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[danthekickingman]

[ mistletoe ] sender and receiver standing under a mistletoe together (he understands there's no outrunning it with Spiri)

@painsrequiem

Winter and Christmas prompts - still accepting!

Her smile turned lopsided as she looked up at him, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You know, if you don't want to kiss me, you don't have to. It's just a silly plant," she assured, amusement twinkling in her tone.

"I'll accept a hug instead~"

[veiledbyart]

A finished commission for @painsrequiem, featuring @baajisms! Thank you very much for commissioning me again aaaa ;W;)/♥

Let those two be happy though sob. They more than deserve it :’)

>>Commission Info<<

Don’t use or repost my art without permission.

[xkuja]

Were a nobleman to perish, where would proprietorship fall should there be no living relatives to inherit?

      “Well...

       That should depend entirely upon the contents of his will. In the case he has not written one... Or it cannot be found, his assets are usually distributed to the highest bidder-- Though this depends entirely upon the policies of the kingdom he once resided.

     Though I promise you-- a living heir or two will surreptitiously crawl from the woodworks to claim in nine of ten such cases.” What a completely and utterly non-criminal conversation.

[tailoringtay]

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Taylor Gudbrand / Taylor Al-Tajir

NICKNAME: Tay

GENDER: Male

HEIGHT: 5′7″

AGE: 25-30

ZODIAC: Unknown

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Common

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOR: Dull red

EYE COLOR: Murky dark blue

SKIN TONE: Dark sandy brown, grey undertones

BODY TYPE: Broad shouldered. Vaguely muscled but on the scrawny side

DOMINANT HAND: Left

POSTURE: Rigid and attentive - Sometimes slouched

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE: Dark eye circles

CHILDHOOD

FIRST WORDS: Da

SIBLINGS: None

PARENTS: Oriana and Khalid (birth) / Grim (adoptive)

PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: Raised to increase his parent’s social status, he later came to distance himself from them. He hasn’t seen or spoken to either in over a decade. / With Grim, however, Tay keeps consistent contact. Originally he worked as his apprentice before moving out to work in his own shop.

ADULT LIFE.

OCCUPATION: Tailor and partial owner of the shop Hammer and Thread

CURRENT RESIDENCE: The airship that serves as his shop. Occasionally he resides in Lindblum as well.

CLOSE FRIENDS: Quack, Rouge, Guy, Cookie

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Main verse: Single / Several AUs: Jack (@ofgil)

​DRIVER’S LICENSE: He can legally fly an airship

CRIMINAL RECORD: Occasional scuffles [Unrecorded: stow away]

MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER THEME SONG: N/A

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Studying various cultures, designing

MENTAL ILLNESS: Unknown

PHYSICAL ILLNESS: Often fatigued

Tagged by: @xdelphic​​ thank you for the tag~ Tag! You’re It: @immoralraigan​ @painsrequiem​ and whoever else hasn’t done the thing~

[baajisms]

“tell me where you are.”

@painsrequiem​

Anima kept quiet, a cheeky smile spreading over her lips. It wasn’t often she played hide and seek with her son, but it was one of the few times she allowed herself to be a little more childish. She loved the days she was able to play with her son, to tickle him, to tell him stories, to listen to him laugh. It felt like change was in the air and there had been whispers and side eyes to the both of them recently. When she had questioned Jyscal about it, he had told her not to worry and it was nothing she needed to concern herself over.

This was not the time to be thinking about such things. She heard the padding of Seymour’s feet across the carpet and kept as still as she possibly could. She minimised her breathing so it didn’t feel like she was breathing so loudly. When Seymour padded past, thankfully missing Anima hiding in the shadows, Anima relaxed slightly. When he was past her, enough for her to slip out, Anima dropped the facade of trying to hide behind something.

Her own strides were longer than Seymour’s so she caught up to him with ease. There was strength in her arms still as she strode up behind him and scooped him up into her arms. “I’m here, my son.” There was a loving grin plastered across her face as she pressed a multitude of kisses across her son’s face. It ruined the game of hide and seek, but while she still had the strength to pick him up, Anima would do it every chance she got. His giggles and his pleading for her to stop causing she was tickling him warmed her heart.

[moonlitsummoner]

@painsrequiem​ || I see you. 

[outofcalms-archived]

@painsrequiem​ || ♥’d for a one-liner

[ ☾ ] ❝Maester Seymour,❞ Addressing him as his title dictates, offering a cordial bow of her head.  ❝Was there...something you needed of me?❞

[oraculideluna]

@painsrequiem for a plotted starter!

It’s the moment Luna’s life had been leading towards since she had been a young girl, and the ceremony is both exhilarating and terrifying. One of the youngest to become High Priestess, and it is only a lifetime of learning how to keep her emotions in check that she does not weep openly as she is gifted her new robes and blessed in the name of Yevon to do his bidding and spread his word. (Long past are the days when she had wanted to become a summoner and train to defeat Sin, but now, she thinks, she has the power to help along the way.) 

The ceremony itself feels a blur, though each moment ingrains itself in her mind: the scent of the incense used only for occasions such as these; the feel of the ground hard against her knees as she bows before the other Priests; the fall of loose hair around her shoulders obscuring the firelight from the walls, casting a flickering dance against her face and in her eyes. She remembers the faces of those watching the ritual. (The mention of her father being proud of her progress, and Luna’s breath catches in a flurry of emotion she is careful not to show.) 

And yet, despite each moment burning themselves in her memory, it feels as if it is over before she can properly register what has happened. It feels as if mere minutes pass between the time she enters the temple, and when she is being ushered into a back room to change into her new robes. She had been consulted on the design and color and the various accessories, but until now, she had never seen them - and they are beautiful. 

Everything feels surreal as she leaves the back room, donned in new robes, trident in hand, and makes for the pavillion where the celebration is being held. She feels ready to take on the new responsibilities that comes with being HIgh Priestess - partly because now she is allowed to leave at her discretion, rather than be contained to Bevelle - but there is still a part of her that feels a bit overwhelmed. Once she is actually doing her new job, she knows it will become easier, she will not feel so small, as if her straight shoulders are the bearing of one much wiser than she. But for now, she cannot help but to feel overwhelmed. 

A drink will help, she thinks, and she begins a slow, meandering path towards where the flavorful, though not potent, alcoholic beverages are being served. With a glass in hand that she politely only sips at, she glances around, looking for a distraction, perhaps even a way to leave without needing to be involved in the celebrations. They are for her, she knows this, but it would be nice to be able to breathe without existing in a haze of other people. 

Her pace is slow, but determined, as she makes for the side of the crowd - and spots none but High Priest Seymour Guado. They have only met a handful of times before, but he has always been pleasant and quite easy to talk to. Smiling, she moves towards him, offering a prayer as she gets closer and he notices her coming. 

“Sir Seymour,” she says, turning her eyes to look up into his. “Thank you so much for coming tonight. Truly, it is an honor to have you here during the ceremony.”