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[altan-qestir]

1. Chocobo - Who is your best friend? Tell the story of how you met!

Altan couldn’t help the most adoring flash of fangs across his face.

A hand plucked up the silver crescent-moon pendant that he wore about his neck. A moment to admire it; bright eyes watched the lamplight glint off its subtle curves. Fingertips let its weight twirl ever-so-softly on unfelt currents of air in the room. It was a few sweet heartbeats before a reverent slowness lifted that pendant up just a little further — and touched it to his lips. The Moon Mother lingered there for a time, cold metal pressed flush against midnight skin.

Those lips began to move. No sound escaped, but their motions formed shapes that could’ve turned to words, were there enough breath and intent behind them. Those breaths were coasting softly around the silver moon instead; across the space between the two of them... and over the flat of the Xaela’s upturned palm. As the Dusk Mother ‘spoke,’ that palm began to swirl with little bluish-silver puffs of some glimmering powder, billowing high...

...and when that shimmery billow at last settled, an agate figurine of a horse stood proudly on his palm, where none had been before.

Altan let the pendant fall back to his chest, brimming all anew with pride. Swish of a point to Her; to the horse; then to himself: that was how the Xaela and his best friend met.

Nhaama spoke — and Altan received.

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Thank you, @superbilliam it won’t let me tag you AAAAAA. Also @ofthesilverlining and @lukawarrioroflight who additionally asked this!

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Prompt: “Creatures of Eorzea” Character Development Prompt! (No longer accepting!)

[thedudeffxiv]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

“I know not of my birth parents. I grew very close to my adoptive father.” Looking down to the ground speaking softly. “He has not been seen since that of the calamity.”

Thank you for the ask @superbilliam!!

[renofmanyalts]

6. Yarzon - What the oddest thing you find cute? Why? - For Zedyr!

Prompt 17: Fade

Who: Rhetzedyr Guldarensyn and his parents, Guldaren Haldwintsyn and Eyriwaent Loetreldwyn (NPCs)

What: A very young Zedyr dances with his parents.

When: 30 years ago, or so? Zedyr was maybe six years old here.

Where: The family farmstead out past Halfstone, Western La Noscea

Content notes: I mean, this is pure fluff, really. Married couple being cute?

"Aren!" Muffled laughter followed the gasp from the other room -- his father's soft chuckle braided with his mother's brighter one. 

Rubbing his eyes, Zedyr slipped out of his bed and peeked around the door frame into the kitchen.

His mother and father were dancing in the faint pre-dawn glow -- ma still in her nightgown, da with his shirt half-buttoned as he led her around the table. 

His father went up onto his toes to kiss her cheek, singing softly in time with their steps: 

"When a whole lot of long winters are showin’ in your face Your auburn hair has faded and silver takes its place, You'll be just as lovely - and I'll still be around And if I can I know that I'd still love to lay--"

Then he caught sight of Zedyr standing in the hall and cut off with a soft laugh. His mother shot Aren a look that was unmistakably I told you so, but she was smiling in spite of herself. 

"C'mere, sleepyhead,” his father beckoned, “come dance with your ma and me." 

Zedyr ran to them and let his father scoop him up in one arm, his mother steadying him. The three of them swayed back into the rhythm, and Zedyr soon found himself drifting back to sleep on his father's soft shoulder.

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I honestly couldn’t think of an “odd” thing that Zedyr finds cute. His parents were very affectionate with each other, though, and never particularly hid their attraction to each other. Unlike some children, he was never discomfited by this.

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Written, as you might have guessed, to Conway Twitty’s “I’d Love to Lay You Down” (lyrics). 

Picture credit: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1258

[atomicdeke]

13. what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

Thanks for the ask, @superbilliam!

With Jaaster, he’s got a bond with his hounds that I’ve touched on a fair bit before, but I don’t think I’ve really delved into how that bond affects him. The hounds have been bred for ages to be better big game hunters and companions to the Taras family, but some members of the family have been shaped by that relationship over time, as well. You can usually tell the general extent by how many hounds they’ve bonded with, either over their life or at once. With six hounds in his current pack, and several others before them, Jaaster’s one of the most affected his family’s had in generations. He’s picked up a lot of mannerisms, behaviors, and instincts from the hounds as he’s grown up, but the most physically significant side effect of his bond, I think, is his sense of smell. He’s no bloodhound or anything, but he smells everything more sharply and distinctly, and you might catch him sniffing the air suddenly when there’s a new scent and he forgets himself. 

Back in Vander’s childhood home, people are very comfortable with spirits, ghosts included. In fact, a lot of study went into keeping loved ones around in as intact a fashion as possible. The most viable means of doing so was to bind the shade of the recently departed to a family member so there was still a physical anchor for them in this world. As you can imagine, this has a number of side benefits for the living family member - the shade’s skills and experiences, for one, and a supernaturally enhanced constitution, for another. Because of this, it takes a lot of a particular substance to affect Vander, whether it’s alcohol, drugs, or some other poison. You’re essentially trying to intoxicate two people at once. That’s why the hooch he brews is so strong, because the regular stuff just doesn’t hit the same.

[grumpy-limsan-customs-cat]

🖐️ - high fives, yes or no? - For Luvshan!

100 NSFW Questions Ask Meme

Strongly depends on the person initiating, as well as how well they communicate just what they are after while holding their hand awkwardly in the air. 

Luvshan has no idea about the concept of high-fives or similar gestures, and so if someone expected one from him, they would most likely get silence and long, displeased staring instead as their response. He wouldn’t be likely to return the gesture in kind even after being told what he’s supposed to do, unless the person asking was someone the old man knows and likes well enough, to the point where he was willing to shed some of his grumpy shell to do something that silly.

[roses-and-grimoires]

🖖 - if your character needed to communicate peaceful or helpful intentions to someone else through touch, how would they go about doing that?

By touching them as little as possible, limiting himself to touching them lightly on the arms and the like. He doesn’t like it when most people touch him without asking, so he’s not going to do the same to other people. If it’s a professional matter, then he’s going to stay professional and, if the circumstances allow it, to let the person in question have opportunity to refuse before he does something.

[actualkomodo]

30. harsh whisper

Their voices are everywhere…

...in the chill wind that rushes through the open door, a fading whistle when the door closes.

...in the slam of wood against stone, dust and frost splattering across the floor.

...in the weighty footsteps that rock creaking planks, heavier than the mass of one person.

...in the casual clink of silverware, crashing clay and scraping blades, crunching marrow.

...in the crackling fire and smothering smoke.

...in the dripping, reeking moisture of rain and man alike, rippling pools collected on uneven surfaces.

He closes his eyes and the water’s staled and only drying remnants of saliva glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

There’s no name for them. They. He doesn’t name them, lest he call them. He doesn’t listen, lest he remember. They’re everywhere. They’re everyone.

He feels their presence as muddily as the hands wrapping around his horns, fingers curling over the myriad grooves carved there like a spell woven into his bones and ushering in guests who howl incessantly in the cracks and will not leave. His palms can’t shelter the whole of these horns and he can only attempt to bury his face in his scarf, hide his tail in his clothing, cover all the cursed scales marring his ashen skin.

He can’t remember the last time a harsh whisper wasn’t more comforting than the rest, when he takes up his knife and tells himself his own stories, again and again and again. Voiceless. But grating, grating...

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[bride-and-bride]

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

Defiant can get jealous... though not about some of the typical things. She doesn’t get jealous if her partners sleep with other people, or kiss other people, or even if they marry other people... she feels happiest when the people she loves are happy, and gets kinda excited to hear about how her lovers’ lovers are doing!

But... she does get jealous if she feels like she’s deliberately being excluded, or forgotten, or if her partners are trying to find someone better than her so they can let her go. She’s very okay with not being someone’s most important person, but she still wants to feel like she means something to them.

She doesn’t deal with this kind of thing well... when she does get jealous, she kinda bottles it up and pretends she’s not feeling it. And she’s... not much better in handling other’s jealousy, truthfully. It’s something she prefers to squash down and avoid than deal with, which can obviously cause problems.