#kel lore

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I wanted to draw out some of my personal headcanons for Miqo'te that I have, starting with "Mi-kittens"! These are just some fun things I like to think about, so maybe you all will like them too :>

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I didn't expect these to take off so much!

There were some things that didn't fit on the first sketch page (and I had *a lot* of people asking for the extras) so I wanted to try and get some of these out before I moved on to other headcanons about teens/adults.

I also kinda wanna toss up some for other races too :eyes:

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Sometimes Seo sends Kel to pick up less-than-legal herbs from their mutual contact that runs a flower shop hidden deep within Ishgard.

He's beginning to think all viera have some sort of dangerous or illegal hobby on the side 😂

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The Good Doctor and his wayward Ward 🐰 😺

While Kel and Seo have a decent enough relationship now (as decent as unethical experimentation, blackmail, and -gasp- couch surfing can be) the same can't be said for Kel and Seo's pint-sized partner in crime, Fa'Asa.

Wholly dedicated to Seo and his wants she aims to please and has a terrifying amount of power at her disposal - something Seo learned firsthand the one and only time he forced Kel to degenerate and then had to summon her for intervention. Since then she's harbored a distinct hatred towards Kel despite his various attempts at forgiveness. Although she doesn't directly harm him, she finds great joy in pushing books off the shelves onto his head or disappearing his belongings to the darkest, dustiest corners of the storehouse. Seo, for his part, finds it amusing and lets the Hunger Games play out as a means of entertainment for both fairy and Voidsent.

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"Oh Beta, you look like the tailpuff of a Hamsa! Where is my brush?"

He was actually rather horrible at taking care of himself as a small kid, surprising absolutely nobody 🤣😭

Kel's mom was the master of full body octopus wrapping to immobilize her youngest to manually groom him so that he didn't become a walking matted furball.

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Back at it again with the work shift sketch dump

I've been messing around a lot more with Onfroi (nasty Elezen man -affectionate-) and trying to fully solidify his desires/motives/actions since he came up in a recent rp convo. He's meant to be a foil to the Voidsent and other otherworldly horrors Kel has been dealing with as of late and ideally should feel just as if not more threatening than most of the others. After all, nothing is more dangerous than a highly charismatic man with power who believes he was chosen by the divine to free people from the dark of the world by any means necessary :>

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"One good strike…" he murmured to himself as he neared, swords glinting in the sunlight, muscles in his arms coiled to spring and strike once he was close. The beast moved forward towards him and he prepared to dive for the worm's throat until his foot suddenly sank deep into the sand, eyes widening as he felt his center of balance shifting. Trapped in sand to his knee he let out a gasp as he crashed hard onto his chest, swords skittering to the side. Glancing up, he found himself face to mandible with his quarry, the two seemingly having switched places of hunter and prey.

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"Aye, lookit you. With yer head in the clouds n' yer hands dug deep in the earth you'll rip yerself apart tugging at what can't be changed.

Nothin' wrong with giving it yer all, mind, just make sure y'don't keep giving away pieces o'yer soul til there's nary even a piece left for you."