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[hollowtones]

Do you like hairless cats? I'm getting one because I'm allergic to regular cats but the hairless ones I'm fine with. A lot of work goes into them, but I'm ready to make the commitment and give my new friend a lot of love.

I think they’re cute and funny little guys... I love kitty’s so much. 

[dawning-star]

Gimme random Rin headcanons!

Yesssss headcanons. It's been a while since I've really gotten the chance to entertain some of those openly. I can try to hit a few going here, especially since she's had so much development ever since the last go about.

1) Rinalys is a sucker for all things warmth. Sweaters, tea/coffee, staying under the blanket for an absurd number of hours, proximity to a warm body to soak up the heat from, she's for it. To be quite honest, she's very much like a lizard seeking out a heated rock/lamp if given the chance. The warmer feeling, the better.

So naturally visits to Coerthas kinda drives her nuts even if it can lead to much warm treats from most of the above. She's quick to freeze.

2) While she has been both a rogue and a dancer in her canon, there are a lot of skills that Rinalys never quite had mastery of. These often included more of the manipulation of aether which, for those paying attention, she's got very minimal skill with. This is actually more notable in dancer as a lot of the case in Rogue applies more to Ninja...which she is very much not one. In her fighting it has typically been physical skill/aim and general brute force.

3) The above is also very likely to change with her current training. Which is a positive thing! She'll be able to get that strength/movement back and quite honestly, have a few new skills under her belt to frighten Priarch fight with. Yet there are solid IC justifications for her decisions. She's lost a lot of what she was good at in losing her leg. The idea of being competent at stealth is as good as a joke to her in current given that Rin is barely capable of walking, let alone sneaking in the shadows. Her clumsy side has sort of taken over and she feels like she'll forever lack the grace or finesse that either skillset needed.

4) She actually really does want to wear cute things like dresses more but is embarrassed to go out like that.

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[windup-dragoon]

Alright but that scene where Hien is fighting Zenos and the WoL shows up but the idea of WoL!Kiri coming to save him and picking up the fight is just so good.

Send me Hien and Kiri Headcanons! @mokadara

I actually LOVE this scene so much???? I’ve written about the before and after already or else I’d write more sdfklasdjf. It’s just so good! 

Hesitation

Unravel 

[lhunuial]

For Zhu: 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?For Nune: 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? When someone attacks or hurts the people she loves.

3. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? Zhusai is a light sleeper, she wakes up to moist noises. Unless she’s truly exhausted. She is a blanket stealer, but she usually sleeps in one position and remains very still in a foetal position. 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? Zhu loves animals. She loves sheep and her yol and her chocobo. She also loves dragons, dogs and cats, otters. She’d love to have a pet, but she hasn’t found a suitable one yet. Mythological creatures fascinate her and she loves to hear stories about them and learn about them.

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? She fears the Garleans finding out about her spyiing activities. She usually suppresses that fear, because a lot of people depend on the intel she gathers.

[vessel-of-immoderation]

F) Favourite beverage and/or meal.G) Hobbies and favourite pastimes.H) Something they’re exceptionally good at.K) 1 of their pet peeves.

F. Favorite beverage is a toss up. She really likes mint water, but also a dark red wine is always good. Favorite meal is probably some sort of red meat with lots of fruits.

G. Knitting, cooking, napping. I’d say swimming but she doesn’t swim so much as just... exist in the water?

H. Keeping people from dying? That hasn’t happened to any of her clients yet so... that.

K. She has... so many pet peeves. Being interrupted while doing anything, loud people, people that can’t just chill tf out, people that litter (IN THE WOODS! She’ll fuck you up), show offs.

[teebster]

Monster & Misunderstanding

[Read more, slight body horror??]

Monster

Creeping, crawling, writhing. Relentless, cruel, unforgiving. Behind masks, under skin, just out of sight, monsters and men.

Terbish stood still, a presence too tall for their body. They soaked in the moonlight, bathed in the starlight. A statue. Or perhaps they had gone cold blooded, or wished to know what flowers do. Diurnal. To wake and move with the sun, to close and wilt in night. How long could they remain stagnant? Could they forget a need to breathe? Could they wilt, could they rot, could they offer themself to the ground and its needs?With a twitch of their tail, the statue was gone. Slowly, Terbish’s head tilted, the weight of their gaze, a white glow under their mask, falling toward the ground.“…What makes a monster? A lack of care? To indulge, indifferent? Intent? A care for effect. And what of monsters that simply wish to survive, as you and I? To breathe. To feast. To dream. Perhaps fear? Shadows, twisted in corners to make the young cry. To unease the old with memories of wrong.” A ripple of movement took hold along Terbish’s skin, much like a stone thrown in water. Smooth, fluid, unnatural. The stiff creaking of joints being forced to move, cries from their bones as they tilted their head the opposite direction, only to cease with a sharp snap.“Are we all monsters for thriving on ends? We feast on death. Even as we strive to be better than before. Pain is inevitable. Sacrifice enforced. For there to be dark is for there to have been light.” In the matter of a blink the shadow at Terbish’s feet flickered to life. One moment, still and matching their posture, the next moment, writhing, rigid claws taking over its fingers, flecks pulling up from where the scales would be, limbs stretching all too long, reaching out… And then, back to normal. Perhaps just a trick of the light. Perhaps.“There are those, I know, would fashion me a leash. A collar. Tug, pull, cage, starve, direct, release. Repeat. I refuse to be their beast. They may be my monster, but I will not be theirs. Bound in flesh, I will battle my own, cage my own, be my own. Not theirs. I left them to their beds, to their home, to their families. I did not give them their bloodshed. I offered them prolonged peace. Acceptance or lack, I gave them my absence, their monster that I am.”

Misunderstanding

Warped reality. Twisted, torn, forever true. Shattered, shaken, fully whole. Disfigured perception. Always known, never seen. Always hidden, never understood.

“We all assume. Inescapable. Be it a need for air, or to reassure the tricks of the eye. To claim a grasp upon our world.” Terbish slowly lowered themself to the ground, simply leaning back, and back, tilting at only at the ankles until finally plopping on to their rear. There was only a moderate amount of cracking from their joints as they slid their knees up. Their arm, bending somewhat like rubber to snake around and hold their legs together, sitting in a natural position after the motion. And then, the tapping of their fingers on their calf.“I hunted. Searched, found, slaughtered. A creature that had been causing havoc, disrupting the life of the land. Uncontrolled, hungry, rampant. Loose, wild. Others had gone forth, looking for their prize, to end their plight, to hunt their monster. And a monster they found. Amidst carnage, amidst bodies torn about. Feasting on its prize, comfortable in its damage. They prepared themselves, and arrows shot. Struck. Pierced. A sharp knock on the back.”Terbish took a moment straightening their back, although it is more as if they force each section of their spine to align with soft pops as each section shifts. Pop. Pop. Pop… Pop. It may have been an instinctive gesture, or it could have been a genuine discomfort. Either way, it provided a pause as they considered continuing.“…Perhaps details that do not need to be stated. A fight. Some wounds. Lashing out. A scene fit for slaying a beast.” One shoulder raised, half a shrug. “Eventually, I fell. I heard some felt guilt, to find their prey collapse, the shape of its flesh similar to their own. Rumored that some considered taking the head in, all the same. Convinced this monster was theirs. One refused. Decided to clean and dress. The rest took the remains of my feast.”

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[renniferno]

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