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Main Blog/RP Blog of Gix, Ragna and Hazama from my fanfic of "The Cursed Azure."

This is a multi-muse blog. Check the muse page for the list of muses.

onikashi:

ally-mod:

prosinac:

THIS IS WHY I HAVEN’T BEEN UPLOADING

pretty much

all the time

crap

Getting back to see how you guys are doing

Hi guys, how are you doing? It’s been a while since I came here. School life has been busy for quite while now and again, here I am trying to test myself if I can graduate this time. Last subject. I hope to graduate and have a comfy free life for at least 3 months or so if I successfully passed this goddamn subject. And… hope you guys are doing fine… and to those who have threads with me, don’t worry. They are on drafts and not yet lost. So…~

It’s a Date! ☾ Closed with gixedgewood

the-moon-before-twilight:

gixedgewood:

the-moon-before-twilight:

gixedgewood:

          “It’s nothing…” he replied still looking away. After a few minutes of trying to hide his real emotion, he looked back at Xion who was smiling at him. The Tracer flinched an eye for a bit. “Erm… what places do you usual taken a like anyway?” he asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

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"Uhh huh." A warm grin grew on her lips, ocean hues resting a gentle gaze on him before gazing around at the sights once more. "Well I haven’t really been to any. Other then the clock tower where the sun sets and the beach, a place I made a promise about."

           ”A promise, huh?” Add said. The Tracer was curious about this weird promise and to whom she made with it, but there is no point of asking whatever it was since it has nothing to do with him. He then heard that Xion never went to any other place other than the clock tower. Add wondered if there were other place in their world, but he guessed that she’s not the type of a person who likes to wander around without someone with her.

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"Yeah.. We promised we’d go to the beach together on our next day off." Xion rested a gentle hand over the entrance of her pocket. A small blue and yellow tipped shell lay snug beneath. It was the only physical remnant of memory she had left of them. The only proof that their memories existed. Sure she could’ve saved the ice cream sticks, but, as Axel said, they weren’t worth anything unless it said W I N N E R.

          “Stop it…” Add said as he held Xion’s hand’s tight and pulled her to the Elder Village not far from Ruben. Add wanted to tell that she should just forget it for a while, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings like he usually do when they first met.

gixedgewood: ≈ (to Toma on purpose lol)

orisamanofantasy:

Gix:

orisamanofantasy:

Send me a "≈" and my muse will react to yours shoving them into a body of water.
 Toma was watching over Alice and Shin playing in the pool, when suddenly he was pushed onto the pool.
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 ”Hrm..U-waah!!” his arms flails in the water.He looked up to see the culprit “Hey! why did you do that?!” he shouted slashing water on who pushed him.

          “Hey! It’s… it’s not like that!” Gix blushed. She lost the chance to explain as Toma played along with the pool. She had no choice but to tag along since she’s already wet, but one thing she knows, she’ll get sick the next day after being unable to prepare for cold splash of water.

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  “Like what Gix?” he asked her splashing some water on Shin. “Were you planing something nasty for me then?” he grinned at her.

          “Huh? Ah, eh… no!” Gix shook her head as pinkish hues appeared from her cheeks. “What do you mean nasty?! I don’t do something… something like that!”

A Night of Knowledge

yellow-eyed-esper:

gixedgewood:

yellow-eyed-esper:

"I went to the Sego Canyon in Utah to look at the paintings alongside the sandstone cliffs. These red paintings were left behind 8,000 years ago by the nomadic Archaic people as they traveled the American Southwest hunting game animals, collecting plants, and sheltering in caves. The paintings were characterized by large humanoid forms with round heads, hollowed eyes, horns and antennae. These painting were thought to represent the shamanistic art associated with the ritual activities of the Archaic people… but these painting resemble extraterrestrials."

          “Oh…” Rachel rose a brow. It seems that it would not be boring to discuss things such as his travels. “So it seems that there are things that humans never have known yet unless they unravel the clues themselves…”

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"Oh, but there’s more… I went to Kimberly, Australia and I saw more alien-like paintings in the nearby caves. These strange beings called Wondjina were drawn by Aboriginal tribes about 3,800 years ago. Ancient Australian Aboriginal mythology suggests that the Wondjina were rain and cloud spirits that created the land and its inhabitants. They would descend from the sky to paint images of themselves on cave walls before entering a nearby waterhole to die. The Aboriginal people believe that if the Wondjina are offended, they will seek vengeance through fierce lightning, wind, and flooding. The alien-like Wondjina are drawn with round heads and hollowed eyes, but no mouths, as it is believed that there are so powerful that it would rain forever if they could speak."

         Rachel realized that Nathan had stories to bring as he get to travel around the world, while she only watches them from her castle. “Maybe it’s not bad to hear stories from you or maybe… come along and see whatever stories behind these ancient human stories…”

add-psychic:

gixedgewood:

          “Okay…” Ragna scratched his head and looked away from Add. He needs to do something between them and being stubborn and speechless is not even the way to solve the distance between the two. “What’s the goddamn problem?” he asked.

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✗ “The problem?”, he asked back. “.. ….”, really good question. Add didn’t know what the answer was because he had that insomnia problem since he began to study the technology in the Ancient Library.

                          ✗ “D-don’t ask me.. It’s a sleep problem.

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✗ He then sighed. “Seems like I have to stay up the night again.”, of course, he could analyze some stuff again.

          Ragna was a bit frustrated inside, but he didn’t want to show it to the Tracer. It’s already worst enough that they have to come into this and Ragna haven’t made any progress at all in fixing their situation. “Well…” he started, but a paused was made. “Umm… yeah sure… go on.” Ragna added. But again, he got annoyed. Wrong answer as always.

Sorry guys for being inactive.

I have been busy since the start of August and… of course I want to deal with the Thesis first so I can lump on my bed and roll over after its over.

To those who have a thread with me, please be patient. I’ll be working on it after I have free time.

add-psychic:

gixedgewood:

          “So… you want to sleep…” Ragna shuts his eyes close. He had something on his mind but it was suggestive to do. Ragna remembered not telling the Tracer that he was the one who had problems in sleeping. But he’d rather not cause anymore shit than he was dealing right now.

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✗ “… Yes. I try to.. and I thought it would be easier when I sleep… in someone else’s bed but.. … ”, he closed his eyes but opened them afterwards.

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                                                ✗ ”Seemed like it didn’t work..

✗ Of course the Tracer still tried and closed his eyes; mumbing something.

          “Okay…” Ragna scratched his head and looked away from Add. He needs to do something between them and being stubborn and speechless is not even the way to solve the distance between the two. “What’s the goddamn problem?” he asked.

add-psychic:

gixedgewood:

          Ragna groans in dismay and narrowed his eyes. "I can’t believe I’m dealing with this shit again…" he had in his mind. “Okay, fine, you can push that excuse. If you’re trying to sleep, try not to move around too much?” he asked in a sarcastic voice.

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✗ “Even if I don’t move around too much - I can’t sleep.”, finally.. Add turned around to face the other. Nope, not amused. “You don’t even know how it feels to have Insomnia, do you?

                                ✗ Well, the Tracer didn’t know the right answer.

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✗ “It’s even more difficult than trying to keep yourself alive when you’re deep injured.”, what kind of example was that? “I’d rather die instead of living with it after I achieved my goal.

          “So… you want to sleep…” Ragna shuts his eyes close. He had something on his mind but it was suggestive to do. Ragna remembered not telling the Tracer that he was the one who had problems in sleeping. But he’d rather not cause anymore shit than he was dealing right now.

A Night of Knowledge

yellow-eyed-esper:

gixedgewood:

yellow-eyed-esper:

gixedgewood:

  “I believe you have so much to tell me from the time we have last met…” Rachel giggled as her fingertips traces the edge of the cup and takes a sip after. “I expect some sensible stories from you.”

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"Recently, I got a chance to travel around the world and see some neat places." Nathan was reading about haunted places, places that are like hell on Earth, and places where there were ancient paintings.

          “Well then… entertain me with those stories…” Rachel answered. She admits that Nathan had a weird sense of traveling sites, but more was to her as she lives in a different dimension. “Paintings… go on.”

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"I went to the Sego Canyon in Utah to look at the paintings alongside the sandstone cliffs. These red paintings were left behind 8,000 years ago by the nomadic Archaic people as they traveled the American Southwest hunting game animals, collecting plants, and sheltering in caves. The paintings were characterized by large humanoid forms with round heads, hollowed eyes, horns and antennae. These painting were thought to represent the shamanistic art associated with the ritual activities of the Archaic people… but these painting resemble extraterrestrials."

          “Oh…” Rachel rose a brow. It seems that it would not be boring to discuss things such as his travels. “So it seems that there are things that humans never have known yet unless they unravel the cues themselves…”