#Kovalt

[kovadocia]

Quality Father-Son Time in Gyr Abania circa 1557

"What's that?"

"No idea. Stand back."

Sharing this to dip my feet back into Tumblr: my FFXIV OC Kovalt as a kid with his father, watching the first days of the Garlean invasion from a remote village in the Peaks. 

Also sharing this because Kovalt’s dad was a badass and one day I’ll retry posing his mad sledgehammer skills. 

[starres-stuff]

Elftober2024 Day 26: Comfort

"There is a certain comfort in knowing you are not alone and those you love understand you." -ft. @wineandsalt's Clement & @kovadocia's Kovalt.

[ahollowgrave]

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

This one was a bit of a puzzle because Odette still sort of a non-combat character. She has done exactly 1 sparring.

BUT.

She does have a living branch that she uses as a cane. It was gifted to her by an elder tree in the Shroud that she and her mentor, Kovalt, aided. Kovalt has a matching one! Odette’s is the smaller of the two and from its branches hang ribbons and bells and charms. Currently, her only signature anything in combat is the crying. It's just a lot of crying. She is, slowly, learning how to swing a sword and properly block with her shield. Both of these items are mundane although they have names, known only to Odette because she's a little embarrassed about it.

Eventually, she will wield once-lost swords but she has to find the still-lost saints’ tombs, first.

Thank you for the ask @ascendedhypothesis!! > Get to know my OC <

[sippycupgames]

First #bourbon was kovalt. Pretty smooth #beerbourbonbbq https://ift.tt/39dckFp

[jens-jp]

NEXT PREVIEW｜20SS この度イェンスでは、メキシコ／マーサ・グレアムを主題としたプレビューを開催いたします。 会期中は新作の発表に併せ、フラワーベースのセレクトショップBlumoによる展示販売を併せて行います。 東京① 会場｜PLACE by method 会期｜10.14 月 - 10.20 日 時間｜10:00-20:00 東京② 会場｜COMPOSITION 会期｜10.22 火 - 10.27 日 時間｜11:00-20:00 福岡 会場｜Blumo 会期｜11.1 金 - 11.4 月 時間｜12:00-20:00 大阪 会場｜KOVALT 会期｜11.9 土 - 11.14 �� 時間｜12:00-19:00 Blumo https://blumo.theshop.jp/

[ssnapwriter]

Anthology of Anthology. #reopening #store #darez #kovalt 축하해 @_semikim 고생했어👏🏽 (at Anthology)

[glamdoodle]

BIG BASHFUL BOT

A quick sketch commission for my pally, Kor! Look what you did, you went and made Kovalt blush!

...

um so here’s my unofficial announcement that I’m open for commissions again, and I’m accepting an UNLIMITED number of sketch commissions!! I’m still only opening 5 slots for full-color commissions, though. I’ll make a better post about it in just a bit but feel free to check out my commission page for now if you’re interested!

[selrikjolty]

Time to revive this page ...  Starting with Kovalt DA: http://selrik150.deviantart.com

[mancave80]

그냥 잘 모르는 공간에 가고 싶었다 #kovalt(kovalt에서)

[kovadocia]

Prompt 14: Attrition (Kovalt)

[CW: Mentions of violence, non-consensual medical procedures.]

 A Castrum in Ilsabard, A Few Years After the Calamity 

There was something wrong with the implants.

The hierarchy was trying to hide it. The vans and mals all the way down to the kirs. Even the quos, the fighting centurions who’d stand shoulder to shoulder with the troops and were respected for that, were part of this action. They’d say shite about “rates of attrition,” like the words would disguise it, but Kovalt knew was all bollocks. The enemy fought the same as they ever had (though sometimes they were weaker and thinner, he could tell, though he never dwelled on why).

No, the difference was in the other auxiliaries, the fresh ones in Kovalt’s cohort, who came with newer implants. They could lift more weight than he could, and their eyepieces were smaller than his own but with stronger acuity. They didn’t need to sleep as often and they could take more swords and magics to the torso before going down.

They could fight harder than Kovalt, but he wasn’t jealous of them. Some would scream at voices only they could hear; others would follow commands from these voices. Some would try to rip the metal out of their skulls. A few would run into the thick of the enemy as if asking them do it.

Kovalt did not know why they did these things while he did not—only that his age group has less of these anomalies, less attrition.

Sure, sometimes he hears voices, odd ones. But these voices don’t speak in words, nor do they seem to be coming from his eyepiece or armor. He half-remembers his mother telling him about the whispers of the wind and mountains and assumes it to be something along those lines: a misty malfunction from his savage past. He tells no one about that.

A centurion offers to put his name forward once, saying he can get a newer eye, more calibrated adrenal release mods. The reinforcements in his skeleton can’t be replaced at this point, but (the centurion reads from a console), some of the newer synthetic tendons might be a marked improvement.

Might. Kovalt heard it plain as day from the centurion, who stares evenly at him. He has three natural eyes to Kovalt’s two, but his optical implant replicates some of the acuity of the Garlean third eye. Even so, Kovalt knows this particular Garlean has sharper eyes than most: he’s seen the man shoot in battle.

“Given the status of things here—they are training replacements as we speak—it’d be a shame to lose you during the recovery,” the centurion adds impassively, as if reporting some routine gunfire. “If you accept, oen Arminius.”

Accept. If. Something in how the centurion looks at him emphasizes those words, followed by his rank and given surname. The fact that it’s a choice is surprising to Kovalt. He never chose the implants, the metal eye or reinforced skeleton or the tuning of his endocrine system. He was almost a child then (though he’d been a man in the eyes of his tribe, he thinks), newly taken from Gyr Abania and gifted Garlean ways. The gifts included the new eye, received at the cusp of puberty, and the injections into his limbs. There had been anesthesia, chems to make him sleep through most of it and take away some of the pain. That was also a gift from Garlemald. The infrequent headaches and racing heart were not a gift, but he’d learned to manage them all the same.

“I’d rather stay here,” Kovalt finds himself saying, though with the uncertain cadence of one who isn’t quite sure how to phrase a refusal. “My current level of combat efficiency would be sharply decreased by new implants—the recovery time, centurion.” The recovery time: relearning to walk, see, shoot once more.

The centurion doesn’t seem surprised. “Noted,” he says simply. He lifts his gaze from where it met Kovalt’s own and glances at Kovalt’s hair. It is neat enough, though on the longer side of regulation. There is a single braid, back and center.  

He half-expects the centurion to say something about it, but he only goes back to his terminal. “The techs can focus on legionnaires who need the enhancements,” he adds, leaving Kovalt parsing that comment as he adds: “Dismissed.”

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Day 30: Free Choice- Family Photo

"The husbands, the brothers, the brother-in-law and me" -ft @wineandsalt's Clement and Laurent, @kovadocia's Kovalt and @verean's Qih'a (as the stoner sleeping on Vi's leg)

Happy Dawntrail everyone!

[ahollowgrave]

Cut Corners: idiom: This term alludes to rounding a corner as closely as possible in order to shorten the distance traversed or save time.                                     // it is unwise to cut corners when seeking knowledge

The first time you see Kovalt you are -- smitten.  Enamored.  You had not been outside the reach of your convent and Mother for long and you had always been curious about conjury. About Hearers. And there was something about his steady presence that drew you in, settled the nervous fluttering of your heart as you fought so desperately to keep the shape of girl.

It is embarrassing to think about, now that those feelings of infatuation of settled into a comfortable fondness. 

The first time you earned one of those brief smiles, the first time you startled a laugh out of him, the first time he sat in awe of something you had shown him. These are moments pressed to the fabric of your soul, giving its quicksilver nature molds to fit. Impressions to flood, grooves that say: Here is what you are. Friend and Student and Sometimes Teacher. Here, you are kind.  Here, you are smart. Here, you are stronger than you know. 

Here is my soul, take what you would need, give what you can. 

You have built yourself around his influence. Here was your first shelter since leaving the convent. Something at once familiar and new.

He is your oldest friend - and best, you think. 

Under Kovalt’s tutelage, you have come to understand that there is no rush and that shortcuts are rarely worth the trouble. The long-way home is usually better, the flower that blooms late is just as lovely, and the silly dancing of the ritual is actually very important. 

Here, you have time.

[ask-annaiathe-and-kovalt-blog]

This is a simple illustration of my brother's head. Though his specific coloration is not shown in this drawing, Kovalt's scales are a rich copper tone, and his eyes are among the bluest I've ever seen. Kovalt and I were both hatched from the same clutch of eggs. As much as it pains my pride to admit it, I was the runt of the clutch, and the only one without wings.

Why are my clutch-brother and I in different clans, you may ask? Well, it's a very long tale involving a very complicated series of events. Simply put, I would rather not regale the story at this specific point in time.

[starres-stuff]

Elftober 2023 Day 31: Spooky ft @wineandsalt's Clement as Alucard @kovadocia's Kovalt as Trevor and Viviane as Sypha! "No, no please don't do this! Remember who you are!! You swore to protect him!"

[starres-stuff]

The Lovers -ft @wineandsalt's Clement and @kovadocia's Kovalt

"The trust and the unity that the lovers have gives each of them confidence and strength, empowering the other."

[starres-stuff]

Day 7- Morsel FFXIV Write 2024

Morsel: small piece or amount of food; a mouthful

Vi had gotten up early that morning to make pastries for breakfast. She loved to do this when they were all home and had time to spend together. She had even snuck out of bed, thrown on one of Clement's older shirts that hung just past her knees, and made it downstairs without being caught (or so she thought for now). 

At first, she thought she would make rolanberry scones, she had just brought home half a basket the night before but this morning when she stuck her head into the cold storage she found the basket nearly empty, her lips even pressed together in a thin line so she didn't burst out laughing because of how little was left. Whoever attacked them had even taken the time to spread out what was left on the bottom or the basket, while drinking straight from the bottle of Malbec that had been mostly full when she put it in there two nights ago before bed. Other things had been picked at as well and by the time she closed the door on the device her eyes were twinkling and her shoulders shaking as the feeling of mirth took her over. 

Sadly, without the Rolanberries, Scones did not sound nearly as good. There were other types she could make of course but they just weren’t what she wanted this particular morning. This thought process eventually led to her gathering the ingredients for Croissants, stopping only to look towards the stairs when the floorboard above her made a loud *CREAK* sound. Surely someone else was up with a noise like that unless they did have Ghosts in the rafters, which being in the Shroud this long Vi had come to realize that anything could happen at any given moment. 

Putting aside the noise for now she began to make the dough measuring out butter, flour, sugar, salt, yeast, and milk, each ingredient going into her mixing bowl to be carefully combined by constantly folding them together until they formed a ball. It was at this point that she transfered it into a glass bowl, and covered it over with a damp cheesecloth, taking it to the cold storage, where she exchanged the new dough for a bowl that had already been sitting there. A trick she had learned early on to keep herself from waiting nearly half a bell while the dough rose in the cold.

It didn’t take long for her to return to the counter where she quickly moved through the other steps of making the perfect Ishgardian Croissant, the hardest part was always shaping the dough, making certain that it was the perfect square, getting the triangular cuts correct so that the folding would go easily, and then the rolling. Her fingers had become so nimble from the process that the way she went through these steps would look like art to anyone who caught her working. Once she had placed them each on her baking sheet, she put them into the oven and then moved over to the other side of the kitchen to juice a few oranges. 

It was about this time that the stairs creaked, and with where she was it wasn’t easy to tell if someone was there or not, she tried leaning back to see if she could see past the large pillar but there just wasn’t enough room for her to see, but with the smell of fresh croissants slowly filling the house she knew better than to believe her morning peace would last much longer, but on she continued with getting the rest of breakfast ready, part way through removing the Croissants from the oven to let them cool on the rack while she scrambled some eggs and sauteed vegetables the were noises behind her.

“Good Morning beloved.” Clement’s voice was almost a sign song, and she knew that meant he was up to no good, in fact when she turned around to look at him he was lingering right near where the croissants were, dressed in his linen house pants and a loose shirt he had thrown on. This was the side of him she loved the most, the one where he was just himself. 

“Do not touch the croissants dear heart.” there was a tease in her voice, and she turned back around to finish grilling the meat that would go with breakfast. 

“Why, I would never touch them Viviane.” Clement smoothly deflected the accusation, by slipping across the room to run his arms around her waist and place a kiss on her neck “Is there anything I can do to help with this? You have been working so hard beloved.” This brought a giggle from her, and she peeked over her shoulder to catch the look in his eyes “You could set the table if you like. That would be helpful. Is Kovalt awake already as well?” leaning in then she went to place a kiss on his lips but at the last moment, this was deflected to his left cheek where her lips planted right into his well-maintained skin. While he was pretending to be innocent, that sudden turn of his head told Viviane all she needed to know. 

“He is! I left him in the dining room where he was setting the table.” Clement said with a bright smile, the type that filled his mismatched eyes with this mischievous glow. 

“Well, then I guess there is nothing left to do.” which is what she suspected the two gremlins had planned as soon as they smelled breakfast cooking “The rest is almost done, you could always take the juice out to the table.” she motioned to the tray a bit further down the counter where three glasses sat “I just need to make some tea and then I will be done. 

“Oh, will it be the Marsala Chai?” backing off then to let her move he returned to where the croissants were cooling instead of getting the juice. “How about I take these out to the table! I’m right here.” he offered, and for a moment she could have sworn she heard Kovalt snicker from the other room as if he had been listening to them the entire time or waiting for the handoff of a tray from Clement.

“Yes it is the Chai love and I need to finish them up. I am drizzling chocolate on some and then doing the others with cinnamon sugar.” Vi’s ear perked to listen for an answer and what she heard was a “Mmmm” sound coming from behind her. 

“I mean mmhmm! That”s right you haven’t finished yet.” Clement added quickly, clearing his throat right at the end. 

“Why don’t you go and join our husband at the table and I’ll bring everything out when I am done.” This was Vi’s way of shooing him from the kitchen, she even turned around with the large plate that had the eggs, meat, and vegetables on it to be taken out to the table and she set it down on the tray she had gotten down for it’s transport.” 

It was then that she noticed it, the crumbs right at the corner of Clement’s lips as he smiled at her, giving her that loving look he always did when she came close to him. 

“You did, didn’t you.” Viviane gave him a playfully sour look, her lip jutting out in a pout. “You touched the sacred croissants before I could even decorate them didn’t you.” her eyes cast downwards towards the platter where she finally found the evidence, three of the croissants with their perfect golden brown finish, were missing the caps on their ends. 

“It was just a small piece beloved, a morsel I swear! A mouthful! There is still plenty left and I didn’t ruin a single one. I sampled all three to make certain they were okay for everyone else to eat. It was only a nibble!” 

As Clement defended himself against the feisty redhead who swatted at him with a towel she had grabbed from the countertop, laughter erupted from the next room where Kovalt had indeed been watching the whole thing happen instead of setting the table.