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This blog has been archived and has been rebooted brand new under the same URL. @acureforsin
This blog has been archived and has been rebooted brand new under the same URL. @acureforsin
I really want a generally clean start here, so I'm debating on doing one of two things: archiving this blog and starting Jecht completely over, but still bringing over the threads I have active partners and interest in, or just deep cleaning this current blog, and keeping the threads I have active partners and interest in. Either one would result in a reposting of various headcanons and aesthetics and such. It's more that...a new blog would give the Fresh Start feeling a bit more depth in my soul.
For what that's worth lol.
Casual reminder that this is a sideblog to @oraculideluna and I will follow back from there. You don't have to follow me there if it's not your jam, but I'm just letting you all know, that's where I'll follow you from :)
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@luck-crowned put up his dukes
Well, this is new. It’s not often Jecht runs across someone not only taller than him, but bigger. He raises an eyebrow and smirks, fingers casually gripping his sword. “What’d I do t’make you hate me? Your lady a fan an’ you can’t live up?”
I got some requests to do the FFX cast, which i wanted also to redo for some time now
I almost reblogged art of Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina to this blog rather than my personal side blog. How's that for off topic.
Hurls a blitzball at Jecht.
@obstinatedreamer missed his old man
Catches it, spins it on one finger, then tosses it back. “Missed you too, kid.”
Reblog if you’re a little bit of an asshole
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Tidus & Jecht for all Jecht’s boys: @obstinatedreamer | @leviathkand | @caladbxlg | @xleitmotif | @sunshineguardian
Good morning, son Twenty years from now Maybe we’ll both sit down And have a few beers And I can tell You ‘bout today And how I picked you up And everything changed
And you’re so much like me I’m sorry
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Quick sketch practice of the muse, because I need to work on movement and non-stiff posing.
I want to take a nice, long look at Jecht’s life prior to being taken away from Dream Zanarkand, and boy, is it gonna delve pretty far back. Buckle up, this one’s gonna be long.
So, I’ve thought a lot about Jecht’s marriage, and though we only see snippets of Tidus’s life with his parents, we can safely say it wasn’t a happy time for most involved. Tidus, we know, was the subject of at least emotional and mental abuse at the hands of his father (I loathe to think physical, but I’ll get to that later), but I don’t think his mother helped much.
Backing this up even further, I don’t think Jecht married for love. I think he and his wife got along, I think they had enough in common to carry a conversation, I think they definitely liked each other, but ultimately, I think he knocked her up and married her for fear his reputation might be on the line. Because, up to this point in his life, he was Jecht, famous Blitzball player, living a life of stardom and probably luxury. He could go out every night, he could party, drink (I believe he didn’t drink excessively at this point in his life), get laid, then go home and do it all again tomorrow. It wasn’t a life of hedonism, per se, but a life of a man growing to stardom young.
After all, Jecht was only about 22-23 when Tidus was born. He was so young and just starting to live his life, not even really knowing who he was as a person. And then he gets a girl pregnant, and that doesn’t always look good, so they Vegas-style get hitched and move in together. Probably play up the news like they’ve known each other for a long time or what have you, but it was probably very spur of the moment.
A few Tidus RPers have talked with me about how Tidus’s mom also feels like she was probably a fangirl of Jecht’s, and there’s a part of me that’s inclined to agree based on the way she treats her own child. (Granted, this could all go further in-depth into her having a shit home life and reveling in what she has with Jecht because abandonment issues, but lbr, nothing negates child neglect, okay).
I think at first, they were both really good parents, but I’d really like to focus on Jecht here mostly. I’ve always headcanoned that he was so happy to be a dad at first. He loves Tidus fiercely. He loves his fat feet and his belly and that little giggle and those incredibly blue eyes. He’s the most beautiful child, and he loves him so intensely, so dearly, and he just dotes on him so much. In-game, it’s stated that Jecht wanted to teach Tidus Blitzball and watch him grow up to follow in his footsteps (it follows suit with the arrogance that fame has brought him) and I think he wanted to really be a good part of his life.
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His crying wasn’t too loud, or maybe Jecht was just ignoring him while cleaning the floor. Tidus assumed the latter. He usually did. When he finally looked up at Jecht, who now looked sourly down at him, his chest started to hurt more. He could feel the tightness in his throat that kept him from talking back.
Again picked up and sat down. There was no joy this time when Tidus watched Jecht scrub at his feet and most of his legs. With a sniff he grabbed the hem of his shirt and rubbed his snotty nose on it. Barely hearing the question Tidus didn’t look up at Jecht. He didn’t want to catch that look in his father’s eyes again.
“My stomach hurts,” he quietly mumbled in reply.
Not an answer to the question, and he barely withholds another exasperated sigh. He’s not interested in giving Tidus a bath, so instead he thinks about if he actually landed in it, if any other part of him than his feet touched the spilled beer. He doesn’t think so, and he feels satisfied to leave it at that.
“Well, of course your stomach hurts,” he chides, no amusement in his voice. “Y’drank my beer, an’ it’s not for kids. Last I checked, tha’s what you are.” A long moment, and there’s a twinge of guilt for talking to Tidus like this. There was a time he’d have gathered him into his arms and tucked him against his chest while they sat together on the couch. But the sight of his quivering lip and tear-stained cheeks brings more than a hint of annoyance to cover that guilt.
He finishes drying off his feet, then picks him back up to set him on the ground. “Go find your mom, I got things t’do.” Like start in on a new can since half the other one ended up on the floor.