#feralwhenhungry

[ahlis-xiv]

feralwhenhungry replied to your chat: me: *blitzes through MSQ like nothing, enjoying...

Omg best husbando! *le sighs for Elezen beefcake!*

Everybody is welcome to join me in the trash pile of elf husbandos. The more the merrier~

[bride-and-bride]

Talk about one of your worst memories involving someone you love.

“....it i-involves... more than one person I love...”

“....when... when A-aethertide had a masquerade. I w-was working the b-bar all night, s-so I didn’t... get t-to dance with the man I loved, and I b-barely got to see either Noah or Mister A-aghurlal b-but for some reason... I thought... I t-thought, Noah! W-would love t-to meet this other man, right? We’ve t-talked about it a lot, we’re w-working on making this w-work... he’s met a-another of my partner’s before, t-this is my chance!”

“....w-when... that stranger laughed a-about preferring monogamy... a-and Noah agreed that he felt in the minority, I k-knew it was a-already all w-wrong. I knew... I s-shouldn’t... h-have ever...”

“......a-and when I... w-w-when... when I w-wanted t-to... w-when we w-were going to g-go back a-and dance and s-spend t-time... t-together, g-gods, I... how c-could I... h-have forgotten Mister Aghurlal was a-afraid of... he panicked, h-he just f-fell to pieces. Mister A-aghurlal was so upset a-and Noah looked so guilty a-and if I h-had just THOUGHT I w-would’ve b-been able to d-do something before it happened a-and... and... an...d...”

“...........h-he was so a-afraid... and Noah looked s-so struck, a-and I ruined e-everything in my selfish d-desire to s-see them both, a-and no matter w-what either of them say I know i-it was my fault. I know t-that’s when it all ended.”

[elegant-etienne]

Time

(mood: Tori Amos - Time)

“Time - ah, hmm, what can I say about it? Whether you are moving or standing still, time continues. Growing up in Ishgard, I do wonder if my sense of time is different than others. I do not think anyone believed the Dragonsong War could actually end. A year seems to last only a bell, or vice-versa. In such a place as that, life seems a little bit like an endless cycle of suffering, and the only thing that changes as you get older is how much younger the men and women leaving to fight are every time. When we became trapped in endless winter, this sense of horrific stillness seemed worse than ever. Death seemed to be the only permanent mark, and for those of us in the Brume, hunger, shadows and cold grew and dissipated rapidly with our fortunes, or stretched for lifetimes. Time didn’t really matter. Getting through the day did. And when you got through that day, then all you had waiting for you was the next miserable day. And the bright lass or lad you knew from the corner might proudly promise they will go to war, and you will never hear from them again. But you might not be sure if they ever truly left, or if their bones are somewhere in the city, still. I always saw the people there as more of a threat than the dragons.

To this day I still have this trouble, where I can only see myself in this moment, and maybe next week, or the week after. Old wounds are like distant music one day, and the next as fresh as if I received them moments ago. It all seems to shift and sway like the sea. Some days it is cold and gray and full of storms and froth, others it is calm and sweet, endless blue. I don’t know, that’s rather a silly way to put it, isn’t it?”

[kieranoruadhain]

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

((HNNNGGG since this prompt is my BIG WEAKNESS i’m gonna write a prompt for both alternatives (your muse and mine.) ))

AlysiaKhyran retreated from his office one afternoon, enticed by a desire for a strong drink. He wandered into the basement bar to peruse the selection. There was one other person down there- he recognized her from behind to be Alysia Fairwind, that poor girl who seemed to always bite off more than she could chew.At first he offered her merely a groggy “good morning,” even though it was well into afternoon, and walked right past her to the wineracks. She was bent over the stove, cooking something, so he didn’t give her much of a second thought. At least until he heard her cough a few times when she attempted to give him a “good afternoon” in turn. His hand hovered over a winebottle and he looked over at her, pursing his lips.“You alright?”She told him she was fine, but by her tone he didn’t quite believe her. He clunked nearer to her to peer over her shoulder at what she was making. It was some kind of light broth. By looking at her face she seemed pale and plain exhausted, like she hadn’t slept. “Feeling under the weather?” He asked. “And you don’t have to pretend to be tough or anything. This happens to me all the time.”He placed his thin hands on her shoulders and tried to steer her away from the stove. “Go sit down, I’ll cook this.”He knew she was a stubborn one, most Aegis folk were. (He couldn’t even remember if she was still in Aegis or not- he had been so absorbed in his own little world.) He knew she probably wouldn’t give up without a fight, but he wasn’t about to let her work herself to the bone while she was so exhausted and unwell. He wouldn’t allow this to turn into an argument- he wasn’t in the mood.He tasted the broth, salted it, chopped a few garlic chives and added a few noodles and bits of dodo meat. Couldn’t send her to her room with just broth, she needed a little more than that. He was no cook, but he at least knew how to tell a good broth from a bad one. He poured it into a bowl, covered it, set it on a tray with a mug of tea. “I’ll carry this to your room,” he told her, and waited for her to follow. Poor girl was shivery, hugging herself. Her cheeks had lost all trace of rosiness they usually had. He wondered what in Eorzea she had come down with.He took her to her room, waited for her to sit down, then gave her the tray. Khyran wasn’t exactly known for his bedside manner, so he didn’t stay. He just hoped he made her life a little easier.KhyEvery step into the mind of another was a step closer to hell. Each time he dared risk his spiritbonding powers, he knew it’d be worse. The symptoms lasted longer and more intensely each time. He had to search X’aruela, he had no choice. But the morning thereafter he awoke feeling boneless, as if his body were carved up from the inside out. When he tried to sit up, he coughed blood into his hands. It was as if his aether was hemorrhaging, throwing his entire body out of balance. He felt sick to his core.He couldn’t lie here all day, not when Aethertide was in so much danger. He had to write reports. He had to make sure everyone was going to be alright. He had to do something for Brom’s family…He fought past his aching muscles and rose out of bed. The world tipped around, trying to throw him from his feet. He stumbled to his desk and began to write. His words came out skewed, his fingers could hardly hold the pen in the right way. His mind couldn’t even come up with the right words to say. Frustrated, he balled up the paper and threw it away, only to find he was completely out of blank parchment. He searched every desk drawer, but turned up nothing. With a groan he pushed himself out of his chair and stumbled for his door and out into the residential halls.He didn’t even see her. He barred right into Alysia’s back, causing her to cry out and catch herself on the wall. He, however, wasn’t in any state to recover from the stumble. The crippled man tripped onto his face. When he pushed himself up and spat blood, poor Alysia nearly hard a heart attack. It took him some time to convince her that she hadn’t hurt him- that he was like this already- but that didn’t seem to completely calm her.She helped him to his feet and back into his room. Every step ached. It took him a few moments to find his words, past the haze of pain that crushed his head. He managed to get out that he just needed some fresh paper, and shooed Alysia away.She returned several minutes later with a stack of parchment, a mug of hot chocolate and a bottle of painkillers.

[glowinggunmetal]

Odin: What is your family like?

While I gave a brief answer over here, let’s get a bit more in-depth since it’s almost Lucien’s IC birthday and gotta turn those screws of unhappiness at being far from family yet again on that sort of day...

Lucien’s relationship with his entire family is one of pride, support, and understanding - they’re not warm touchy folks, but they do things with meaning and intention.  They know each other well enough that when they give gifts or send something, it’s done not as “I got you a knick-knack, because sod I forgot anything else-” but instead it’s usually something that solves a problem.

Lucien’s habit of applied problem solving through invention is born from his family’s habits and tendencies to do this, in fact, and began when his elder brother was watching them while their mother worked on a project.  While Varien tried to keep the wandering Laelia from putting herself face-first into the glowing metal that looked super shiny they eventually worked out ways to handle it, Lucien helping Varien.  

Of all of his family Lucien admires his father’s dedication the most while he is constantly reminded of the lessons he learned when he was apprenticing with his mother.  He’d enjoy a chance to contact them because it’s been turns since he has, but also at this very moment he really doesn’t want to contact them or have them hear about him, as things aren’t settled properly and well, no need to worry his family, aye?

[glowinggunmetal]

❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working?

When not working Luc personally defaults to a plain shirt (with enough buckled bags to carry whatever he wants), some loose-fitting pants, and heavy boots.  His usual aim is comfort and movement, nothing too heavy, and well...

Harmless.

How dangerous can a blacksmith be, anyways?

[songbirds-and-bows]

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

Mostly they are manifested by the changes in her tones - and how much other motion she makes.  Koke flits about when excited, remains still when tired and exhausted, her tail twitches when angry or unsettled or uneasy, and her humming or whistling changes.  She’s normally very expressive!

[glowinggunmetal]

Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

Thiiiiiiis needs a spoiler cut. :3

It would need.... probably never happening circumstances for it to ever be said but if those circumstances, those ARCANE ONES I WILL NOT NAME, happened? Or the worst possible thing but hey he can pretend no one would do that too...

“The Empire can be wrong, and in this case they are.  We could have what we want, what we want to bring them, another way if we simply created a forum for middle ground.  We could do it if we stopped creating an element of utter fear.  The Projects?  The might of our Legions?  They’re not all savages and in some cases their innovations could be more than useful but valuable and we should maybe think about working with them instead of killing the talented ones off if they refuse to join us.  Just maybe, you know, we should let people leave.  What better spread of our values can there be then the slow filtration of them through someone who is allowed to leave and demonstrates a level of skill, training, knowledge that they can only hope for?”