︶꒦꒷ DEVOTION BLED. ꒷꒦︶
︶︶︶︶ ༉‧₊˚.
to be an undying is this: sacrifice curling within sinew betwixt bone and flesh. There is no other fate promised other than inferno and rotting decay in 𝐇͟𝐈͟𝐒͟ name. #ffrp ⁀➷ #mvrp ⁀➷ #ffxvirp.
✧・゚: *✧・゚
୨⎯ A SOLO ! ⎯୧
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃. ࿐ྂ
Jote thinks the flames can be benevolent.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jote x Joshua and mature themes. Some inspiration from a thread. Thank god for rp and inspo!
✧・゚: *✧・゚
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
Solo:
Devotion.*ೃ༄
﹌﹌﹌
a study in:
being a puppet,
the waltz of bodies.
content warning: nsfw.
. . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . .
Is she loyal?
In wars, in battle, she 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 of him; all cloaked in »
✧・゚: *✧・゚
୨⎯ A SOLO ! ⎯୧
𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.. ࿐ྂ
Jote knows only one steady constant throughout her life.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jote x Joshua and mature/nsfw themes. Inspired by a thread.
✧・゚: *✧・゚
FF16 ULTIMANIA SPOILERS #FF16U
JOTE PROFILE AND TIMELINE
-Age 24 post timeskip
-Has been watching over Joshua since the events of Phoenix Gate
-She logs all of her travels in detail
-Jote is not her real name
-Prioritizes Joshua's self more than anything else
-When Kihel approached them, Jote had a knife ready behind her in case of opposition
Year 854 (Age 0) Born to a maid. She was originally a bearer, but before she was branded, she was brought to the Undying
Year 860 (Age 6) She assisted with taking care of Joshua after he was found unconscious after the events of Phoenix Gate
Year 865 (Age 11) She was appointed as Joshua’s servant since they were close in age. She assisted with finding out more information about the other Fire Dominant
Year 872 (Age 18) She goes on a journey to various places across the lands to survey different ruins
Year 873 (Age 19) Gets captured by Benedikta, escapes. Takes Joshua back to the Undying to heal after he seals Ultima away in himself
Year 878 (Age 24) [in game events happen]
ೃ. ⁀➷
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋!
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( or alternatively: interact with open tweets. * 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 may vary in length depending on context and muse. )
[ #ffxvirp ]
@WEALTHOFWEAPONS ❝Naught else will be my duty,❞ she confesses, tips of fingers ghosting against each red plume. A click of the tongue and her gaze shifts up. ❝Thank you, again.❞