OC prompt Crystal's, Silky, Cold
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An ice mage with silky soft hair who is too grumpy for this world! His research into ice mana had caused him to grow crystal horns!Livestream viewers named him Thalis!
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OC prompt Crystal's, Silky, Cold
[[ 3 Words OC Challange, still accepting! ]]
An ice mage with silky soft hair who is too grumpy for this world! His research into ice mana had caused him to grow crystal horns!Livestream viewers named him Thalis!
some emote sketches i did a while ago for my discord server with the waifu @castingdebauchery u3u
This is a very fair method IMO - because some people have laggy net, can't get off work, over sleep, get time zones mixed up. A million reasons - This gives people time to think about it, to take their time. Then Rando Generate. If anyone has a problem with this idea well, you just can't please everyone sadly, and they don't know what the bright side of sunshine looks like. So phooey on them. You are doing great! So thank you for this <3
I’m glad you think so! Thanks for the support on this, hopefully it’ll all go smoothly and we can adopt this method for future commission rounds too ;v;b
I don’t know how much fairer I can make the selection process for everybody other than like, livestreaming the draw itself but, let’s see how it goes!
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~ Are there any holidays your muse cannot celebrate properly without feeling upset or lonely?
Not particularly- Aymeric’s never really been one to celebrate holidays mostly for a lack of time. I’d say it’s quite the opposite now! He has Ane, a handful of other close friends, and Ishgard is no longer at war- so holidays are now something he feels he can enjoy without guilt. A bit embarrasingly for him, he’s having to learn what some of them even are- for example, he’s of course heard of St. Valentione’s, but he never paid it much heed and so he doesn’t exactly know what the specifics are.
You’re never too old to learn. :D
To go along with the theme though, I suppose All-Saint’s Wake is one he doesn’t tend to like as much, though it’s one he honors faithfully every year. He’s lost a lot more friends over the years than he currently has, including one of his best friends (Haurchefant), so... that time of the year is understandably difficult.
What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?
otp: fluffy scenario meme
{ ❀ } Thinking back to the days of her childhood always brings a certain light to Ane’s eyes. Not joy... not truly. Much of her life has been touched by sorrow, colored by loss, and shaped by loneliness, and though these days have been filled with love and laughter, living in the present does not unmake the past. What would it have been like to have Aymeric at her side when they were young? It is not a thought she has dwelled on for very long, not she who has spent so much of her time punishing herself for the mistakes of her youth. Even just entertaining the idea that she may have been allowed such kind companionship having done what she had was something impossible until just very recently -- not until they returned home from their solemn errand deep into the Lowlands had she really and truly begun to mend, after all. Thinking upon it now, though, seated by the hearth and listening to the cheerful conversation the fire has with itself... she smiles faintly to herself, comforted by the thought that feels even warmer by comparison.
“I wonder,” she murmurs wistfully, closing her eyes and tipping her elegant head back. She imagines two little hands clasped tightly, holding to one another free of shame or embarrassment. She imagines coupled voices trading secrets, whispering excitedly beneath the shade of fragrant pines. She imagines shared Starlights and tumbling down hills, rolling around in sweet grass and stepping over stones that span narrow rivers. What adventures the two of them might have gone on, finding courage in one another’s presence and comfort in their joined hands. She imagines a little boy born of Ishgard accepting a daughter of the sea, tracing her glittering scales and brushing his fingertips over her horns. She imagines that same little boy looking into her eyes and seeing someone worthwhile, someone his heart gently called to even in the days of their childhood. Growing up side by side, coming to know and even love one another though they came from worlds apart... She thinks of the Calamity, of the loss he endured and of her own, of the deaths of the Au Ra at the hands of the Temple Knights, of their similar sorrow and solitude that made sitting side by side over a shattered shield the closest she had ever been to another soul. So much would have changed, she thinks, and she opens her eyes after a long silence.
“I would have liked to have been by his side even then,” she replies. Her smile grows a shade helpless. Maybe she always will be when it comes to Aymeric. “To have comforted him when he was sad and to have kept him company when he felt lonely... I would have wanted to hold his hand and let him know that he would never be alone if he did not wish to be. He endured so much as a child, so much more than any child should have had to... and I, too, found much hardship when I was but a little girl.” Bitter memories of resentment and rejection surface so very easily. For every sweet recollection she can find two sour, but slowly and surely, she has begun to mend -- and so has he. She shakes her head very slowly, and her expression becomes something more serious... and that light in her eye shines almost fiercely. “He would have never wanted for support. I know his birth has ever earned him ridicule and hatred, but I would have countered every cruel word with kindness. I know what it feels like to be punished for something you cannot change, and I would never have let him struggle beneath the burden of his blood by himself. We come from two very different worlds, and maybe there are some who would think that we do not belong together... but they would be wrong, I think. We understand one another in those ways that matter most, and my heart answers to his when it calls... and I think that would be unchanged, even if the circumstances of our meeting were different. Our hearts beat in harmony, and that will never change.”
This is unrelated to the current asks, as a follower of yours for a while, I am curious where you got the username pettankoprincess from ♡
I have no idea....it just came to me haha. At first I think it was celestebartel, the name of an OC before the days of Portia (and obviously I kept the sir name cause I liked the sound of it) but I’ve always been completely flat-chested and me and my friends make jokes about it whenever we can. It used to make me feel bad at first (having a flat chest, not the jokes, I’m always using self-deprecating humor) but then it just became a point of me as a character. A vain “I know I’m cute” pettanko princess. That’s sort of my playful persona online...like I’m not actually obnoxiously vain but I play it up with my friends. I think the name will stick forever cause I like it too. :3
Bird: If you could fly, where would you fly to?
Sorin smiles brightly. “I wish I could fly,” he confesses, “but I’m not sure I’d go anywhere that’s very interesting. I like to stay close to home. I suppose, though, I’d like to visit the beach sometime... I’ve never truly spent much time there. I’ve seen the ocean before, in Limsa, and the lavish places like Costa del Sol don’t appeal to me. Somewhere quiet, where the forest meets the sand, and the water beyond... that would be perfect.”
His smile becomes a little sheepish. “I’m not sure I’d come back, honestly.”