#hokay sleepy times

[hebuiltfive]

Hokay! For the prompt generator game, TOS Virgil and Penelope, romantic.

Thanks for doing this!

Hey! Thank you for the request, @tikatu! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to it! I fought with a few ideas before landing on something relatively simple. Hope you like it!

The prompt was: Forehead touching, forehead kissing. Hopefully I'll get it up on AO3 later, for those that prefer to read on the archive instead!

Time Waits For No-One

The soft scent of peonies awoke him from his slumber. Stirring slowly, Virgil pulled the lithe body closer to him. He was met with a sleepy grumble and he let out a gruff chuckle in response.

Penelope stretched, releasing a jaw-clicking yawn as she did so. She did not move, however, opting to instead bury her head further into the crook of Virgil’s neck. It was obvious she did not want him to move just yet. That was absolutely fine with him; he had no desire to leave the comfort of her bed yet either.

Though they both had important items on their respective agendas today, neither of them wished to rush and break the spell. Birdsong rang through from the open window and the morning sun cast warm rays through Penelope’s coral curtains. Reality could wait a little while longer.

It had been three months since the Anderbad tunnel. Three months since Virgil had nearly had to bare witness to losing the woman he held close to his chest this morning. The thought alone, even with her curled up safe beside him, was enough to turn his stomach. If one good thing had come out of that situation it was that it had woken him up to his feelings.

Virgil glanced down at Penelope. She still had her eyes closed. Her breathing was the only thing that indicated that she was very much awake. He lifted a hand to sweep a strand of golden hair from her face.

One of her eyes peeked open to sleepy blue.

Virgil simply grinned. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

Penelope lazily rolled her eyes. “Are we going to be stuck in this cycle again this morning?”

“You missed out the ‘good’ part of ‘morning’.” Virgil frowned, executing his puppy-dog eyes that worked so well on his brothers.

Penelope’s chuckled was infectious and, for one blissful moment, there was nothing but the entangled sound of their laughter mingling.

The knock on her door, followed by Parker’s intentional coughing from the other side, led Penelope to sigh. The magic was broken and, reservedly, she began to peel back her side of the covers.

Virgil immediately pulled them back up.

“The sun has risen.” She claimed, fighting off the smile that threatened to break through.

“The sun can wait.”

“Virgil, darling, time waits for no-one.”

“I know that.” He nodded with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Before Penelope could say another word, however, Virgil yanked the covers further up and over the both of them in a flash.

“It means we have to make the most of every second.”

“Virgil!” Penelope half-heartedly whined. “This is not what I meant, you know it!”

Despite her protests, Penelope did not fight to get out from under the covers again so quickly. They lay there, gazing at each other for a while.

Then, as though she snapped back to reality, Penelope went to move again.

“Wait!” Virgil wrapped his arms around her and held her fast. He then unleashed a flurry of kisses, pressing his lips across her forehead, down her cheeks, before landing one on her lips. Satisfied, he grinned. “Okay, now you may go, but only if you really must.” He deployed that same little pout one last time, to no avail.

“I really must.” Penelope insisted, returning one of his kisses to his own forehead. “As do you. You have that call with your father later, remember? I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

Virgil grumbled and watched as Penelope gracefully rolled herself out of bed. How he was going to tell his father about his new relationship with her, Virgil did not yet know. He’d think of something, but he’d have to think of something fast. Time, as Penelope had stated, waited for no-one and the seconds were ticking down, whether Virgil wanted them to or not.

[fuckyeahscienceparty]

hey if ur taking requests for writing...., what abt angsty among us idea- reports a body and like.. engie attends and it turns out medic was killed? and then hes heartbroken and really sad and angry at spy for killing medic? obviously u dont have to do this but the among au had me thinking about a ton of angsty scenarios lol. have a good day!!

i'm always takin requests! it may take me a while to get there but i will try my damndest to get it done at some point!

i actually had part of this in my drafts when you originally sent this ask but it's been reason enough to finish it, i think. i hope you like it, even if it's a bit messy :>

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Per Aspera Ad Astra

In which an imposter experiences the loss of someone he loved and wasn't supposed to.

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As Dell heard the emergency meeting alarm blare over the intercom and red lights flashed overhead, he looked up from the mass of wires he'd agreed to rearrange for Medic, furrowing his brow.

Odd. Spy hadn't made it clear to him that he was going to attempt anything that day and he knew for a fact that he himself hadn't made any sabotages since last week.

Then again, he'd noticed that this crew in particular had no qualms against using the emergency meeting button for more trivial things. Someone probably just wanted to get everyone's attention to look at some weird space bug that hitchhiked from their last stop on Pollus a few weeks ago or something along those lines. Standard procedure at that point.

He packed up the wires he'd been holding back into their panel before making his way out of electrical and towards the cafeteria, readjusting his goggles over his eyes to make sure nobody would find him out.

When he'd arrived, he could practically physically feel the shift in attitude of the rest of the crew since that morning, mentally noting that Medic was currently the only one of them missing.

"Tex, there you are. You uh. Might want to sit down for this one, lad," Demo said gravely, all the other crewmates' mumbling amongst each other dying down instantly as Spy stood to the side of the table, having said nothing ever since he himeself had arrived.

"Uhm. Sure, ok. Shouldn't we wait for Doc first, though? If it's actually important he should probably be here," He said, a confused smile coming to his face. Demo physcially winced.

"See, that's the thing, it's. It's Doc, he's..." Demo trailed off, Sniper moving to put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's?..." Engie frowned, having to take a moment before he realized what he'd meant.

It took another moment for the dread to set in.

"No. No, that- that's impossible, I- I just saw him like 30 minutes ago. I agreed to do one of his tasks for him while he finished cleaning the medbay so we could finish up for the day," He stuttered, looking anxiously between all the other faces at the table. None of them could meet his gaze even through his goggles, Spy in particular insisting on staring out the large window that peered into the vastness of space around them instead.

...Spy.

Spy said he wouldn't touch him- said he'd let him find a way to deal with all of this effectively and without having to kill this particular crew. Especially Medic. He said- no, he promised he wouldn't.

Engie's anger soon started bubbling inside of him, tightly clenching his fists that he oh so desperately wanted to sucker punch a certain other imposter in the face with. But then came the second realization of what he'd done and he felt his arms go slack again.

Medic was dead.

"...Where is he?" He finally whispered out, somewhere between heartbroken and seething.

"Medbay. Demo, Sniper, and I called for the meeting as quick as we could and did not get the chance to move his. Corpse," Soldier said, standing up straight and visibly uneasy at the mentioning of Medic's dead body.

Engie slowly nodded.

"Ok. Did you fellas, uh. Did- did you contact Pollus yet?"

"Not yet. I was gonna after the meetin's over. 's gonna take us a while to get there tho, at least 2 weeks," Scout said.

"I see. Did you three uh. Did you see anything?" Engie asked Demo, Sniper, and Soldier, all of them shaking their heads.

"Pyro, Heavy, 'n Scout were on comms because they were finished with tasks already and all three of 'em say they didn't see anyone go into Medbay after you left."

"...what about you, Spy? Been awfully quiet the entire time. And you don't have an alibi," Scout squinted. Spy scoffed.

"I was also finished with tasks, I've been in my quarters for at least 2 hours. You can even roll back footage on the cameras."

Pyro pressed a button on their suit, the small speaker on their chest panel letting out a soft 'kshh'.

"...he does have a point. Cams don't lie."

"What if he used the vents, though?"

"You really think this pansy's gettin' in any vents?"

"...Aight, fair point."

"I do not think we have enough information to make decision," Heavy sighed, every looking to each other in a vague sense of agreement.

"Skip vote, then?"

"Yeah, I think that's for the best."

"Alright lads, be on alert, then. If you see anythin' suspicious, y' know where the button is," Demo sighed, patting the plastic cover that protected the emergency meeting button.

Everyone mumbled out affirmations before getting up to head out, Pyro staying behind to raise their hand.

"Ay, what is it, Py?"

Kshh. "...who's taking care of uh. Y'know. The body."

Engie squeezed his eyes shut briefly.

"I'll do it."

"Tex, no, we couldn't ask you t-"

"Demo, it's fine. I'm not a child, you don't need to baby me. I can deal with it."

"If you're so sure..."

"It's fine. Really. You go make sure everyone else is doin' ok, lord knows they'd need it," Engie smiled softly, giving Demo a pat on the arm.

Demo's eyes still showed worry but he nodded, reciprocating the gesture before hurrying into the direction of nav where everyone else went.

Spy turned to leave but Engie stopped him, shifting his goggles back to his forehead.

"...Why did you do it?" He asked softly. He could've sworn that he saw the slightest break of stoicism on Spy's face but perhaps it was just the awful fluorescent lighting of the cafeteria playing tricks on him.

"You were taking too long. It was getting risky for us to be here. I thought it better to end it sooner rather than later," He said, any trace of emotion leaving as quickly as it came as he turned his head. Engie had no response.

"Remember what they did to us. To you. Just because one treated you kindly does not mean others will."

Silence.

"...Don't sabotage anything tonight. They'll get suspicious. Be prepared to leave this ship in a week's time, without the Medic they'll fall apart. Do I make myself clear?"

Still nothing. Spy frowned.

"I said, do I make myself clear, Dell?" He asked again, not even bothering to mask the threatening tone in his voice this time.

Engie squeezed his eyes shut again.

"...Yes. Yes, you do."

"Very well. I will see you in the morning," He said, moving so that Engie's hand no longer rested on his shoulder and starting to make his way to hallway that led to crew's personal quarters.

Spy paused to look back, a feeling that could almost be described as pity overcoming him. He sighed.

"...Get over it. You only knew him for less than 8 months, anyways," He said softly before leaving Engie alone, footsteps echoing against the metal floors of the ship.

When he felt he was ready, Engie made his way to the Medbay with full expectations of what he would find there.

He just. Didn't expect it to hurt so much.

Medic's body lay on the floor in between the scanner and the large computer it was attached to, his normally bright cyan suit soaked in red and a sizable gash made into his back. There was a broken test tube that had fallen out of his hand a little ways away and one of the lensed of his glasses had been cracked, most likely from the impact of falling onto the floor.

Engie took in a deep breath before carefully sitting him up against the nearest wall, preparing himself to find something to clean up the blood that hadn't managed to be absorbed into his space suit.

He wasn't used to Medic being so.. quiet. Lifeless, if you would. He couldn't remember a single time he'd felt a pain in his chest as intense as this.

It was then that his anger suddenly came back, barely being able to contain himself before he turned around and ended up making a decently large crack in the monitor.

He tried to control the emotions that came flooding after, tried to keep himself from feeling this way over this one human when he'd aided the destruction of countless others, but when he felt himself shaking, he fell to his knees, a sob escaping him.

He shouldn't have gotten attached. He shouldn't have, it wasn't like him- like an imposter to get attached, and yet here he was, crying on the Medbay floor as blood soaked into his already red suit and glass shards clinked against the desk as they fell off piece by piece.

Serves him right for believing in humans, he guesses. Serves him right for having the audacity to care.

...what a stupid decision, that was.

[mmvalentine]

But You pt 1 | Feysand

Modern AU, college-y sort of. Part 2

Feyre worried about Rhys going to college. Of course his grades were impeccable, it’s just that he had never been very good at making friends. When they were in the second grade, the teacher had asked them all to say what their dream world might look like, and where all the other kids had said things like “a world with unicorns” or “a world where we have swords for hands,” Rhys had said “a world where everyone is warm and comfy and loved.” And then one of the boys had laughed at him, called him stupid, and then stalked around the room chopping everyone down with his sword-hands. By the time the teacher had calmed everyone down and gotten them to sit back in the centre of the room, she had quite forgotten little Rhys, who was hiding under a table. Feyre, always a watchful, observant creature, had brought him pillows from the reading nook, and set up camp with him beneath the desk.

She was pretty sure that was the last time Rhys had made a friend. Because they were inseparable all through primary school and middle school, and when Feyre started making more friends in high school, Rhys just wandered off to the library.

“Don’t you want to stay and sit with us?” Feyre would ask him. Rhys just smiled and shrugged, and then sauntered off to be with his books instead.

Of course, Rhys wasn’t antisocial or anything. In fact he had always been so sensitive. And he needed so much physical affection- had toned it down as they progressed through school, but still spent most afternoons sprawled over the foot of Feyre’s bed, a leg or hip against hers, as long as they always had one point of contact. He had one or two romantic entanglements, but they never seemed to last long. Feyre wondered sometimes whether Rhys had decided early on that people were callous and cruel, and most weren’t worth the risk.

So when she got into a college on the opposite coast, and Rhys got a scholarship somewhere up north, Feyre seriously worried about what might happen to him left to his own devices.

Rhys had rolled his eyes when she broached the subject.

“I’ll be fine, Feyre darling,” he said. “Look at me. I’m unreasonably handsome.” “And has that helped you make any friends in high school?” Feyre had demanded, eyebrows raised. “It helped me get you,” he said with a rakish grin. “And you are all I need.” “Right but you won’t have me in six weeks,” Feyre said, feeling like she was going in circles. Rhys only shrugged. “I’ll be fine,” was all he said.

In the end Feyre decided that Rhys was just less in need of people than she was. She had always enjoyed company, and bouncing ideas off people. Rhys lived more inside himself.

And so she packed up for college, said goodbye to her friends, and went to one last party before she was due to drive off the next morning. Rhys hadn't wanted to come, of course, he never did. Truth be told, she felt a little disappointed but not surprised. It would have been nice to hang out one more time before she left.

Disappointments aside, Feyre was ecstatic to be leaving her hometown. It was small, and dingy, and contained her two awful sisters and she just knew she would go and never look back. She hoped Rhys would be able to do the same thing.

Feyre left the house wearing a scandalous silver dress. It was such a conservative town, she knew she'd be getting looks but screw it, she was leaving tomorrow. She took the bus to the sorry excuse for a bar the town had, and as she looked out the window she couldn't say she would miss any of this.

The bar had stained carpets and flickering lights. For some reason, Alis was devoted to it and was here most weekends. Feyre had turned her down many times, but figured it was as good a place as any to spend her last night in town. Lucien was already there too, taking up half the booth with his long limbs.

"Feyre!" Alis squealed. She hugged her friend tightly, and then Lucien pushed two shot glasses toward her as she sat down. "You're two behind Feyre, drink up."

And that would be the last clear thing that Feyre remembered from that night.

Hours later, she swayed on her front door step and tried to open the door without waking anyone. This was particularly difficult because the keyhole kept moving.

She managed to get herself up the stairs without anyone coming out, and closed her bedroom door behind herself thankfully. Dropped her purse on the ground, threw her coat over the chair, and stumbled toward the bed.

Where Rhys was sitting, his legs crossed at the ankles and his back against the headboard, with a bemused smirk on his handsome face.

"Hello, Feyre darling," he said. "Rhys? How did you get in here?" Rhys shrugged. "Through the window." "I'm on the second floor." "I climbed." Feyre's alcohol addled brain struggled to put this together.

"Okay..." she said. "But, what are you doing here?" Rhys fiddled with a loose thread on Feyre's duvet cover. "Wanted to see you," he said. "I invited you out tonight." Rhys rolled his eyes. "Yeah but I hate those guys. I just want to see you."

Feyre walked unsteadily round the side of the bed and sat down next to Rhys.

"You always just want to see me, Rhys," she said. "Come on seriously, you know you're going to have to talk to other people at college." "I hate other people." "You hate everyone." "I don't hate you."

Feyre just peered at him until he squirmed.

"Okay, okay, I promise I'll talk to people at college. Now can you take that ridiculous thing off and come hang out with me?" Feyre sighed. "Fine. Turn." She circled her finger in the air, indicating for Rhys to face away from her. He huffed but then turned his back obediently, and she got out of her ridiculous dress and into flannel pyjama pants.

"Rhys," she said. "Are you sitting on my t-shirt?" "I don't think so?" Rhys said. He pulled off his own shirt and held it out to her without turning. "Here," he said. "You can have mine." "Well aren't you a gentleman," Feyre said. "You know this is my house, I have a whole wardrobe full of t-shirts." But tired as she was, she pulled it on anyway, and slid into bed.

Rhys turned when Feyre told him it was okay. "I know, but I like you in my clothes," he said. And snuggled down next to her.

"Hey," she said. "You can't sleep in here." "Why not?" Rhys asked. "I've slept in here plenty of times." "You're usually on the floor." "But you're leaving me tomorrow," Rhys complained. "Can't I just stay tonight?"

Feyre sighed. The alcohol still sloshing through her veins was making her sleepy, and made it hard to care about anything.

"Sure," she said. "I don't know why you don't just sleep in your own bed." "Because you aren't in it," Rhys said with a grin. Feyre frowned. "Turn off the lights, would you." She closed her eyes.

A second later, the room was peacefully dark, and Rhys laid his head down on the pillow next to hers.

"You know," he said more quietly. "I used to sleep up here." "Sure, when we were kids," Feyre said. She yawned. "I wish I could do it every night," Rhys murmured. "Why?" Feyre asked. Even though she was lying down now, the room still spun somehow. "Because I miss you when you're not there," he whispered. "Well what are you going to do when I'm at college?" she asked, and the words were like cotton in her mouth. "Think about you everyday," Rhys said, "and wish that I had told you when you were sober that I have no idea what I'm going to do without you and I've never been so scared in my life."

But Feyre was asleep by that point, and wouldn't remember that Rhys kissed her forehead before closing his eyes too.

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HOKAY phew I really hit a wall there and was panicking a bit so I am very happy to be back in a chapter fic. Big ol' thanks and also smooshy kisses to my brain trust @feyrearcherons and @asteria-of-mars for getting me over the line.

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[iztarshi]

Can i get DVD commentary on the jagerpet bath chapter particular agatha almost cutting maxims hair and violating his bodily autonomy.

That was meant to be an uncomfortable moment, but I’m still surprised at how hard it hit that mark.

Even though it was... partly inspired maybe... by a rather disturbing tumblr post where a six-year-old who didn’t want her ears pierced was forced into it by her mother. So I did write it with thoughts about children and how easily they can be overridden in mind. It’s even worse for the Jägerpets because they’re seen as animals, but even human children get adults assuming they just don’t understand when it’s convenient.

Purple she’d left until last because his hair was down to his waist, locks of it floating in the bathwater like seaweed. It was a similar black-purple colour to Green’s, but sleeker, and it would have been beautiful if it hadn’t been a mess of matts and tangles. Working shampoo into it was a chore, especially when it was uncomfortable and boring for Purple, leading to him wriggling around and whining.

In the end Agatha gave up and ran downstairs to grab the kitchen scissors.

She’s still thinking of them more as pets at this point. If you found a stray animal with matted fur it would be a kindness to cut, or even shave it.

‘Okay,’ she said, kneeling down by the bath tub again. ‘I’m going to cut your hair. Hold still for me.’

But then she explains what’s about to happen, knowing quite well he’s understand. It’s a confusing situation.

‘No!’ Purple threw himself down into the water and scrambled behind Green. ‘Is mine hair! Mine!’

Maxim’s the most temperamental, and in some ways the most confident. He has a strong sense of his own rights even if he’s never actually had them respected. How? I don’t know, some people just have stronger egos that others, and that’s not always a bad thing.

‘It’s matted,’ Agatha said, taking hold of him by the upper arm and pulling him back towards her. He really would feel better for not having matts attached to him, even if he didn’t understand. ‘And it will grow back.’

Agatha assumes it’s a lack of understanding, though, and she’s also just exhausted. Getting them home, getting them fed and bathed, it’s all been more than she was planning on that evening. She just wants it over with.

Which isn’t an excuse, because I think that’s often the point where adults run roughshod over children. They’ve had enough and they don’t have to negotiate.

‘NOOOOO!’ Purple wailed at the top of his lungs, making her realise how quiet they’d all been until then. ‘I don’t WANNA. I… MINE… don’t WANNA.’ He threw himself down again, dragging on her hand with all his weight, and kicked at her wrist.

Maxim’s controlling himself better than it seems. He’s very strong, he could easily have broken her wrist if he’d really kicked. But he doesn’t want to hurt her, he just wants her to listen.

‘Maxim, don’t,’ Green said, grabbing at his feet.

Agatha let go more in surprise at the name than anything. They’d been talking since she met them, but it hadn’t occurred to her to ask if they knew their own names.

‘Let GO!’ Maxim yelled, smacking his fists against Green’s chest. ‘I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, let GO!’

Dimo’s pragmatic. Agatha can do what she wants, short of actually hurting them, as long as it keeps them off the streets. I guess, in some ways, he’s also assuming Maxim doesn’t understand the situation, rather than that Maxim has his own priorities.

Agatha dropped the scissors so she could grab Maxim out of the water and hold him with both arms where he couldn’t hit or kick. He could probably still bite, oh god, she hoped he didn’t bite. But all he actually did was go limp in her arms and start sobbing hysterically, little snuffles of ‘no’ and ‘mine’ coming out whenever he got enough breath.

Maxim thinks he’s lost this battle. *pats him*

‘Okay,’ said Agatha, shifting her grip so she could rub his back. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay, I won’t cut it. I promise. It’s okay.’ He pressed his face into her shoulder and gradually the sobbing tailed off. ‘There,’ she said. ‘Good boy. Now. You’re going to have to be very good and patient while I get your hair clean. I’m sorry, but there’s a lot of it. Can you do that?’

‘Yez,’ he said quietly.

‘Good boy.’

But Agatha didn’t mean to upset him like this and once she realises she was wrong she’s willing to back off. Maxim’s very subdued now, he was frightened, but he’s also unexpectedly got his way.

He was good, too. He whimpered a bit when a tangle got pulled or shampoo, despite Agatha’s best efforts, got into his eyes, but if it meant he got to keep his hair apparently he could endure. Tan scooted over to hold one of his hands under the water.

Oggie is the sweetest of sweethearts.

‘So,’ Agatha said, wanting to distract them all a bit. ‘I’m Agatha. I just learnt Maxim’s name. What about you two?’

‘Hy’m Ognian, hyu ken call me Oggie,’ said Tan. ‘Dot’s vot Mizz Lulu called me.’‘Was that your owner?’

Oggie nodded. Agatha wondered whether to ask more, but they’d been abandoned. Asking about owners might just cause more upset.

It totally didn’t occur to me that “Miss Lulu” would cause confusion when Lucrezia’s the villain. Her name was actually Louisa.

‘Hy’m Dimo,’ said Green.

‘Mizz Agatha,’ said Oggie.

‘Yes?’ Agatha asked.

He shook his head with a grin. ‘Hy chust like it.’

Oggie likes having a name to call his caregiver. It makes it seem a lot more likely she’s keeping them.

Afterwards they were sleepy enough that Agatha got them into diapers and three of her oldest shirts (she’d forgotten pyjamas) with minimum fuss. Agatha wound up sitting on the floor of the bathroom with Dimo on one side, Oggie on the other, and Maxim on her lap while she brushed his hair with her widest toothed comb. He was good about this too, and not in the resigned way he’d been about the shampoo, he relaxed into it.

‘Do you like having your hair brushed?’ she asked him.

‘Yez. Feels goot.’ He snuggled against her, face down so she could still reach his hair. ‘Shelley liked brushink me too.’

Maxim hates having his hair washed, but he loves being brushed. Shelley treated him like a doll, so being brushed and pampered was one of the times he was closest to her.

‘It is very nice hair. I’m sorry I was going to cut it without asking you.’

‘Iz hokay. Hyu stopped.’

Agatha not only realises she shouldn’t have violated his autonomy, she realises he can understand, and deserves, an apology. Maxim’s still surprised she stopped.

I think all three of them find that reassuring. That pushing back against Agatha can lead to an apology rather than punishment.

Agatha supposed people usually didn’t stop when they’d made up their mind about something concerning him. Owners always made decisions for their pets. It was just… odd… when the pet could argue. Okay, Krosp could definitely argue with some of her decisions, but he couldn’t negotiate them. She couldn’t tell him, ‘I won’t wrap you in the towel if you’ll sit and let me clip your claws without it’.

My parents’ cat can also argue about having her claws clipped. Or her feet dried. She does not win those arguments.

Once again she’s realising they don’t seem to think like animals, and that treating them like children gets her better results.

Maxim was asleep by the time she’d finished. She carried him and Oggie upstairs, one in each arm, with Dimo following.

Dimo gets less carrying in general, poor guy. He tries very hard to be mature, and sometimes it means less attention. But he will get picked up and hugged by the end of the chapter.

[thedancingpetalxiv]

Can I just ask you to answer them all so I can judge you for your answers >:3 if not... uh... 5, 6, 12

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HOKAY THIS IS GONNA TAKE A WHILE

CATTE BEST RACE

I don’t think I have a favorite yet cuz I’m still learning em but so far i’m really enjoying NIN!

I don’t necessarily have a least favorite per se, but I’ll just say most casters only because I have no patience for cast times ;w; gomen

My main is on Jenova! but I have alts on Leviathan and Balmung and I’ve got a babby toon on Mateus!

answered!

also answered!

I would say Teledji Adeledji, but it seems he’s not the biggest factor anymore. I also dislike how weird Gegeruju gets...

Answers

The Singularity Reactor was a ton of fun!

I haven’t gotten through them all but The Sirensong Sea was actually super neato!

The Great Gubal Library. I still dunno what to do when it comes to that one book with the sliding floor x.x

I haven’t gotten to the beast tribes yet but for now i’m gonna say moogles cuz...moogles

SHRUGGY I HAVEN’T THOUGHT THAT FAR YET *sweats*

Nashu Mhakaracca. Sweet sleepy bomb catte ;w;

I really like the falcon mount tbh!

I think my rarest mount is probably the nimbus cloud. I’m so glad I did the promo even tho I wasn’t playing yet!

My Dress-Up Y’shtola! That or my Fat Cat ;w;

*does the Will Smith pose at Haurchefant* That or hang out with the rogue’s guild more ;o;

I haven’t gotten to the new Ivalice content but I hope Ramza shows up

I WILL once I hit max level, but once I do I’m most def gonna use the maid outfit for NIN (meido knife catte is best catte). Still thinking of other sets for my other main jobs ;w;

uhhh I’m gonna skip cuz of how the question is asked lmao

Honestly I’d just take some outfits cuz my fashion game IRL is garbage ;;

I’ve never played TT so I can’t say!

*SMASHES THE BUTTON TO HANG OUT WITH Y’SHTOLA CUZ I AM A PLEB*

Shirogane pls. My weeb heart can only take so much ;o;

3 commendations, but I think it was cuz they were all in a triple party and I was the random.

Would be cool to see Zidane in XIV. Or montblanc!, see how he’d be rendered n stuff. As for a fight, would be neat to see some of the bosses from FFTA.

I did not get a chance to play 1.0, but even with apparently how bad it was, I still kinda wish I was around to give it a shot just to see the difference. Also the cutscenes were apparently gorgeous in 1.0 and I would have loved to experience those first hand!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA roleplay *cries grossly*

I wanna see more stuff with the Warriors of Darkness tbh ;-;