatic flare, nothing was spinning, yet. however hands are quick to hug the glass again, holding it close as if she were about to take another sip. but she hesitates. a momentary conscientious moment? no. she just notices that there’s very little left. so she wants to save it. but she does as she’s told, sitting down slowly. she might be a TAD BIT gone, but she’s still aware that a bar stool was up high, and there’s a part of her that tells her she’d better not wake up with a bruise from falling short of the seat, on top of a hangover. ( that she didn’t even sign up for. )
❛ hey you know.. Snow gets off work soon, right? ❜ a glance to the clock, with a focused squint. she can’t read it all too well, but instincts tell her she’s about right. ❛ maybe I should save the rest for him! he’d like it a lot. ❜ it was an idea, and despite Snow not actually drinking anything fruity, it was a good idea. because deep deep down, her still sober mind is telling her she’s had enough. ❛ here. you save that for him! ❜ and gently, the glass is placed down in front of Lebreau, with a bright smile.
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CID RAINES!·ﾟ.⋆☽
❛ I still await that tour of Bodhum you so happily suggested. ❜ a wave of the hand, haughtiness heavy upon his tongue. patience wears thin, obligations ever rise ; he hopes to accomplish much yet their retinue continues to drag their feet. how difficult it has become to employ good people, though he cannot scold her servants just yet. ❛ enlighten me, tell me of the culture. show me this strength of will your people so famously possess. I’ve yet to witness it myself among your countrymen. ❜ note his tone, note his detachment from the people. there’s little empathy at present.
❛ then I must apologize. you will have to wait a little longer. ❜ in truth, there was nothing besides her own stubbornness that was preventing his tour of Bodhum. if his tone had been at all different, she would reconsider. her people did not deserve the false wonder Cid held. despite how ready they were to show him what made Bodhum so unique, she is still not sure if he is deserving to know about that just yet. this is her home, and she will protect it with the limited power she currently had. ❛ I have something to attend to-- Noel’s request. ❜ she turns to her companion with a small wink, hoping he’d catch the hint. ❛ right, Mog? ❜
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But Serah, remember this… As you walk towards a brighter tomorrow, you have to look back to your past.
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WELCOME TO GLIMMER !!
I’m Phoebe (aka Phob) and, if you know me already, it’s likely from one of my current blogs, namely nightscaped and/or dreamled. I’ve been roleplaying since 2006 (starting on Tumblr in 2012) and I’ve been making graphics since about 2008 (granted, it took me a while to get any good at graphics because I’m entirely self-taught and, most importantly, I was 12 in 2008). I’ve been coding since late 2014 and, while I’m no expert, I’ve taught myself a lot.
Until very recently, I was an animation student but things got complicated and I’ll just say that this is no longer the case. I won’t go into all the details of my private financial situation but I will say that student loans were a large portion of my income and, as you might expect, I am no longer receiving them. Because of this, I’d like to make some extra money and figured the best way to do so was to start up commissions.
Examples and further info can be found on the blog. Pricing is as follows;
- Small Graphics (Promos, banners, etc) / £5
- £8 for a set of two small graphics (+£4 for every additional graphic)
- Themes / £10 with free coding provided (+£5 for complex sidebar)
- Dash icons / £1 (+50p for every additional icon)
- Animated graphics will cost +£1
NOEL!·ﾟ.⋆☽
a virtuous act returns to haunt him. there’s a dip of brows, a moment spent recalling a slew of mishaps ( yes, they’re all committed to memory, for very specific purposes ). he’s being chastised for the actions of another, one who finds himself enticed by reckless thrills time and time again. he’s reminded once more that hitting a car was apparently a swell idea. it’s the source of blue, hot, bloodied knuckles and Serah’s prodding. gaze tipping, fuelled and cast dark by consideration, a reason is assembled in the hope of it being satisfactory.
❛ figured you were used to Snow doing stupid stuff. if I called you every time he messed up, your phone would constantly be going off. ❜
Snow learned through practical means, hands on — in the purest of fashion. literally. scars, bruises, scrapes, they’re all tokens of time spent educating himself on what methods worked and what didn’t. the silver lining, destructive nature aside, was that it proved him sturdier than an ox, perhaps reinforced his brawn, too.
❛ you know that’s not what I meant. ❜ she had meant the moment her husband decided that going to Noel was a better option than going to a hospital, with a broken hand. that’s what she meant. ❛ don’t get sarcastic with me right now, Noel. it was a really long night. ❜ it’s almost so u n u s u a l for him to see her so grouchy. so much so, that Mog’s taken his opportunity to hide behind Noel’s back. ( despite wanting to accompany her on this little trip. ) ❛ I really appreciate you helping him out, but I deserved a call. ❜ if anything, that was the reason she was so mad. to be left in the dark about something, even if it’s seemingly little, left her uneasy. the only call she received was the one from Gadot, who mistook her for Snow, leaving her with confusion and worry. just to know that he was at least in the care of her best friend would’ve made a lot of difference.
❛ you don’t get why i’m upset, and I don’t know how to explain it I just want you to call me next time, okay? ❜ not that there should be a next time. ❛ I know he makes a lot of mistakes, but i’ll never just be used to them. especially if he’s hurt himself. ❜ she looks down to the floor, voice lowering, it’s obvious she’s serious. ❛ he’s so used to his l’cie powers.. he thinks he’s still invincible, and that makes me nervous. ❜ and his job wasn’t particularly safe either. he worked with heavy machinery, and though she has no doubts in his abilities, there were always risks that apparently he needed to be reminded of. ❛ I don’t want to argue with you too, Noel so please-- ❜
LEBREAU!.·ﾟ.⋆☽
✿ _____ His old self. ‘Tis a time they would all prefer to forget, despite how deeply the wounds of distant memories have scarred their resilient skin. But Lebreau has watched them, in all their brokenness, come together once again, and rebuild the life they have always deserved. She, like the rest of them, looks toward a brighter future, and continues to heal from the past.
❝ I still can’t believe you convinced him to see a doctor. ❞ Her head shakes, and fingers reach for the stem of her wine glass. ❝ Now that hand is his punishment for being such an idiot. Let him live with it for a couple of days and see if he ever tries to pull a stunt like that again! ❞
Mischief tugs at her grin, resting against the rim of her glass. ❝ And don’t worry about Gadot, either. I’ve already got that one covered. ❞ For all of the man’s brawn and might, he has always been known to shrivel under Lebreau’s vicious tongue-lashing.
❛ once he saw the look on my face, there wasn’t any arguing. ❜ but of course, she’s skipping the part where they did in fact argue. he had said she was overreacting, countless of times. while she was insistent that she was not. once her reasoning came to light, he had hushed himself, allowing her to direct him to the car, and to a doctor. and she knows Gadot and Noel both thought she was mad at them for no reason, but there was plenty. Snow had always been radical, but she knows for sure, he’d learned to rely heavily on his quick-healing l’cie abilities. allowing him to run into destruction with hardly a scratch. she thinks though, that she’s finally drilled into his thick skull to help him realize it doesn’t work that way anymore.
❛ and when you tell me not to worry about Gadot, that doesn’t change that i’ll worry about him. he and Snow are exactly alike, they’ll get into trouble soon enough. ❜ but she smirks, taking another little sip. ❛ but next time i’ll have my sister deal with them. ❜
NOEL!·ﾟ.⋆☽
she speaks no lies, he merely laughs. it was best to accept what she gave — it’s a stubborn heart in her, and no reasonable refusal exists within him. he’ll hang it up, as she requests, perhaps even frame it ( my, imagine what pride Mog would feel should he see it ). for now, the artwork is handled with the tenderest of regard, mindful of his fingers, careful not to crumple the corners. it’s placed close to his belongings, a reminder not to forget once he decides to return home.
arms cross about his chest, a tilt of the head, the smallest of smiles. it’s true — many of their conversations digress, lean toward the topic of Mog. though, it was a conscious decision to discuss any matters involving him aside, beyond his presence. ❛ oh yeah, I’m aware. ❜ now he paces ‘round the room, preferring to stay mobile rather than sit, figures he’ll stretch his legs. ❛ Mog’s got a big head, if he ever found out we spoke that much about him, his ego would burst. ❜
he wonders if it’s an innocuous prod into his personal life. Mog served as a conversational bridge, oft the prelude to rich discussion and heartfelt laughs. for now, he’d accept the bait, delve into situations more thoughtful than quick chitchats and catchups on the phone.
❛ if you want me to complain about Snow, I can do that instead. ❜
❛ and why would I want you to do that? ❜ however there’s curiosity. what’s he done now? no more bones have been broken, she’s quite sure of that. and as far as she’s concerned, he’s been to work, the cafe, and home as of late. he’s been sticking to that schedule so much that she’s positive there hasn’t been enough time to annoy Noel. ❛ if you really want to, though, that’s okay! I won’t listen very well. ❜ there’s a tease to her tone, as she’s popping up from the couch. she glances outside, focusing on his footsteps. how wasteful would it be for the rest of their day if they didn’t indulge in the daylight? normally, it’d be snowing right about now, but the sun had peaked itself through the clouds, allowing the sun to provide a little bit of warmth.
❛ lets go for a walk! ❜ it’s a crazy idea, it might be warmer outside, but it’s still winter. however, that’s not going to stop a creative idea. she gives him no time to argue, she’s grabbing a jacket off of the rack, throwing it on quickly. ❛ that ice cream shop is still down the street! and this time you can get something else instead of that gross bacon flavor. ❜ his coat is tossed in his direction, smiling at him as she’s waiting for him to put it on. ❛ i’ll let you complain the whole time~ ❜
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SNOW!·ﾟ.⋆☽
IT ALMOST TAKES THE breath right out of him, feeling those little k i c k s, little nudges that prove their boy is more than just a b l o b on a piece of paper —— something to prove that he’s really there. It’s terrifying & reassuring all at once, and Snow keeps s t a r i n g at his hands on Serah’s stomach like there’s nothing else that matters in that moment.
His hero.
THAT’S ALL HE NEEDS TO HEAR. He lets Serah’s words, her dulcet touch, draw a s i g h out of his chest. It’s deep & heavy, like it’s been sitting in his lungs for far too long, weighing him down, keeping him from r e s u r f a c i n g. But now he’s here, with his family, and that’s what finally anchors him b a c k to shore.
“ I will be… I promise. ” His hands don’t move, his voice doesn’t waver. “ Serah, I’ll keep you both safe. Our little boy deserves more than a hero ——- he deserves a father. Don’t exactly know much about being one of those, but… we’ll figure it all out together, right? ”
❛ I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll protect us. ❜ their baby couldn’t be brought into a better family. to have a father she knows Snow will be, and to have a family that will love, and protect him is the luckiest thing in the world. ❛ i’m not worried for you at all. the moment our little boy is in your arms, you’ll know just what to do. ❜ that’s what she’s been telling herself, after all. she had no idea how to be a mother, either. but she’s gotten this far with what little she knew, she’s sure when the time comes, they’ll provide all the care their son will need perfectly.
❛ I’m so happy you can finally feel him. ❜ her voice is in such a soft whisper. she would hate to break this moment. it was so peaceful. so sweet. his reaction brings tears to her eyes. ❛ I think he’s going to be just like you. he’s active, and a little too strong sometimes! ❜ there’s a gentle, happy laugh, as she carefully brings herself to sit in front of him, meeting his eyes. ❛ he gets really active when he hears you, too. it’s really cute. ❜ she’s been waiting for the perfect time to tell him the little details. when he could finally feel something of what she was. tonight was the perfect time, it couldn’t have been better.
❛ he’s going to love you so, so much Snow. I know it. ❜ she’s smiling, but her eyes can’t hold those happy little tears anymore, so she begins to cry, just a little. ❛ you love him so much, already. we both do. that alone makes you a great father. ❜ she picks up the ultrasound, staring at it with her soft, teary gaze. ❛ it’s okay for you to be scared. you don’t have to hide that from me. don’t hide anything from me. any added stress on you is added stress on me. we’re a team, remember? ❜