⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝

#mvrp ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ lulu of final fantasy x. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

༯✧₊⁺જ⁀➴

𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳’𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑬.

𝑳𝑼𝑳𝑼 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬!

#mvrp ✟ #ffrp

[: ̗̀➛ 𝓣𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇. @dovesate]

There’s ritualistic slaughter in being a woman, femur to cranium——vein to an aorta; we bleed endlessly and forever, in regret of our mother.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

Feet remain steady, a moogle tucked beneath an arm—a free hand extends, palm rolling to face the earth. Red eyes bleed apathy.

“…Hm.”

The earth && sky entwines in shame, soil shattering, maw gaping to feast on an enemy.

——𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙆𝙀 !

[𝐊i𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃 *slow replies* @PotionandPages]

Shoutout to these lovely writers
@DARKNECROPHADES @MightRoarOfWar @tribaltides @ShinRasRufus @brawlersfist @FushiNoShokuzai @ritualsgore <3

[𝑭𝑨𝒀𝑻𝑯, 𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑯.ᐟ @summonersdance]

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳.ᐟ

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

♡ for a starter.
↻ to spread the word.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
#ffrp ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ #mvrp

[⋆ ❨ ❀ ❩ ⋆ 忠 ・͟勇͟・ 真 @SummoningBallad]

https://t.co/q4NsWs9Zz1

[ᴛɪꜰᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴋʜᴀʀᴛ @FINALHEAVENHART]

"Just promise me one thing. When we're older, and you're a famous SOLDIER...if I'm ever trapped or in trouble... promise you'll come and save me."

[𝐊i𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃 *slow replies* @PotionandPages]

"You would rather stand with those,
who want you to burn then those who
want you to grow."
OC. Fantasy RP.

[𝑭𝑨𝒀𝑻𝑯, 𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑯.ᐟ @summonersdance]

#FFRP ＊ #MVRP
˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝒀𝑼𝑵𝑨 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑹.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

Fingers are long, and clever as they weave thread and needle into fabric——stitching skin together, of a new doll / 𝒘 𝒆 𝒂 𝒑 𝒐 𝒏. Passion does not remain, face still as marble carved. Do not gaze upon her creation, it may look awfully like the * ( READER ), likeness and all.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

The moogle, no flesh given life: but cotton and fabric entwining as one, jerks its limbs, puppet strings pulled by its mistress / * ( her ). Lulu’s gaze is empty——clever muscle of a tongue swiping across a lower lip.

“It comes in all kinds, boy.”

[𝐊i𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃 *slow replies* @PotionandPages]

He was not wrong after all. Eyes part in fascination, looking from moogle to its animator.

"I've never seen animation before, I mean magic wise. It's different where I come from."

Far different, but will not reveal it to this individual yet that is.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

“You betray yourself,” a drawl, rolling off the tongue: no lilt to a voice, all flat. There is little need to wear masks of mirth——in a masquerade. “Why do you do it, hm? There is a new morrow beckoning.”

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

Fabric drifts, black cotton fluttering to cover the sight of knees && feet; pale without the blaze of the sun. Fingers wring the wet from the hem of her dress—spine curved, in her good work. The waves still roll, salt of the world’s tears seeping into a nose.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

Water flows, wet in its love / destruction; seeping through endlessness, devouring empty air. Red nails crook, fingers commanding the element to 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆.

It is a destructive thing, bringing earth to heel; to be slick—muddy && it is the silent murder of inferno.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

A belly is empty by design—corpse a temple, a shield for a saviour. The elements she commands for 𝓱͟𝓮͟𝓻͟, air violated for the roll of lightning, then flames bringing the slickness of perspiration upon flesh, bare && ‘neath heavy fabric.

She does not regret.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

“Hm…”

A cranium groans; neck accomodating the tilt of a skull. Lips press thinly together, little mirth discovered in this conjurer’s bewilderment.

“Yes. Your eyes do not deceive you.”

[𝐊i𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃 *slow replies* @PotionandPages]

"....Did that moogle just walk?"

Surely, it was only the conjurer's imagination. The stuffed being seemed to hold emotion in its beady eyes.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

“…Hm.”

A disapproving click of the tongue; gaze lowered: wine red eyes observing the fabric forged flesh of a moogle. Its stuffed limbs twitch, jerk in time to a heart pulsating.

“Do not be so shy. Look at me in the eye when we spar. It is cowardice, otherwise.”

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

— ooc:

My apologies. I will be in and out. I am currently on a vacation in Brasil far from my home in the oceania region. But that being said: since I am on holiday, I have plenty of free time within reason outside important encounters. The next days are free due to jet lag.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑹——fingers caress fabricated skin of a moogle; faceless, little face carved from misery. Her own is without light, all sullen && inviting little company in beckoning slaughter for the * ( summoner ). 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

[⌞ ———𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬! ⌝ @ritualsgore]

“You lack focus,” fingers flit across fabricated skin of a moogle, tongue pressing behind teeth. “It infuriates.”