To whom it may concern:
After fighting a losing battle with a waning muse for the past four months, I’m taking drastic measures to regain her. It was a terribly difficult decision to come to, but I’ll be pulling Selphie from Final Fantasy Unleashed and moving to another account. This may sound terribly petty of me, but my list of followers has gotten much too long for my taste— those of you with any degree of social anxiety will understand, and I ask those who don’t to be understanding.
While this change is necessary for my own comfort, I’d also like to open the position on the masterlist for a more canon Selphie, as mine has matured considerably in the past year that I’ve played her. This account will remain, as will my username, so if you are of those who enjoy my portrayal in spite, please feel free to refollow me here.
Thank you for your support, and for all of the wonderful adventures that are stored in the archives of this account— here’s to many more in the future!
asked: What's Selphie's favorite type of music?
[ Though Selphie has a healthy appreciation for music of almost any genre, I imagine she enjoys upbeat music with an “edge” most of all— basically, anything falling under the proverbial umbrella of “Pop Punk”.
While we’re on the subject, if she ever does manage to get a band of her own off the ground, I like to think they would sound something like this. ]
All he could do was scoff, turning his sights back toward the fields that surrounded Balamb. Though a weak retort signaled his defeat, he refused to admit to it. Palms rested in his pockets as his arms hung freely at his sides. Posture somewhat slumped in a facade of disinterest, he watched the gazing green-eyed girl, lovingly, from the corners of his eyes.
Wide emerald orbs and fluttering lashes looked on adoringly. Unable to feign vexation, Layle stifled a smile. “What a brat,” he said under his breath. Leave it to a girl like her to stop a guy like him in his tracks.
Hearing naught but poorly veiled affection in the comment carried to her on the breeze, Selphie dismissed it with a playful wrinkle of her nose, twirling on the toe of a boot and into an embrace. Arms winding about the Clavat from behind, she held firm and fast, cheek pressed to the embroidery adorning his coat.
"I’ll ask for leave," was the offered alternative, tone softened in an attempt to assure, "but it might take a little while to get approved, so…" Fingers fanned against Layle’s abdomen, she pulled herself closer, as if in anxious anticipation of his inevitable departure. "Would you, y’know… stick around until then?"
asked: Perhaps you should ask someone who can change jobs! Do you know anyone with that ability?
Huh, lemme see… someone who can…
Ooh, I know! Bartz can do all kinds of cool stuff!!
asked: Sure!! We'll even set you up with a dancer job class!! You'll look adorable, and look great too!!
Teehee~ I might sound kinda silly for askin’ this, but…
… what’s a “job class”? Like a training course, or somethin’…?
asked: If you can dance, maybe you should get up on stage with the big boys? Shake those hips miss Tilmitt!!
Wooow, on stage? You really think I could, Anonypoo?!
asked: Selphie!! Do you dance? I'd bet you'd be a lovely dancer!!
Sure, I do… I dance all the time!
I mean, we all learned how to dance super fancy in our pre-SeeD training… but waltzin’ and all that gets kinda stuffy after a while, y’know? Zell teases me when I do on my own, but he can kiss a cactuar, for all I care! What matters is that I’m havin’ fun, teehee!
bartz-chocobo-enthusiast replied to your post:
((Let us agree to never let Selphie have her own blog))
[ Selphie actually has her own blog in the game, and it’s exceptionally well-kept… that was just me being horrifically OOC, teehee. ]