#outofconcentration

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above: what happened BEFORE i remembered i had a portable version of cs5 kicking around on here

below: what happened after, in which i bridged the admittedly small gap between his ffxiv model and how he actually looks

ah. serotonin.

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@warriorsoftwiggenstein got me involved in masquerade shenanigans

and who was i to turn down a glamour-related challenge

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can i take like, 5 more of these funky little emotional support elezen

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VENEFICUS PURITAS, HE LIVES IN A CAVE

TRUCKIN AND FUCKIN IS ALL THAT HE CRAVES

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unfinished but can you even believe how attractive my d&d character is lmao

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so this is the first print-type thing i’ve ever done

I’ve gotta prepare for a con a couple years down the line, and this?? this is the first thing i’m gonna put out there

okay to reblog, but please don’t repost without credit!

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two dialogue options, i chose this one without a second thought. ven was definitely... not himself at this point lmao

i’m still not over like, ALL OF THIS

jfc it’s been like a week and a half since i did that fight too

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That One Time The Warrior of Light Arrived to a Date in a Bunny Outfit

By all accounts, Ven was not short for an Elezen. By all accounts, he had to crane his neck down slightly to even get a good look at Aymeric De Borel, but most of the time, he needn't bother. Ocean blue eyes instead trained on ornate gold-trimmed armour, tracing patterns and decor alike, and once Ven realised that he was staring, his attention was firmly trained elsewhere. Cracks in the walls, the pattern on the rug, anything to avoid looking up at that face, for the moment he did so, he was utterly doomed. 

"You know, Warrior of Light--" "--Ven. Would it be that you've had heed of me for long enough." "Right, yes, Ven." The name sounded foreign on his lips, almost as if the simplicity was lost on the younger man; it perplexed him so, for he was so accustomed to titles, to formality, that it left Ven reeling. Aymeric opened his mouth to continue, before hesitating, flinching, yet the words spilled out regardless. "So that meal. We were interrupted last time, weren't we?" "Rather." "Well, I gave thought, and perhaps we ought try again." "It seems prudent to do so--ah, and I'll not arrive in that outfit again. Heavens knows it chafes like a whoreson, and that's something I wish not to relive in the midst of a scuffle." A wry smirk as scarlet tinted the end of Aymeric's ears, yet like any good politician, his face gave away nothing, not a quirk of the brow, nor one of the mouth--absolutely nothing. Naught but a simple prank, it was. An outfit he'd picked up from the Golden Saucer during one of his more... intense gambling stints. Bunny ears, a bustier, underwear and fishnets. He'd worn knee-height boots and a coat kindly awarded to him by Edmont De Fortemps to guard against the harsh Ishgardian chill. Tataru had given him a sideward glance, a thumbs-up, and raucous laughter, and Alphinaud... well, he’d just looked disappointed. Fair enough, Ven supposed, for seeing a potential hero figure in garb that left so little to the imagination was certainly something he could see distorting perceptions.  Upon arriving, Aymeric had only just managed to stutter out a sentence about his ensemble, choked compliments with a flush the poor man just couldn't rid himself of. Poor sod, Ven thought, to be the recipient of one of his own ridiculous schemes--yet, there'd been nothing behind it. Something he and Tataru found vaguely amusing, and nothing else. Shame he'd been interrupted mid-meal for the sake of a fight, but he did credit himself with somewhat... distracting the enemy. Couldn't look away. Attracted pretty much all their ire with his mockery. He grinned fondly at that memory, less fondly at the happenstance that was the offending outfit being the first thing Alisaie saw him in. Over a year. And that was what she first spied when she came around from the poison. Seven hells.

It was little wonder that she’d fainted once more from shock.