#ffdaydreammuses

[thatonedaydream]

‘’Ah, you’re back.” KC blinks at the sudden appearance of the The Blogseer who looks almost like an identical copy.

“Okay, it creeps me out whenever you pop up. It’s like looking into a mirror, but my reflection is doing its own thing.” The Blogseer cringes and makes a shooing motion while looking away. “Thanks for looking after things for me. It looks like everyone did well.”

“Pretty much behaved themselves, yeah.” KC decides to bow out. “Was fun, but I think everyone needs a break.”

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A/N: The event is now over! There are still a few asks left, but I will answer them in a future grouped up asks post. Thank you for everyone’s time, attention and patience during this event. 

Sorry to those who found it troublesome and unfollowed me; I wish those who did all the best!

I will be opening my asks back up in just a bit, but my muses are no longer taking asks. Thank you!

[thatonedaydream]

Ravus, are you alright? Nothing too bad happened recently? Have you been able to spend some time with Luna, since it's the holidays and all? No particularly irritating chancellors in hats ruining everything as he struts on by? I just hope you're happy, or at least content right now :)

“I am not quite sure what to do with all this positivity.” Ravus says the word like he hasn’t used it in a long, long time. The attention he’s received isn’t unwelcome, he simply doesn’t really know what to do with it.

He brushes back his hair and offers a curt smile. “It is not oft I am able spend time with my sister—I cherish it. In that respect, I suppose I have been well.” Ravus avoids the question of the Chancellor as he’d rather not think about him. “I pray your holiday affords you similar rest and comfort.”

[thatonedaydream]

I have to send at least one of these in my life or else I will regret it: Ignis, I have to say (and I am sure our lady KC here agrees with me), you might look nice now, but you will look dashing in ten years from now, scars and all. Even if you can't see yourself, I'll say you'll always be handsome, and not only in my book.

Ignis gently clears his throat while thinking of a response. His cheeks colour slightly as the other Chocobros send him cheeky grins and waggle their eyebrows.

“I—thank you. That is—kind of you to say.” The strategist stumbles over his words, clearly flustered. He puts effort into his image, but really in the name of professionalism; not to be physically attractive to others. For lack of any other words forming, Ignis gives you a formal bow in thanks.

“Sooooo square.” Noctis snickers.

Ignis doesn’t seem affected by the comment. “I’ll make you eat toast for dinner, if you’d like.”

[thatonedaydream]

Can Ardyn teach me how to be as smooth as he is~

Ardyn opens his mouth and thinks to say something akin to ‘generate words spawned from an age of spite and bitterness’, but stops himself as he feels it’s too on the nose.

“I suppose I’m just born with it.” He replies airily. “But what fun is it if everyone was of the same texture? Do not strive to be as smooth as I am, but as smooth or as rough as you like within your own crafted identity.”

The Chancellor smirks, though it fades slightly. “No, never strive to be like me.” His words are a vague warning, both vicious and caring.

[thatonedaydream]

Does Ignis ever think of making Ardyn-shaped cookies so he can BREAK THEM INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES

“Now that is an interesting idea.” A gleam trails Ignis’ glasses and he glances at Ardyn to the side.

“In what way, dear strategist?” The Chancellor muses. “In that I would be a delicious cookie or that we’ve somehow stumbled upon a secret violent side of yours through passive-aggressive baking?”

The temperature in the room drops and KC suddenly appears to do her job as mediator. “Alrighty! Good enough.” She steps between them with no small amount of shaking in her movement. “Let’s just—move on!”

[thatonedaydream]

Hi Crowe! Is there any part of being a Glaive that is your favourite? (Lame question but I really wanted to ask something at least, you're awesome!)

“Aw I’m your favourite?” Crowe is pleased to hear it and she laughs. “You’re sweet—and you’ve clearly made the smart choice.” Her eyes hold a cheeky glint. 

“Favourite thing about being a Glaive?” She thinks for a moment. “I love my friends and I love that we fight together to protect the crown. There’s a camaraderie that we have that I think not many others get to experience—it’s special.”

“Six, that is a girly thing to say.” Libertus teases—

But his chuckling is cut short when Crowe jabs him in the stomach and he chokes. “Hopefully my answer wasn’t too boring?” She asks innocently and completely ignores Libertus’ wheezing.

[thatonedaydream]

Hey Ignis you're smart, wanna to do my nursing assignment for me? Please?? I'll make you coffee in return!!

“While I can understand your want to avoid your assignment, it is ill-advised that you get someone else to do it.” Ignis fixes his glasses. “I believe its important for you to do this yourself. If you want to better serve the people then you must work hard.”

His lips twist into a smile. “Perhaps it would be better if I made you the coffee. Get started on your assignment and I will do my best to support you.”

[thatonedaydream]

Quercus, Gentiana and Amaranthus *bows* it is an honour to have such guests amongst us. If i may be so bold as to ask, will the Fulgurian or the Queen of the high seas make an apperance?*pauses a moment in pondering* Does the sixth have A form he likes to take? I would not think so given his..dislike of people.

“This one is knowledgeable.“ Amaranthus muses. He seems indifferent to the fact. “We cannot empty the realms to walk the earth. The Fulgurian will make an appearance another time.”

“Are you fond of the Queen and the Betrayer?” Gentiana has her eyes closed, though there is a coy expression on her face. “I suppose their strength can be attractive, but their character leaves much to be desired.” She folds her hands in front of her. “I do not think it wise to have them walk with us.”

Quercus is silent as he doesn’t trust himself to speak. This is the first time he has appeared in this guise and he doesn’t want to scare or intimidate anyone. Mortals are very curious things and he sees a majority of them as very fragile; what if he accidentally hurt someone? Physically or with words, it didn’t matter, its not what he wants. Instead he simply nods his head in agreement with what Gentiana says.

“You need practice, Quercus. It is why we brought you with us.” Gentiana prods gently.

The giant stays silent, though he looks like he might be flustered by the woman’s teasing.