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komaniyaexpress · 8 months

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— is this .. me?! .. ♪

sagau — they find a piece of artwork made by the creator; of .. them.

— featuring furina, wanderer, freminet, and neuvillette .. ♪

cw. none wc. 200-400 ea.

furina

it goes without saying .. furina is ecstatic. i mean.. why wouldn’t she be? she wouldn’t make this known, however, because “of course you’re going to wish to capture my enthralling beauty on paper — it’s only fair when faced with such divine radiance!” inside.. she’s a mess. her widened eyes flit over every tiny detail, every little stroke of the pen or paintbrush. “enthralling beauty”, she says, “divine radiance”, she says — but is she truly talking about herself or the way you interpreted her? never in all the centuries she’d been alive would she admit this, but she couldn’t help but feel as if you had made her look much more ethereal than she truly was. she does make it known that she likes it, though. when you turn away from her and murmur something about how you’re not the most proud of this particular piece, she scoffs indignantly. “what? how— ugh, how could you ever say such a thing? do you dare question my judgement?!” she leans back against the couch, hardly able to focus on the taste of the small pastry half-eaten in her hand. she’s incredibly grateful it’s only you two alone, because she has an entirely embarrassing blush upon her face as she chews.

wanderer

“.. seriously?” he kind of just.. glares at it. i’m sorry, but i don’t really know what you were expecting. depending on the kind of mood he’s in, he’ll either simply cast it aside without a second glance or attempt to mockingly chew you out over it. it doesn’t matter whether he actually likes it or not; he is not going to let you live it down. he’s not amused, but i can’t really imagine him actually getting upset about it either. he’ll scoff, maybe roll his eyes if he’s feeling generous enough, then go about his day without another thought to it. even with his nonchalant, near-annoyed demeanor over the whole thing, when you’ve left and he’s alone — he looks for it again and stares at it like he didn’t get to before. as his eyes travel the lines that form a quite accurate depiction of his visage — implying you spent a lot of time looking at him — he can’t help but wonder why, of all people, you chose him as your muse. he does.. appreciate the sentiment, though, even if he’ll never voice it. he catches himself before he spirals. it doesn’t matter, he reminds himself. with a huff, he sets it down again and crosses his arms, trying to ignore the fact it does indeed make him feel.

freminet

if you were expecting anything other than freminet being an absolute mess.. you’d be sorely mistaken. of course, he’s not upset at all. he’s just.. very, very embarrassed. he loves your art, he does. he doesn’t want you to misconstrue this, and makes sure you know it’s not your problem, but his own. make sure to reassure him. the moment he lays his eyes upon it, it’s evident; his eyes widen almost comically, and, suddenly, he has the surely inexplicable urge to run for his life. that wouldn’t be fair to you, though, so he bites it back and forces himself to stay put. the gears whir in his mind like he’s a piece of the machinery he holds so dear. he doesn’t know how to thank you — should he thank you? he doesn’t know what to say at all, more like. he clears his throat, unable to get any words out; his mouth goes dry and his heart practically beats out of his chest, all the while he’s looking just as frozen in time as your rendition of him. he lets out an audible sigh of relief when you reassure him that he doesn’t need to speak. he can’t handle you when you stare at him like this, and asks if you’d be okay with him putting on his diving helmet. once you’ve given him your permission — which you reiterate he doesn’t need — he quickly places it over his head, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you can no longer see his face. his gaze doesn’t leave the art, not for a moment. he stands still and stares at it, unable to tear his eyes away from the lines that, somehow, paints a clear picture of.. him. that you made. he still does not make any move to talk, and he’s very glad that you’re so understanding. eventually, he murmurs an apology, and through the lump in his throat, reassures you that (if there was ever any doubt), he likes it.

neuvillette

it was raining. it had been raining all day. naturally, this worried you, and your first thought was to check up on neuvillette. exhausted yet unchanging, neuvillette sifted through his paperwork without taking a single break to rest. however, all things must, and eventually, his tire overcame him — letting out a sigh, he placed his palm upon his forehead and leaned into it, his eyes fluttering closed. it took him a moment to open them again, but when he finally did.. after such a long day, eyes sore with the strain of reading fine print jammed together so thickly the pages looked more inky than ivory, the last thing he expected was to see was a piece of blank paper on his desk. curious, he picks it up and flips it over, assuming it to be more writing on the other side — only to be met with.. himself, staring right back at him. the neuvillette now is slightly slouched over, eyes drooping with the weight of an unrelenting week. he’s unable to see his true reflection — in a mirror or water, not a near-perfect version of him on paper — so he couldn’t really tell, but even so, he can’t help but feel as if this version of him must appear much more composed. he pushes the thought away, stares at the piece a bit closer, and he eases a bit. not only was it a splendid break to the monotony of monochromatic paperwork, it was made by you. it’s now that you walk into the room. in a split second, you realize what he’s holding. you blink. he smiles, gentle and soft. the rain stops pouring.

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codename-adler · 1 year

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Asks are always open for your niche AFTG takes!

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🌺 The OG Kathea Shipper (KatelynThea) 🌺

...dance 'til you find someone to die for...

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What if instead of Seth, Riko had tried to get rid of Aaron?

The night Seth was supposed to "accidently" die, Ravens found their way to Aaron instead. By pure dumb luck, Kevin answers his call for help and from then on, Kevin and Aaron are thrown together to brace themselves for every deadly trap sent their way. The dangerous game they play isn't just Exy anymore, and their hearts might get caught in the crossfire.

Kevaaron, ongoing, 40k, canon-typical CW/TW, M /here on Ao3/

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 interlude 16 17 18 interlude two 19 20

foxes + onesies (Hold Onto This Lullaby)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

1 - Allison

2 - Matt

3 - Renee

4 - Dan

5 - Nicky

6 - Neil

7 - Andrew

8 - Aaron

9 - Kevin

Bonus

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aftg as cartoons

these are how i imagined the characters from aftg... as cartoons. these are very unironic, i genuinely had these images in my mind while reading the series for the first time... and mind you, some of them have nothing to do with the actual physical descriptions in the books... my brain just went *nyoom*

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Kevin Day and his Oblivious Literature Lover

Everybody knows Kevin Day, Son of Exy. Everybody? No, not everybody. Some simply know of Kevin, that one insuferrable guy in every History class Palmetto has to offer. But to one, and one only, he is the man who saw, the man who listened, the man who took a chance and gave one back. This is the tumultuous, raw and often ugly, but endlessly surprising story of how Kevin met someone who didn’t know him, but learnt to know him.

Kevin Day x female OC, *on hiatus*, canon-typical CW/TW, M

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Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

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meissashush · 11 months

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Rosea Leonis, Part II: 🌙🙊🌱🏊📖 (and for the last one, does her tastes match or clash with her friends & family?)

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Oh, this is such a hard one. Overall? She just wants to live in a time where her loved ones are safe. This is a prevailing theme for here throughout her life, and the through-thread that guides her decisions, for better or worse. As a kid, she just wanted to be as helpful and useful as possible to her father and to Poppy (Lady Papavera Amicitia, Clarus' late wife). As a teen, she wanted to be as much of a help to her friends as possible, to the extent that she occasionally found herself spending more time studying for their exams than her own. As an adult, she takes the obvious path of enlisting into the Kingsglaive in order to take a more active role in protecting them.

And for how far she's willing to go? Well, she's yet to find her limit.

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

Rosea will never be silent about her loved ones being reckless. Call her a hypocrite all you want, but there is nothing more likely to send her into a rant than seeing one of her friends putting their life needlessly at risk over something stupid. That's her job, thank you very much.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Ro likes to think her memory is pretty good, but the truth of the matter there isn't a lot from her childhood she actually remembers, much to Cor's relief. One memory that never truly left her was from when she was still learning to walk.

She had been left--for what reason, she didn't know--in one of the ancillary wings of the Citadel. Behind her was a tea room from which she had just wandered, and ahead of her was a large labyrinthine black-marble hallway. Each step was a great effort, the overhead lights casting bright reflections across the smooth floor that swayed as she did. Three steps, then fall. Another three steps, and another fall. Her body felt leaden, both her ankles and knees groaning at the continued abuse, but she kept forward for some unknown reason.

She doesn't remember anything more than that. Sometimes, she traverses that same hall in her nightmares, just as unable to move forward as she had been back then.

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

Rosea is a pretty decent swimmer. Not being able to swim wasn't really an option for her, given who her father is. She can't say she loves it, but that's mostly because the chlorine dyes her hair green. She's never been to the ocean, so she's not sure how she'd feel about it. The few times she's even seen the shore were mostly in passing.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

She should like reading. Everything about it--the silence, the solitude, the pursuit of knowledge--should be alluring to her. Gladio has tried endlessly to get her to read something. But every time she tries, she's hit with the urge to do ANYTHING ELSE. That said, she can tear through non-fiction pretty fast, assuming it's for research purposes.

#ffxv #rosea leonis #ask game fill #my stuff #awlwren

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