#softhunns

[whitherwanderer]

my turn for aedwen and sif!

• Starting Dungeon: “Always an adventure wit’ y’, ain’t it, Miss Mornin’?”• Assisting: “Ain’t nothin’ ‘can stop us.”• Being Assisted: “Yer next drink’s on m’, darlin’!”• Idle Dialogue: “Tell m’ this trek ain’t jus’ t’ find a nice vista t’ paint…”• Witnessing Aedwen KO: “A-Aedwen!? Talk t’ m’, lass!!”• Reviving Aedwen: “Y’ can’t take this one from me, Thal!!”• Revived by Aedwen: “Do us a favor… don’t tell Dugald ‘bout this, aye?” • Finishing Dungeon: “We’re splittin’ wha’ever spoils we got ‘ere, aye?”

[ Send me “My turn!” for dialogue my muse would have while in a party with yours! ]

[locke-rinannis]

Traditional outfit for the Nasty Boy!!

[greenmagic-oilspill]

What triggers nostalgia for them? Do they enjoy that feeling? For Edge!

The smells of his mother working on medicines and herbs is always something that’ll rip him right back to his childhood. So basically anytime he’s around any alchemists or herbalists, really. And he likes the feeling, though it makes him feel like it was lifetimes ago.

[foewreckem]

which muse is the most fun to write for?

That depends on where I’m writing! I’m more used to Aoife for solo/prose stuff where I have time to Google and put more thought into trying to be clever. But Alaq’it is a little more fun to RP ingame, because her background gives me some wiggle room to be goofy with not knowing a lot of FFXIV lore by heart, and also I enjoy literally interpreting things people are saying in real-time.

[multimuse meme]

[vexredain]

♡ but for aedwen and r'jihn?

Leviathan span, albeit only a small effigy laid upon a music box carved from driftwood, pock-marked by a passage through the Rhotano so many cycles previous, Jihn’s eyes were fixated on the serpentine form. The same form that coiled upon his arms and across his back, the false god’s maw holding the box now, blue-red ink wrought upon tanned, scarred skin. Mournful, bittersweet music poured forth, a tune he knew off by heart, yet the words seemed unfitting for the woman that laid upon the bed set in the middle of the cabin, propped up by finely woven pillows and cushions - designs ranging from those of Eorzea, to the East, both of the Near and of the Far. A song which told of fire, blood, the return of thsoe who set forth from Limsa proper, begging the Navigator for passage safe, and winds true, remembering those who were claimed by her embrace, did little justice to the soft hum that rose in her throat along with the music that sprang forth, still, from the driftwood serpent illuminated by the last rays of light as yet another turn of the sun ended. Leviathan was sat to rest upon a nearby desk, still extolling his baleful song. 

Faint drumming of feet, of Maelstrom boots against the Pride’s deck, still reverberated the length of the ship, the lyres and concertinas matched by a cacophony of voices betraying the celebration being held outside, the crew making the most of a peaceful eve, the clement, yet distinctly awake hold of Lominsa harbour was ever the perfect atmosphere for a carousing crew. Each beat of boot against bow a pull toward the party itself, and yet within the cabin he felt rooted. It was her doing; Morning, of mesmeric mien, whose visits were much the same as Leviathan’s coiling grasp upon tawny skin, long did he find himself drawn in. Blue-red-inked fingers drifted along the pale skin of her shoulder for the briefest of moments, as they were soon replaced by the cold embrace of a gilt chain. Morning stiffened at the touch, yet he said nothing, attention solely focused on fastening the clasp. He leant in, lips gliding from the furthest extent of her temple to just shy of the corner of her eye, upon which they pressed down in a soft kiss. He wouldn’t say much of the locket’s significance, of a journey from Thavnair, where it had been torn away from a mother’s hands by the iron grasp of a fleshmarketeer, to the white cliffs of La Noscea, once the avenging son had retrieved his birthright. That tale was for a different time, and as Leviathan’s maw and tail went to coax the Hyur from her place, only a smile sat upon his lips. For good measure, she received a second kiss, excused as simple motivation. “Come now, Mornin’, yer voice’s needed, lest th’crew’re left to their own devices. Navigator take me if I let ‘em sing by ‘emselves. Cacophony’s too generous o’ a word...” 

Thanks for the ask!! It’s greatly appreciated! 

[gyrabanian]

“You’ll be back.” for ko'a and amha jjdjaskjhd

three words prompts;

Dark tresses spilled over her bare shoulders, blackened fingertips clutching weakly at her own arms in a hug he would not spare her. Her eyes peer across the dim, quiet room at the man who was once her king, the moon above, the everything in her veins, as he drew a shirt slowly over the gnarled scar that claimed the expanse of his back. It disappeared, just like he would in due time, and she looks away. It was terribly cold, all of a sudden, despite that they had just been entangled with one another.

The feeling that settled in her gut, she wasn’t sure if he was love or hate, or something else, but it felt like sharp rocks. Pins and needles. A hairline fracture in glass just replaced.

Dryly, she swallows, and whispers, “So you’re leaving, then?”

“When aren’t I?”

The answer is, of course, expected. No matter what he said, no matter the way he touched her, the wolf always left the lamb. Looking down at her knees, thin as they were, she raises a hand to touch at the smeared lipstick that ran across her cheek.

He’s just closed the door when she says, “You’ll be back.”

But it’s less to him, and more to herself.And it brings her no comfort.

[aethernoise]

💛 👀

big yeah????

[goldenboughs]

DO IT FOR KHENA

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗“She’s very lovely. I’ve no doubt she knows it, too, but confidence is appealing as well, isn’t it?” His tail sways evenly behind him, and the smile he wears is warm.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗“We could be a lot closer, but we’ve had our moments. She’s punched a bit of sense into me - metaphorically speaking, I mean, she hasn’t actually hit me - once or twice. I’d love to spend more time around her.”

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗He lets out a bashful laugh, setting a fist beneath his chin as he glances away. “I wouldn’t say no.” Then, a brief moment of thought. “But not without Rhos. It would cross a line, I think.”

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗“I…” And here he pauses, wanting to word his next thoughts carefully, gaze shifting to where his hands are twined in his lap. “I don’t want to assume that just because we’re involved with the same person, that she’d be interested. But if they both wanted to see where it would go?” He lofts a shoulder hesitantly. “I’m… curious. That’s the extent of it.” ‘so far' are the words that go unsaid as he sits back.

REVEAL MY MUSE’S HEART💗

@moonlifter!

[sea-and-storm]

hey how hot do you think trashcans are?

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY | GHOA’S ULTIMATE WEAKNESS

[captainbasch]

!!! A warm up sketch of @softhunns‘s wonderful Z’khelbasi!

:: character not mine ::

[locke-rinannis]

RURAN D2!!!

[greenmagic-oilspill]

would they be a good parent? for any of them!

Granny has raised two children of her own, and two grandchildren! She thinks she did a pretty good job, but has regrets as much as any other parent does. And now she more or less views the entirety of the Riskbreakers as her children/grandchildren, so she’s hoping she is doing a good job for them, too.

Out of all the rest of them, Edge would probably be the best parent. He’s grown to be more responsible and dependable, and would do anything for his family. He and @onwesterlywinds ‘ Ashe have plans to start a family in their future.

The rest of them… would probably be awful parents, honestly. They’re either too caught up in themselves or just woefully unprepared for anything relating to children.

Thanks!!

[dutyfound]

💛 I wanna see one for aedwen and Basile :3

here ya go mom

[vexredain]

☀ for younger aedwen & vex?

“There'll be cheerin’ an’ callin’...  No more squabblin’ an’ bawlin’...” Morning certainly was maddening, the fires of jealousy were never quite sated, no matter what she did, it was always there. As much as Vex didn’t want to admit it, she’d never hate her, and doubted she ever could, it did nothing to quench the roiling flames that oft took hold in her head, however. Perhaps that was why she’d found herself singing, to distract herself from the confusion, though maybe it only made it worse, the intense intimacy, the gentle touch of silken pale skin against her own sea-bitten slate. 

“When we’ve th’wind in our sails... When we’ve our feet on th’ground...” Yet here they were, atop an all-too-comfortable bed in the Mizzenmast, and down more than half a wardrobe each, if the haphazard spread of clothing around the room was anything to go by, and she was all too aware of the woman’s head nestled into the soft, barely-toned dusky skin of her stomach. As her fingers made a trailing path down lustrous skin, eventually reaching the base of the Hyur’s neck, the gentle rise and fall of her voice emanating throughout her body. 

“We’ll sow our good fortune ‘round... There’ll be feastin’ an’ pleasure...” Morning yawned, the first sound she’d made for a while, it was hard to tell if she was enjoying herself other than by the stillness of her form, the lack of any feline features Vex was so used to taking measure from simply weren’t there to betray pleasure, happiness, contentment. A deep-seated voice inferring that she shouldn’t have cared about any such emotions, and yet she did care all the same. Jealousy was tricky. 

“No more rationin’ or measure... When we’ve th’wind in our sails...” The last words of the song rumbled out slow, Vex’s own eyelids heavy with the clement pull of sleep. Morning’s breaths betrayed that she had already embraced that same pull, fast asleep in the partial caress of a dusky arm. It had been a good choice of song, one sung as she’d first seen Limsa rise from behind the horizon all those cycles ago, one which had an all too fitting name for the situation she had now found herself in with a woman who caused her eyes to smoulder with jade fire, one that she’d likely sing for far too many cycles to come. Becalmed. 

Acts of Affection Meme open! Check >here if you’d like to send one!

[gyrabanian]

youre gay

THIS ISNT AN ANON BITCH

[aethernoise]

♥ hope im not too late..!

(Just barely this is the last one I’ll do I think sdjhkfkjsf)

@livvyplaysfinalfantasy is an example to strive for, personally, and inspires me to keep sharing my own analysis and commentary on this game (and others tbh).  Literary analysis of video games is one of my favorite semi-secret hobbies (lol) and literally one of my dream jobs, and she just does it sooo well and with such high quality. One of my fav blogs to follow because while I let my English major brain run wild all over this stuff, one of the best parts of that is reading other people do it too. And when it’s done so carefully and eloquently! Just awesome. I can also definitely say it’s been instrumental in my appreciation and understanding of Return to Ivalice, in particular. I have learned SO MUCH that I would have missed, and I’m super thankful for that! And that’s really just one example of why I rate it as emphatically recommended reading. (Also I can’t forget: painstaking video coverage of quests and dialogue, like damn, it’s a treasure trove of reference material)