#squall pls

[matcha-b]

[wundersmith-squall]

[menaceofsociety2]

Been thinking about sub nine again and how the wundersmiths used to live there, several floors underground.

What if morrigan didn't go to the wrong place on the gossamer, what if Squall lives in the basement.

In other words: chat what if he doesn't have a house.

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

You know what? This is getting it's own post actually.

I'M NEVER LETTING HIM DOWN FROM THIS! HE LITERALLY PULLED A CLARK KENT!

[haunted-xander]

Finally started ffxvi and I keep thinking of Clive as a big sad guard dog

[tempestforged]

@arlquin replied to your post “He's still not allowed near the pool after the...”:

Hm.

"I won't cover for you with Pierro if you judge me that again." Not that he passes up an opportunity to throw the rest under the proverbial aquabus, but still.

[queensbrother]

✧･ﾟ drop  : *✧ pop  *:･ﾟ candy ･ﾟ✧

[noxtivagus]

yeah i'm rlly gna play a lot of ffxiv when i can again >:3

[worldly-diversity]

@corditeheart ○ 𝕩𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕫𝕖𝕝𝕝 ○

     ○ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕 ○ @lionfated / @burntchild

          ⤷  『  "I would have thought that them sleeping together meant they were no longer my problem."

Xu pauses, raising a brow at Zell. Hang on...

"You didn't know?"  』

Already having been hit with something absolutely earth shattering once, the fact that Xu apparently knew about this really shouldn't be as surprising as it was. Did she always stick her nose in her students' business? Was he the only one who'd been oblivious to it?!

"Of course I didn't know!" He snaps back, embarrassed and a little flustered by the entire thing. Alright sure so he'd seen Seifer and Squall hang out and snipe at each other and okay so maybe they looked more relaxed around each other than anyone else, but still—!

He's known them both for years now, even if they hadn't started really crossing paths until recently when being paired on missions together and having no choice but to get used to each other. They'd become good friends in that time, he'd dare to say. So how come he's the last one in the loop??

He's very much not going to think about how that makes him feel, thank you very much.

[jaehaeryshater]

In 60 AC, the first egg of the latest clutch laid by Vhagar hatched. At the age of 112, Vhagar was already a seasoned mother. Vhagar was an adequate mother by all accounts, but up until then, a hands off and tough love type. She made no fuss until Caraxes hatched from his egg. Born with a birth defect, he at first had a hard time flying or even walking. Vhagar was extremely attentive, always nuzzling and “talking” to him, making sure he was alright. Caraxes, always the performer, soaked up the attention of his mother. He always yipped at her and followed her around, none the wiser of her concern or his defect.

beautiful commission by the lovely @moonwyvern

I haven’t shared my dragon family tree on here yet, but I firmly set Caraxes as the offspring of Balerion and Vhagar. This is for a few reasons; first off, they are one of only two canon mated pairs at this time. Second, I believe the theory that Caraxes’s neck is not due to genetics but rather a congenital mutation caused by environmental factors picked up in Valyria by Balerion. Not sure how that would work exactly, but it’s a cool theory. All that to say, it definitely is a punch to the gut that Caraxes and Vhagar were made to kill each other. There was a time, in my opinion, that Vhagar felt instinctual “love” for her hatchling, and I wanted to show that. We also usually see Vhagar as blood thirsty and a war dragon, and she is, but my goal was to represent that she’s just an animal at the end of the day, and to show a softer side of her in more peaceful times (also the idea that dragon naturally have a bond with their offspring, and how tragic it is that human beings severed those ties because they thought themselves above nature and more qualified to take care of the babies themselves). I also have an upcoming commission of Vhagar and her mate Balerion with hatchlings even earlier on in the timeline, so watch out for that. Vhagar has a special place in my heart, and I’m always here for more content.

Also, Vhagar was riderless at this time; if Visenya had taken away Caraxes it would have been easy, but I imagine when Jaehaerys proclaimed that they must take Caraxes away from her, she screamed and squalled and bit off the dragonkeeper’s hand and burned two others. I reckon the dragonkeepers always had a hard time taking babies away from their mothers, but an especially hard time in this case (pls pls somebody talk to me in my inbox if you want to talk dragonposting, I’m itching to talk about it).

Thank you so much to moonwyvern, they really brought my idea to life and their prices were extremely reasonable given the quality that I received. They were also very accommodating to feedback, and pleasant to work with. I am in awe of how they were able to portray exactly what I was going for. Vhagar usually looks mean or stern in artworks, but here she is curious and perhaps a little concerned, but mostly amused with her little one. Honestly, I’d recommend anybody looking for a dragon commission to go to this artist because they were great to work with and are quite versatile within their niche.

Bonus because the artist wanted to experiment with the dragonpit in the day versus night and the shadows that come with that

[aspirational-catboy]

Made today’s drawing practice strifehart themed in dedication to/as a thank you for my fave fic writers @waltzforthemoon @letoasai and @x-eternalmagic still out here writing new strifehart content in this the year of our lord 2024

Pls be kind to me I haven’t drawn them before, still working out faces, and this was mostly just pose practice 😬

(Kingdom Hearts Squall outfit supremacy. I need the jacket with the short sleeves)

[c-rose2081]

Of Siren’s Deep [Chapter 1] - story concept

Just some writing thoughts. Pirate-Fantasy baby, can’t go wrong with that 🏴‍☠️🧜🏽‍♀️

To my mutuals who lurk, pls reblog and let me know what you think in the comments and tags, it really helps the process ❤️

— — —

The small island is truly a forbidden gem on the vast cerulean sea. It sits on a horizon break halfway between Velazquez Point and Spanish Bay; a lush, green paradise seemingly isolated from any known trade route. I’ve crossed this way many times before, though today was the first time a wayward squall took us off-course.

I was—naturally—thrilled to find uncharted land. It’s been months since a new discovery and my patience was beginning to fester. However, my find will have to go unpublished for now at the decision of my ship’s crew.

We, and any others who come here, must be wary of this place. It seems the island itself is determined to remain unexplored. The white sand beaches around its perimeter burn with the heat of an unrelenting sun, while the clear turquoise water reflects its golden rays like mirrors. Many of my scouting party returned with blistering sores on their necks and faces from the intensity of it all, after only quarter-of-a-tick believe it or not. Some on the deck passed out from exertion or threatened to throw themselves into the sea in madness.

A vote was cast; I lost, Captain be damned. And though it burdens my heart to leave such a wonderful treasure behind, the crew has decided not to return again, claiming the island cursed. — from Oceans & Islands: A Sailor’s Journal by Amadaex Cabrera

— — —

“Back at it again with that book, milady?”

I lifted my head from the yellowed pages of Oceans & Islands, squinting in the sunlight which now cascaded through the window above my desk. It hadn’t even been dawn when I started reading; I’d completely lost track of time.

“Amaris. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I did call for you. Twice.” Amaris lifted two fingers as I slumped, closing the book still open under my hand.

“I’m sorry, I was just…”

“Reading? Yes, I can see that, milady. But why not a different book? You’ve read that one at least a dozen times by now. Doesn’t it get old?”

“Not to me. I’d love to be the one to discover a seemingly cursed island. It was father’s dream, too.”

At the mention of father, I briefly turned my face away from my longtime maid and friend. It had been a few months now since he passed away, but it still felt as though he’d walk in the door any second, just like he used to. I was already used to him not being around, as his work took him all over the world. He’d be gone months at a time, then would waltz back in like he’d never left. Yet knowing for sure this time that he wasn’t coming back? I squeezed my eyes shut, urging them not to burn with tears.

“Your father passed doing what he loved most.” Amaris said from where she was making the bed. “He wouldn’t want you to be cooped up in here all day.”

“I’d rather be, seeing as what Aunt Frenrise insists of me.” I replied flatly. “I feel like a prize trout when I’m with her.”

“Lady Frenrise is merely doing what Lord Pennrose asked of her.”

“I know that. I just wish things didn’t feel so…so showy all the time. I’ve dealt with it my whole life, but now that Papa is gone, she’s insufferable.”

“Lady Frenrise is a peacock amongst quail, milady. But you?” Amaris paused her work to glance at me, smiling in her matronly, sweet way. “You have the gold of sunlight in your eyes, child. Such a beautiful young woman you’ve grown up to be.”

“Hm, that’s all anyone ever says these days.” I sighed, rising from behind my desk with a stretch and leaving the warm patch of sun behind.

“It’s lucky you’re so bronzy, milady.” Amaris commented as she fluffed a pillow. “Sitting in that sun would make anyone redden like a Phoenix Fruit.”

“You know I enjoy a hot day.” I smirked, plopping onto the freshly made bed which caused Amaris to squeak in protest.

“Milady, honestly. You’re almost eighteen….”

“Please don’t make me get ready today, Amaris.” I begged, jutting out my lower lip as the woman rolled her eyes. “I just want to stay here for the rest of my life.

“Lady Aria. If I don’t get you ready, Lady Frenrise will. And we both don’t want that.”

“Hm. Point taken.” I scoffed, running a finger over the thin chain around my neck. It was still weird, wearing my father's pendant. He’d carried it for as long as I could recall—I hadn’t ever seen him take it off. I had been handed the trinket in lieu of seeing his body the day news reached Macatania of father’s death at sea. It was all the proof I needed that he was gone for good this time. His first mate had looked me straight in the eye that day, pressing the amulet into my palm with the most apologetic look an old sailor could give.

Tugging the artifact from my collar, I held it above my head and turned it between a thumb and index finger. The amulet was worn around the edges, with a center made of bluish glass like some rum bottles I’d seen. The lumpy frame was cracked and tarnished from wear, like father himself had rehammered the silver back into place several times. It puzzled me as to why he wore such an unusual, haphazard piece of jewelry. His many rings had been made of fine silver and gemstones. His earring was made of gold. He could’ve had the glass reset into something fancier; something more suited to his rank. Yet he never did.

“….milady?”

“Hm?”

I pulled my eyes from the blue glass, glancing at Amaris, “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said Lady Frenrise is expecting you to be well dressed for today’s ceremony. Something interesting in that amulet?”

“No.” I tucked the necklace back under my shirt, feeling it through the cloth as to assure myself it was there. “Just thinking about father, that’s all.”

“Your Aunt sent up a dress for you….”

“Of course she did.” I sat up, giving my friend a pointed look. “How bad is it?”

“Er…not bad, milady.” Amaris drawled, refusing to meet my gaze as I scowled. “It’s, well, a lovely shade of yellow.”

“Not yellow.” I groaned, tossing myself back amongst the sheets. “Just kill me, Amaris.”

“Don’t be dramatic, Lady Aria. It’s a lovely color for you.”

“I don’t understand why she insists on the color of Sunbam every time she gets me something. It’s gaudy and attracts flies.”

“You’ll wear it for your poor Aunt’s sake, won’t you?” Amaris made a face not dissimilar to my own. “You know she only tries her best. And if you don’t wear it, I won’t ever hear the end of it.”

“I wish she’d just listen to me for once.”

“Lady Frenrise is difficult, milady. Always has been. Now come, I’ll help you dress.”

Exhaling a deep breath again, I nodded and rolled into a standing position. As we did every morning, Amaris helped remove my nightdress. The noise of discontent she made from behind my shoulder was new to the routine.

“Something wrong?” I wondered, perturbed by my friend's silence.

“Have you been feeling unwell at all today, milady?” She asked finally, meeting my gaze over my shoulder. “Any chills?”

“No? I’m perfectly fine.” Furrowing my brows, I stiffened as Amaris ran the back of her fingers along my right shoulder blade. The itching was sudden as I twisted away from her hand in surprise, keeping a yelp behind my teeth. “Gentle, Amaris.”

“You have some rashing on your back. Does it hurt?”

“Only when you touch it.” I huffed in annoyance, walking to the bedroom mirror and craning my neck to see what Amaris was talking about. Indeed, there was a small patch of reddish skin blistering along my right shoulder. It wasn’t very big, not even the size of a fist. But now that I knew it was there, the urge to scratch at it was maddening.

“We’ll put some Sunbam oil on it.” Amaris said, “Just don’t itch it or it could get worse.”

“You know, Sunbam isn’t the remedy for everything.” I teased, receiving Amaris’s wagging finger as she headed to the washroom.

“Tell that to my Maman.” The woman chortled, returning with a small silver plate of balm. “Sunbam is nature's miracle.”

With the ointment applied, I did my best to ignore the rash’s presence as we continued the routine per usual.

Indeed, Auntie’s dress was made of a gaudy yellow silk with pale lace frills around the edges of the sleeves. It’s skirt barely touched the ground, while the waist hem sat comfortably at my hips. Normally, the dresses Frenrise picked for me were conservative in build. This one however had a surprisingly low neckline, one I felt the need to cover up with a lace shawl.

“I believe Lady Frenrise sees you as an eligible young woman now, milady.” Amaris commented as she worked with my long auburn hair, pinning half of it into place with Macatanian pearls while leaving the rest to hang down my back. “Isn’t that exciting?”

“Let’s see, my overbearing Aunt trying her damndest to find me a husband by lowering my neckline?” I recounted dryly, fiddling with Papa’s pendant as I sat before the mirror. “Yes, very exciting.”

“You could find someone that suits you,” Amaris shrugged, running her fingers through my hair just as she did when I was a girl. “Elias found someone, didn’t he?”

“It was an arranged marriage.” I corrected, rolling my eyes at the mere mention of my cousin. “Besides, he’d do anything his Mama told him.”

“He seems quite happy with his blushing bride, arranged or not.”

“Elias is a simple man. He likes guns and women—there’s not much else to him.”

“Don’t speak so harshly of your cousin, milady. Don’t forget he’s family and has just lost an Uncle.”

I grimaced, but relented to the fact with a silent head nod. As much as I disliked Elias’s coarse, boyish attitude, he and Papa had been close in the months before his death. “Now, you look beautiful. Lady Frenrise will be pleased.”

I stared at myself, hazel eyes flicking across the reflection in the mirror. The yellow of the dress made my skin seem even darker than it actually was as my throat constricted painfully tight. “Come now, child.” Amaris placed her hands on my shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. “Any longer and Lady Frenrise might send the Navy.”

— — —

“You look beautiful, Aria. Simply stunning.”

I smiled at Aunt Frenrise as best I could, bouncing a heel as the carriage clattered down the cobblestone road towards the harbor. My Aunt had been my primary guardian since I was born. What with how often Papa had to travel, it was a surprise we weren’t closer than we were. But Aunt Frenrise wasn’t someone I had much in common with, even after so many years of being under her care. She was a traditional sort of woman, preferring to keep the house and wear expensive fabrics and gems than pick up a book or take a late night swim.

“Thank you, Aunty.”

“I just knew this dress was for you,” she continued without missing a beat. “Yellow is such a wonderful color. Though I wish you’d show that neckline a bit more? It’s terribly hot for a shawl.”

“It’s to keep my shoulders from burning, Aunty.” I lied simply, glancing out the window again as the buildings and shops of Macatania grew scarcer and scarcer as we approached the East Harbor. “Is Elias excited about today?”

“Simply over the moon,” the woman chirped, clapping her gloved hands together as she tossed her white gauzy scarf over her shoulder. “Imagine it. Me, the mother of a Naval Officer.”

“I never thought Elias was interested in military service.” I mused honestly. “He seemed much more keen on traveling.”

“He’s a bit of a free spirit I suppose, but Catalina has been so good for him. She’s a wonderful influence. They’ll make beautiful children together.” Aunty sighed happily, melting into her corner of the carriage. “Now that he’s ready to settle down, I can focus more on finding you a suitable match.” She drawled, staring at me with her deep blue eyes. “You know the walls talk. It won’t be hard to find someone who will absolutely ravish you.”

“Aunty.” I breathed, feeling embarrassed heat crawl up my neck to my ears.

“What? I’m just saying that there are plenty of men in Macatania who would go to the ends of the world for your attention. You’re a beauty, child. I already know at least one who has begun drafting an impressive dowry, hm?”

“If you’re referring to Officer Ambrose, I’m not interested.”

Aunt Frenrise pouted as I removed a pale silk fan from my skirt, flicking it open as a cue to halt the current topic. Unfortunately, my Aunt wasn’t keen on being brushed off.

“Oh, tush, Aria. Ambrose is a perfectly respectable man. He has a wonderful position and could build you the perfect home.”

“He’s also primitive, Aunty.” I argued unhappily. “I’m not an object to be won, nor a gem to be admired.”

“I never said that; merely implied that he could make a wonderful husband.”

“What if I don’t want a husband?” I retorted, fluttering my fan a bit faster. “I want to sail, just like Papa.”

“My child, there’s no place for us on the high seas,” Aunt Frenrise said with furrowed brows. “It’s terrible luck, you know. You belong here in Macatania, safe, sound and settled down with someone who will protect you.”

“You didn’t stop Elias from going to sea.”

“No. Because it’s traditional for men to join the Navy at his age; it’s an honor he’s chosen to take. I will not hear of my niece out gallivanting with some…some degenerates on a boat.”

“But….”

“I will not hear another word of this, Aria,” Aunt Frenrise insisted, lifting a warning brow. “You will be in the company of Officer Ambrose today at the ceremony and that is that. His offer for your hand will no doubt dwarf any others; he may just be your perfect match.”

“Father would’ve let me sail.” I muttered, slowing my fan as my head drooped. Aunt Frenrise shook her head, snapping open her own fan.

“Yes. But look where that’s gotten him.” Her eyes narrowed unhappily as I slumped even more, feeling Papa’s pendant resting against my skin. “Aria, I promised Atticus I would look after you; it was the last promise I ever made to him. The sea is no place for a young woman, I don’t want to see you end up like he did.”

“Quite.” I rasped, turning my head away from my Aunt’s attention. Refusing to look at her again lest my emotions get the better of me, I stared out at the beautiful Macatanian sea glistening in the afternoon sun. A few boats were moored off the rocks, their brilliant ivory sails shining as though illuminated.

A few months ago, one of them could’ve been Papa finally returning home from a long journey. He would stomp into the house with his big heavy boots, reeking of salt and seaweed. The man would haul me into his arms till my feet dangled off the floor, spinning me around like a windmill until I begged him to stop. He would tell stories of what he saw and show me worn journals and maps used during the trip. We would talk for hours before falling asleep sitting at the table, content and happy.

Those times, all of them, were now just memories. Papa was dead, settled at the bottom of the ocean never to return while I was expected to take a husband. To settle down as some Officer’s wife in order to raise children, keep home and never leave Macatania’s pale shores.

It felt like I’d just swallowed a rock, pursing my lips to keep from choking on it. Tears burned my eyes as the sniffles caught in my nose, causing my whole body to hurt.

“Please don’t cry, Aria.” Aunt Frenrise sighed, though I still refused to look at her past my fan which still waved out of mere habit. “It won’t be as awful as you think,” she mused, no doubt smiling as a single tear ran down my cheek. “I just know it.”

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To those who made it to the end, thank you! Always appreciated ❤️ I like this concept a lot so I hope to explore it more :)

[degenderates]

tagged by @emiliosandozsequence thank you so much my dear friend<33

the tragic hero: you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost. christ i hope not i feel like i've just started to put my life together

make yourself here find your role here

no pressure tags (pls make a separate post thx<3): @dollcatalogue @unwanted-animal @wretchie @hook-excho-squall-bankfull @chinabluee @zanderism @iphisesque @corpsecoded

[primalvessel]

There isn't enough positivity going around! So I'm gonna compliment you and you should pick out three to seven of your mutuals and tell me what you think they do best!

I think that what you do best is your immersive narrative voice - scenes you write from Maru's perspective are unmistakably his own thoughts, the way he views them. It makes it really easy to get into his head and understand what he is thinking and feeling, and lose yourself in the narration.

Thank you for the compliment! Wow! I mean. I don't know what to say. <3 I'm so glad that you can see Maru in everything he says and does. That makes me really happy. ^^

<3

As for my moots, long post ahead:

@azure-steel - Saphie's Cloud is absolutely fab and she has his thoughts and comments down pat for sure! Every word out of his mouth, I can definitely imagine coming from Cloud and I love it. He's so blunt, emotionally stunted and yet sassy and I love it.

Shio-mun over at @the-littlest-kojin is incredible at immersing their characters in the world. They see and include all the little details that make it absolutely unmistakable that you're interacting with someone from FFXIV and that they belong there.

@azure-seadragon / @ethereal-jule is really good at creating characters with depth. They might have tragic pasts or presents and that's definitely shaped them into who they are but if they're not already more than their circumstances, they can be so and I've thoroughly enjoyed seeing all the sides to their characters and watching them grow and develop.

@kolak-magiya has some fab characters too! They're really good at getting our characters into situations that are out of the ordinary for them and therefore allowing us to see sides of our characters that we otherwise might not. Plus their art and gposes are great! Moar pls!

Squall over with @onepartbrave is awesome! Bee's great at balancing Squall's renowned introversion with his growth and maturity so although he might be in a situation that doesn't allow for his abused '...' his reactions and thoughts are still quintessentially Squall.

@ancalagxn is great at showing a softer side to the imposing-looking and rather pointy Au Ra and you're never in doubt as to the fact that it's an Au Ra you're interacting with. Their characterisation is *chef's kiss*.

And @surpassing-limits does a fantastic job of reminding me that the Garleans are humans too - that the rank and file soldiers are doing their jobs for reasons that aren't just trying to take over the world. Their Garlean muses do a fantastic job of giving us insight into the individuals of the empire and how they're not necessarily heartless monsters.

I love all my moots though and these guys get honourable mentions too because they're fucking fab and I can't wait to interact with and see more of your muses too:

@aetherbled @aetherstories @verbeast @tellusbane @seatedsacrifice @infideliis @makoblue @steeleidolon @annjiru @herohikara-wol @hottataru @macrocosmic-star @cnavant @sinefinemors @thancrxdwatxrs @forgesahead

If I've left you out, I apologise, my brain is cheese.

Honourable honourable mention to @thedemonelucia who is great at the naughtiness and extremely good at enabling me. :3c

[rosella-writes]

ro ro ro happy friday bb!! a prompt for Inri Hawke & Sebastian, PLS (I'm holding their friendship gently in my hands): Deep conversations while comfortably relaxing

THANK YOU MER they are friendssssss (not sure if this counts as a deep convo but hey). For @dadrunkwriting

~~~

The ocean lapped at the shore. Birds squalled overhead. Merrill squawked even louder as she raced down the length of the beach, her feet slapping against the sand and surf. Anders rolled up the hem of his trousers and plucked up a stick in preparation of searching the sand for shells. 

Meanwhile, Inri Hawke wiped the last of the Tal Vashoth blood from her face and rinsed the rag from her belt in the water. It wouldn’t make it much cleaner, but at least the smell would be gone. 

“Scowl much harder, Hawke,” Sebastian chuckled, “and your face will stick like that.”

“Stick this,” she scoffed, then kicked a spray of sand in his direction. 

Sebastian nimbly avoided her clumsy attack, then made a show of brushing his armour clean. 

They tucked beside a nearby outcropping of rock with twin sighs, both staring down the length of the beach at the mages as they explored. Anders was utterly engrossed with something near his feet — he bent nearly double in order to dig deeper with his makeshift staff. Merrill nearly caught a bird, but it flapped away at the last moment. 

“They’re not quite what I expected, you know,” Sebastian said after a moment of calm. Inri turned her face up to look at him, squinting hard against the sun — he shrugged, and it jostled her where she leaned near to him. “Your friends. The apostates.”

Inri looked at the mages once again. “Our friends.”

“Our friends,” Sebastian agreed. “I did not serve mages so often as I did templars, and never once a free mage. I admit, I did not expect them to be so…”

“Normal?”

Sebastian snorted. “Those you gather in your gravitational pull are far from normal, Hawke.”

Inri laughed outright, then jabbed her elbow into his side. “Goes for you too, you know.”

“I suppose princes dedicated to the Chantry don’t tend to follow Fereldan refugees about the countryside.”

Inri leaned back against him and drew her knees up to her chest. “I take offence. I own a house now!”

Sebastian’s laugh was not audible, but Inri felt it rumble against her side. “One close enough to the Chantry that I ought to see you more often within its walls than I do outside it.”

“You’d be so bored if I didn’t haul you out and shove a bow in your hand.”

Almost as if on cue, Merrill screamed — Sebastian jostled Inri as he leapt to his feet, and he drew his bow an instant afterwards. He only relaxed when Merrill came into view around the bend, a gull clutched helplessly between her hands. Inri couldn’t help the snort that erupted from her at the sight of his face.

“Point taken,” Sebastian sighed, “although it wouldn’t kill you to attend Benedictions from time to time.”

“Ach, now you sound like my mother,” Inri griped, though there was no bite to it. 

Sebastian did not deign to answer that — instead, he slung his bow on his back, then put out a hand to help her to her feet. Inri took it with a begrudging smile.

[rinnysmuses]

30. What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

Reading through the other questions I feel like I know the answer to them in some form even if we never explicitly wrote them out into headcanon posts, but I REALLY wanna know about these two for Chaos Trio. Rhea about Hadri, Hyth about Hadri, and Rhea and Hyth about each other.

THAT ONE MEME I REBLOGGED WHILE I WAS AT DISNEY

For 30:

Rhea and Hadri: Starbucks, actually. Rhea will tell you that it's real coffee, yes it is. Hadri thinks its garbage, so. He has no problem indulging Rhea's whims (how can he not?) but fucking hell they can bicker about Starbucks for days. weeks. months. years. hyth just wants them to shut up.

Hyth and Hadri: .... BLM VS RDM. thats right. these boys cant agree on who is the best caster. BLM VS RDM. Hadri is in BLM's corner cause boom and Hyth is in RDM corner cause *it has a rez*. they will never agree.

Rhea and Hyth: 'FF8 is great actually' aka the game Hyth will stan and Rhea will tell you its dogshit. Its always a dumb, petty argument about how terrible Rinoa is (or how great in hyth's eyes) or how boring Squall is or 'fuck the junction system' 'fuck you, the junction system was great!!!'.

31:

Rhea about Hadri: The long showers. its harmless. it really is but for the love of god Hadri, GET OUT OF THE SHOWER. Rhea cannot STAND IT. Get in. Get out. You do not need to be in there for an hour. or 45 minutes. you don't!

Hyth about Hadri: Really dumb but holy fuck he hates it when Hadri spins a boss in a dungeon for shits and giggles. 'Den isn't complaining!!!' 'you don't know that STOP IT' (Denis is in fact complaining PLS STOP SPINNING IT). Just watching it makes him a little dizzy. he just wants to get his wanderer's minuet off, please.

Rhea about Hyth: him and his expensive ass eyeliner. It's just eyeliner! you don't need it to be THAT top of the line. But, apparently, hyth does. and it drives Rhea absolutely bonkers.

Hyth about Rhea: making a mess on the balcony with all the soil from her plants. its minor. it doesnt hurt anyone. but please, clean it up!!! (and she does...sometimes). but he hates it being messy out there. stop spilling soil!!