Tipster & History Buff

(emphasis on the ‘buff’) Indie Talcott Hester RP/Art Blog {World of Ruin timeline-specific} low-activity blog selective || headcanon-heavy the Cactuar Enthusiast to this Moogle Lover--both penned by XiXi!

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late-WoR Talcott with a scruffy face.....

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and also:

@cactuarenthusiast teaching ravus how to drive

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Talcott is both excited and nervous about the idea, but sure! He'd be willing to teach the monarch.

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gingersmiith‌:

Good. tredd always likes seeing someone who knows the value of a good knife. Even if butterflies aren’t his usual fidget device.

The balisong is a practical fidget device alright. Stimming? Cutting up meat for dinner? Pruning his plants? Carving cactuar figures out of dead tree branches? It’s real neat.

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@calamitysshatteredson​:

The daemon hisses and half-stumbles away. Fine, fine. "Would stop being so... /practical/ if creatures stopped standing in-- Straight lines." He complains irritably before slithering back into the darkness.

Unbelievable. Is he really listening to a daemon’s excuses for having poorly-designed weapons??

Great, not only has he lost hearing in one ear, he’s also lost his mind over the course of the years.

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@gingersmiith replied to your post “Talcott, why do you have a knife in your pa--You know what. I don't...”

talcott do we need to have a talk about knife safety? because tredd is exhibit A

Nope, we’re all good in the hood.

Okay, Tal, quit showin’ off.

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"Please be careful, Talcott. I know concealing weapons seems really cool but consider safety first, okay?"

[ @amicitiaeclipse ]

The joke is-- thankfully-- understood, and so he can’t help but sigh sheepishly,   “Iriiiiis....”

He firmly pinches the bridge of his nose, face scrunching up just slightly as he wonders if he’d have more success brushing it all off or playing along... 

“It’s fine. No need to worry, really; you should be aware that I’m already pretty experienced,” he states with faux smugness while patting the set of daggers strapped to his thigh.

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beeeans‌:

“I’m sorry. Kind of.”

No he actually is sorry because Talcott is his buddy and he doesn’t like to upset his buddy.

Ducks his head and sulks in silence. Great. Now they’re both upset. 

King Noctis should know that while the younger appreciates being included in jokes, he’s just... not good at reacting. Tal’s really lame.

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@calamitysshatteredson liked your post:"Talcott, why do you have a knife in your pa--You...

SHOO! Go on, git! Get outta here with that unnecessarily long blade of yours. How is that even practical?! 

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“I see what y’all--” listen, you guys made him use a terrible contraction! “--are trying to do and it’s not gonna work...”

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beeeans‌:

#and he’s so Done lmao why did you have to point this out Noct

because he’s noctis

“Majesty, please...”

Hides his face with his hand. He’s probably screaming internally. When is he not, actually?

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"Talcott, why do you have a knife in your pa--You know what. I don't think i want to know, just don't stab yourself, okay?"

[ @beeeans ]

“Wh-- wait, no, NO-- no, I didnt’ quite mean-- like, n-not inside of-of... GODS, I’m--”

He coughs as if it’d hide how flustered he is.

Eventually he just stalks off to hole up in his truck, incredibly embarrassed and unsure how to ever redeem himself from his mess.

[vicioustranssuggestion]

what’s in my pants? well a knife, first of all, so shut the fuck up

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He's not going to leave any indications of who it's from. He's just gonna leave the little metal cactuar figurine on the hood of Talcott's truck. It differs from the others in that it's posed as though it's lounging on the metal. Happy Holidays, Talcott!

Gifts? Always accepting!

The tiny figurine would’ve gone unnoticed had Talcott not done his usual all-around inspection of his truck before setting off. To think that the cute little cactuar buddy could’ve been left unseen on the hood of the truck, could’ve gone flying off onto the dirt road once Tal drives off, left in the dark, damp dirt unloved? The poor little thing doesn’t deserve it at all.

A fond look subtly appears onto freckled features as he admires the detailing made onto the tiny figure, his thumb running gingerly over the glossy coating, and he has to stifle a laugh when he realizes the silly pose it is positioned in. It’s beautiful; he’ll treasure it forever.

He isn’t embarrassed to contact-cement this fine figurine onto his dashboard, lining it up right next to his most prized collection of Cactuars and Cactuettes given to him by a very important person in his life. What saddens him, though, is that he’s got no inkling of whom this came from, and so he can’t properly thank them for it.

Hopefully one of his future passengers will step forward, eventually.

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"get some sleep. you have a long day ahead of you."

Coraline Starters || accepting[ @beeeans​ ]

“I’ll… try,” he masks the lie with an obedient nod, tipping his hat too so that the King won’t notice the uneasiness plastered onto his face as they pass by one another in the hall. “You, too, Majesty. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Tal heads to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge which Ignis constantly stocks up with Ebony. Four cans are nabbed with intention to drop two into the cooler that he keeps in his truck, and to down the rest along with whatever MRE packets he has left hidden beneath the seats. 

He gets too anxious before assignments, and he knows all the anxiety and fear are sure to keep him up again this time. So he’ll just eat in the truck, consume as much caffeine as his systems can handle, and stay up ‘til their departure time. 

Hopefully by then his nerves would have calmed down even just a little bit.

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' i’ll make us a midnight snack. '

Coraline Starters || accepting[ @amicitiaeclipse ]

“Mmm--” 

He’s already bleary-eyed from all the written research he’s transcribing into braille for Ignis but the offer of food instantly perks him up. It’s terrible of him to rely on Iris’ constant reminders and her acts of kindness so often but it’s just... he’s never been this eager to do such work before, so he doesn’t quite realize the need to pace himself properly just yet. He just ends up working long hours, hunched over piles upon piles of paperwork, avoiding breaks and food until he exhausts himself at some point. 

He oughta thank Iris somehow, as soon as possible. 

“A-actually, why don’t we, um... make a trip to the Crow’s Nest tonight? My treat.”

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@calamitysshatteredson replied to your post “Give that heart a click! for Tal to hop into your asks and send you a...”

((...Yes I'm trying to figure out how Safay and Talcott would interact a little bit maybe.))

//WELL-- unlike Iris, Talcott’s rather paranoid and fearful of the dangers the darkness brings so,,

it’s probably gonna be so different than how Iris interacts with handsome not-daemon Safay :^)

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" dinner in fifteen minutes. don’t forget to wash your hands. "

Coraline Starters || accepting[ @flammadecorde ]

Seventeen years of age hardly means one is a child, but being one of the youngest allowed out on the field warranted constant attention from his superiors. Talcott sure minds it a little bit, being the centre of attention (not that he’d admit it aloud and cause others to feel terrible when they’re simply looking out for it), but he supposes he should just get used to being doted over or treated like a child often. 

Talcott finds Lea as a rather casual person, though, and he’s quickly warming up to the redhead’s company. He keeps an eye out for Tal just like everyone else, and while he isn’t as overbearing as them, Talcott can sense that Lea’s concern over him is genuine– that Lea cares not just because the teenager is the only one who’s able to drive their group of hunters back to the safety of the outpost.

“Alright,” Tal nods at Lea with a small, appreciative smile. Unforced, definitely unlike the one he usually wears around strangers when they’re out on assignment. It feels good… to not fake a response for once. “What are we having?”