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[halonicheart]

Take portraits in Holminster Switch, the lighting in the forested area you first spawn in is so fun to work with.

[cold-neon-ocean]

Do you still have some headcannons for your proxima midnight family? I absoloutely adore Proxima's family art you made and the mom is just *chefs kiss*

Aw sure omg!! I'm happy to talk about my Prox headcanons! I still had so much of her I never got around to sharing! I can't remember if I ever said her family's names here because the original post I hadn't decided on names for them yet. But her father is Antares, her mother is Helya, and her brother is Craster!

So to kinda give a general sweep of the ideas I had for her species, they aren't super advanced in the technology area, in fact they never leave their home planet so they're an incredibly rare sight anywhere else! They live in big nomadic family units similarly with a lead mated pair (in this case Proxima's parents, Antares and Helya), and extensions of the family as well. I never shared her aunt and cousins, but Helya has a sister named Miev, and Miev has 3 daughters, Estraza, Rhea, and Miran.

Proxima is actually the second youngest of the family (but outgrows everyone except Estraza who is just massive). In order from oldest to youngest of all the kids it would go: Estraza, Rhea, Craster (Proxima's older brother), Proxima, then Miran.

Here are Miev and her girls!! (this art is very old lmao, from 2020)

Proxima only ever got along tentatively with her cousins, minus Estraza who was kind of the second mom of the family unit. But Proxima and Miran especially did not ever really like each other.

Estraza has a husband and they are expecting their first child. She's got those new mom anxieties as well as looking after her sisters because they cannot be trusted to look after themselves (she would really like it if they could get their acts together). Rhea is a grown woman having her rebellious teen phase, she's superficial and a bit full of herself, she just wants to vibe and not be asked to do anything I love her. Miran is complicated, she's like a little 3D printed copy of her mom and is desperate for her approval.

This got a tad long so I put the rest under the cut XD

Miev's husband was killed not long after Miran was born and she never really recovered from it. She lost a lot of weight and just shut down for a while, and Estraza had to step up to take care of her and her sisters. They also rejoined with Prox and her family after that as well. Now Miev is just kind of spiteful and angry at everything (she loves her kids though) but her and her sister have always butted heads so everyone living together again has been a trial for sure lol

Sorry I mostly talked about her aunt and cousins alskjdf I never got to talk about these 4 but I'm flattered you like Helya! She was one of my favorites from back then ;; For a bit about her, she's kind of a tough mom, she's stern but she's also where Proxima gets a lot of who she is from. Proxima was a challenging daughter for sure, but Helya did love her very much and only ever did what she thought was best. Proxima was actually always a daddy's girl, she and her father were very close, meanwhile her brother was the biggest mama's boy lol! And Prox and Cras were good siblings to each other as well, Craster has ENDLESS patience and Proxima REQUIRED endless patience.

There was SO MUCH I had going on in Proxima's story involving her family~ I'd planned out a lot leading up to eventually joining the Black Order. So much DRAMAAA. ESPECIALLY with her aunt, especially with Miran. It would probably be more suited to to a post specifically about the backstory I had for her if anyone would be interested in that, it's been a while since I talked about anything Marvel related XD I don't wanna make this post too long akjkfdgj There's a lot more I could say, I had a lot of headcanons about her species and their culture and all that stuff that ties into story things as well~ I'll bullet a couple points re: her family though!

Prox and Craster loved to wrestle and play fight and she would always lay his ass out lol

Rhea loves doing her sisters' hair and just general family grooming, it's very relaxing for her and she actually does like spending time with her family despite how tired of everyone she acts. Miran was her main victim for the longest time because she was the youngest. On the RAREST occasions Proxima would join and they'd have a proper Girls Night.

Estraza always made a point to include Proxima in things because Proxima would otherwise not include herself. Prox had a lot of respect for Estraza so she'd always kinda just do what she said lol. It annoyed her mom a little bit because she really didn't listen to Helya all that much.

Estraza lost her eye in the same event that killed her father.

Rhea is considered rather unnaturally beautiful so she's very popular with guys but lord help her because she 100% doesn't know what to do when being courted lmao it's all fun and games for her until someone tries to flirt and then she's all "mom come pick me up I'm scared".

Rhea actually did like Proxima and wanted to connect with her, but the two are so fundamentally different and Rhea takes things VERY personally so Proxima's general disinterest would hurt her pride lol

Helya pretty much regards her nieces as other daughters. Miev cannot say the same about Craster and Prox though.

ldksjdf I'll pause here, I'd be happy to talk about them more for sure! I really liked what I had going with Proxima's story and family, I'd love to revive it somehow ;; There was so much omg like she was all I thought about for a long time, I miss her so much ;A;

Thank you for asking about her and her fam!!! It meant a lot knowing someone was interested in hearing more about them after all this time <333

[halonicheart]

This Duskwight man was found on the brink of death, crawling out of the chasm known as The Palace of the Dead. Adventurers and Wood Wailers alike in the area got quite the fright… it wasn’t until he was in the hands of local healers that the handkerchief clutched in his hand was finally noticed. It was nice enough, silk with lace trimming and embroidered with the initials “D.N.”

The man was unconscious for several days. Not a single person came forward to identify him. The ones caring for him had no choice but to wait for him to awaken. When he finally did he could only remember his given name- Dorian and nothing else. Some tried to guess his last name, tossed around a few guesses in hopes of any of them seeming familiar. None did. In attempt to be humorous, albeit perhaps a touch insensitive, one suggested he be given the surname Netherfell, as if to insinuate he came from the nether realm. No one expected him to take a liking to it.

And so he lived his days as Dorian Netherfell. He made no genuine attempts to regain his lost memories.

Dorian can be described as odd and a bit distant, off putting but well meaning and morbidly curious for all things- well, morbid. Though he isn’t a loner by choice, he isn’t entirely bothered by it either. Almost as if he were content to not really have a single true friend, just acquaintances who tolerated him. For reasons he can’t even remember, he finds he is rather wary around strangers and terribly mistrusting of adventurers. He admits there might be something hypocritical about it, given he could very well have been an adventurer himself prior his memory loss.

Before he was Dorian Netherfell, he was Dorian Nicolette. He was still off and a bit distant, a bit off putting but well meaning and still morbidly curious. The major difference is he was very, very lonely. So much so he clung to the two people who took pity on him. Those “friends” of his weren’t particularly genuine. Truly kind at first, albeit they treated him like a child at times, but that soon gave way to exhaustion, annoyance, contempt…

They ended up bringing him along their adventures, not out of want but no choice, and truly grew sick of him. Their adventures took them to the Shroud where rumors about the Palace of the Dead spoils and specters reached their ears. The two formulated a plan, it was perfect, they knew better than anyone Dorian would love to go to this place. So they will go and leave him for dead. No one would find him save for the beasts wandering the place.

What they did not expect was for it to back fire. The “friends” died down there, mauled by something much more sinister than the mind could conjure. Somehow, Dorian managed to get away, the price for a chance to live being his memories, likely due to trauma from the betrayal as well nearly dying. The hurt ran so deep that even with blotted memories it permeated through his entire body.

Don’t trust adventurers. Don’t trust people. The kindness of Lovette and company terrifies him. Makes him want to rip his skin off, make the itch go away… but being alone is boring, doing the same thing day in and out is boring and he’s terribly curious of what may come if he follows them around.

Soon as he can muster up the courage to leave the Shroud, leave the Palace of The Dead, leave the place he’s drawn to in ways he wishes he wasn’t… soon… he hopes.

[halonicheart]

"Faithful" Voidsent

Labault did not start his adventures with grace or with grand ideas in mind. When he parted ways with his sister and friends, he found himself in Ul'dah... not taking the change very well. Lovette suggested with his magical prowess to seek out the Thaumaturge Guild there. He outright refused, stating she knows how he feels about black magic.

So what did that leave him, aside from a heavy heart and sleepless nights. On a whim, he finds himself amongst Goldsmiths, ironically often making thaumaturge arms for one reason or another and having no choice to but to deliver them himself. Time and time again they tried to recruit him but for a time he refuses, despite the small desire to further his knowledge in the arts his father specialized in. The very art that ruined his health.

Labault dedicated his time to goldsmithing, something he did come to grow very fond of. He had worked up quite the rapport with Serendipity that she’s come to entrust him to open up the guild in the morning whenever she needed the extra help. It wasn’t often, she always asked with enough time in between and more than enough leg room to say no. He always said yes of course. What else did he have going for him? It keeps him out his dark lonesome room.

Today was one of those days, terribly bright and terribly early. Sometimes there would be one other person there to help him open the guild. Not this time, which suited him just fine. He wasn’t quite in the mood to humor small talk. And he most certainly wasn’t in the mood for whatever was scurrying around the room upon entry.

It didn’t take very long to find the source of the noise. Cowering under one of the tables was a limping Gaelicat. It wasn’t uncommon to find a rogue voidsent wandering Ul’dah thanks to the antics of the thaumaturges. And every single one that has wandered here Labault has been tasked to deal with them thanks his unfortunate and extensive knowledge of black magics and voidsent.

The poor thing hissed and yowled at Labault, seems it couldn't fly due to it's injury. He huffed softly in order to not to startle it anymore. Labault ended up having to coax it out from under the table with food. He was shocked when the voidsent allowed him to hold it.

The plan was to place this winged feline into the hands of the thaumaturges. But despite its initial behavior… it was well behaved in his arms and just kept staring at him with these big round yellow eyes. It was all over when it started to purr.

Begrudgingly… Labault looks after the gaelicat. Nurses its wing until it can fly again. Watches as it grows rather rotund from spoiling it. Tells himself he’ll release into the wild once it could fly again. Only… he didn’t. Only when he tried the voidsent kept following him. He tried. He really did. Eventually he gave in and just… let it follow him… everywhere.

“Perhaps I should name you… since you insist on staying with me….”

He ponders a few names. The cat’s eyes were yellow like honey suckle. But she was much too feisty for such a cute name. He recalls these creatures are often called The Flying Killer. Perhaps a name that harkens to that? It was a voidsent after all.

“How about…. Jessamine?” After the flower… a poisonous one no less. The voidsent purrs in delight. "Jessamine it is then."