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THE REAL STUPID INDULGENT SINSPAWN IDEA.
+ Shortly after awakening as Sin, Jecht sends a sinspawn out to look for Auron, to eventually lead him out to where he is waiting so they can search for Zanarkand. Or, as he puts it to a recently undead and mentally fragile Auron who is probably real upset that Braska’s calm didn’t even last a year, to find his ‘real body’.
+ Jecht can see and speak through the sinspawn while in control of his senses. if Sin takes over, the sinspawn becomes a hostile fiend.
+ The sinspawn is unique in appearance and can change size. To avoid scaring people on the way, it shrinks and lives in Auron’s nog jug. Outside of the jug, it’s around the size of a... Idk like sofa-height. A sofa with pincers. That floats a bit.
+ All relevant to @lxminality ‘s Auron
#+ headcanon#shut up its a good idea#it would be a good spinoff X prequel game#auron and jecht but a crab monster travel spira#and come to terms with the futility of the pilgrimage#thanks @lxminality for enabling my dumb ideas#il'l draw it someday
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Hihihihi, sorry I haven’t been around here to start threads-- I mean, you all know where I’ve been...
Even though this blog is low activity, Id still really like to plot some things with people, so feel free to shoot me a message or IM here, or place an ask in the box. I’ll get to them!
#+ OOC#my jecht muse ebbs and flows like the ocean he lives in#he also goes quiet when @lxminality is out of commission#@lxminality's auron is really important to my jechts story and background#we made up so much dumb lore its great#so thats also why ive been absent : )
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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . ( a collection of 100 nonverbal action prompts . mature and potentially triggering themes are present . add “ + reverse ” to swap assigned roles .)
∗ o1﹕ sender tucks hair out of receiver’s face .
∗ o2﹕ sender offers receiver a bite from their fork .
∗ o3﹕ sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap .
∗ o4﹕ sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music .
∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare .
∗ o6﹕ sender gives receiver company in the hospital .
∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them .
∗ o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night .
∗ o9﹕ sender falls asleep leaning against receiver .
∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver .
∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair .
∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance .
∗ 13﹕ sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver .
∗ 14﹕ sender places their head in receiver’s lap .
∗ 15﹕ sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room .
∗ 16﹕ sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them .
∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together .
∗ 18﹕ sender comes to receiver after being injured .
∗ 19﹕ sender sits in receiver’s lap .
∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact .
∗ 21﹕ sender overtakes receiver in combat .
∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] .
∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes .
∗ 24﹕ sender crawls into bed with receiver .
∗ 25﹕ sender rolls their eyes at receiver .
∗ 26﹕ sender lights receiver’s [ cigarette / joint ] .
∗ 27﹕ sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes .
∗ 28﹕ sender strikes receiver with a pillow .
∗ 29﹕ sender writes a note on receiver’s skin : [ note ] .
∗ 3o﹕ sender wraps a blanket around receiver’s shoulders .
∗ 31﹕ sender runs and jumps into receiver’s arms .
∗ 32﹕ sender shoves receiver out of anger .
∗ 33﹕ sender hovers over receiver’s shoulder as they complete a task .
∗ 34﹕ sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldn’t be .
∗ 35﹕ sender curls up against receiver in their sleep .
∗ 36﹕ sender is found drunk by receiver .
∗ 37﹕ sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver .
∗ 38﹕ sender joins receiver in the shower .
∗ 39﹕ sender is caught following receiver .
∗ 4o﹕ sender traces one of receiver’s [ scars / bruises ] .
∗ 41﹕ sender twines their fingers with receiver’s .
∗ 42﹕ sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced .
∗ 43﹕ sender kicks receiver’s shin beneath a table .
∗ 44﹕ sender aggressively shoves past receiver .
∗ 45﹕ sender kisses receiver’s [ forehead / cheek ] .
∗ 46﹕ sender pulls receiver out of harm’s way .
∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver .
∗ 48﹕ sender locks receiver out of their room .
∗ 49﹕ sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning .
∗ 5o﹕ sender rests their forehead against receiver’s .
∗ 51﹕ sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] .
∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver .
∗ 53﹕ sender buys receiver a drink at a bar .
∗ 54﹕ sender needs receiver’s help getting in the bath .
∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night .
∗ 56﹕ sender twists receiver’s arm behind their back .
∗ 57﹕ sender winks at receiver .
∗ 58﹕ sender is found collapsed by receiver .
∗ 59﹕ sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up .
∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .
∗ 61﹕ sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms .
∗ 62﹕ sender storms away from receiver during an argument .
∗ 63﹕ sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiver’s bed .
∗ 64﹕ sender [ applies / touches up ] receiver’s makeup .
∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat .
∗ 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver .
∗ 67﹕ sender strikes receiver across the face .
∗ 68﹕ sender places their hand on receiver’s leg while driving .
∗ 69﹕ sender pulls a chair out from under receiver .
∗ 7o﹕ sender catches receiver’s wrist when they turn to leave .
∗ 71﹕ sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver .
∗ 72﹕ sender beats receiver in a video game .
∗ 73﹕ sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight .
∗ 74﹕ sender cares for receiver while they’re sick .
∗ 75﹕ sender and receiver go on a hike .
∗ 76﹕ sender is caught snooping in receiver’s things .
∗ 77﹕ sender and receiver cuddle while watching television .
∗ 78﹕ sender throws something aggressively at receiver .
∗ 79﹕ sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them .
∗ 8o﹕ sender and receiver go shopping together .
∗ 81﹕ sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair .
∗ 82﹕ sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck .
∗ 83﹕ sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver .
∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring .
∗ 85﹕ sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair .
∗ 86﹕ sender brings receiver to their knees during combat .
∗ 87﹕ sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told .
∗ 88﹕ sender winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver .
∗ 89﹕ sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air .
∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound .
∗ 91﹕ sender holds receiver as they cry .
∗ 92﹕ sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door .
∗ 93﹕ sender gestures for receiver to sit down .
∗ 94﹕ sender pulls receiver into their lap .
∗ 95﹕ sender cradles receiver’s face .
∗ 96﹕ sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger .
∗ 97﹕ sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out .
∗ 98﹕ sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior .
∗ 99﹕ sender proposes to receiver .
∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .
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HISTORY WITH TIDUS' MOTHER*
+ To keep with Final Fantasy tradition, and because the poor lady still doesn’t have an official name, I’m calling her Sarah.
+ Jecht and Sarah were childhood friends in C-South (the rough district of Zanarkand). Both of them had troubled home lives and would spend most of their time together ‘avoiding’ trouble on the streets ( Jecht would beat up anyone who threatened her ). Jecht made a promise to her that one day, they’d get out of C-district together.
+ When Jecht’s blitz career began, Sarah was by his side. He kept his promise and together they moved to better districts, though it was some time before he committed to an official relationship with her. He would often stay out with other women before then, inconsiderate to her feelings.
+ He proposed to Sarah at the height of his career, because it “seemed like the right thing to do”. This also shut the tabloids up from speculating about his relationship status.
+ After marriage and a child failed to make her as happy as expected, Jecht grew overwhelmed and increasingly distant from her. He holds a lot of guilt over this.
*All of this is just my interpretation of the character. If by some miracle I ever get to write with someone else’s interpretation of her, this is all subject to change.
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lxminality:
“Ah- Be careful…”
Pinned against the temple steps, Auron shuts his eyes against the breeze, sighing. It’s the fever, there’s no point in complaining. He flicks his ponytail out of range, returning his attention to his arm. Like this, he has to keep leaning around him, manhandling him into position. It’s worse.
“Just don’t fall asleep. I have to dig at these. They’re deep, thanks to your meddling. All we can do is wait.”
Braska had advised against leaving with their curatives, yet Auron had insisted he do so, promising they were more than capable of patiently waiting whilst he prayed to the fayth. He shouldn’t have lost track of Jecht, that’s where he went wrong.
“Hmph. Lord Braska’s mistrust is well placed…”
“Whassat ‘sposed to mean...”
Auron’s support is the only thing keeping him upright now, and he finds himself leaning harder, head lolling against his shoulder. The pain flares sharp and hot every time Auron eases out a needle, like they’re trying to bury deeper in his arm. He keeps as still as possible-- in part because he lacks the strength to move much now, but mostly ‘cause there’s no way he’s gonna bitch and whine and embarrass himself any further in front of him.
“Whatever... Green bastards,” he mumbles, “They got it in fer me, Aur’... Don’ have ‘em in Zarnarkand, yanno... them green bastards... ...Jus’ regular color bastards... ”
#+ AND MY FEET ARE IN THE FLAME + v: pilgrimage#hes delirious#he is seeing dancing green bastard cactuses in his vision#save him#lxminality
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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
i rewatched the etern.als. and then i got thinkin. and now you guys are on the receiving end of more protective prompts, but these little beauties are aimed more for the act of actually saving a life! bon appetit!
DIALOGUE PROMPTS.
“ what the hell were you thinking?! you could’ve been killed! “
“ hey! get away from them! “
“ if you wanna hurt them, you’re going to have to get through me, first. “
“ you underestimate how much you mean to me. i wasn’t about to let them hurt you. and i certainly wasn’t about to let them even consider killing you. “
“ i told you before. i’m not gonna let anything in this world nor the next harm you. “
“ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time! “
“ what are you doing?! i told you, get out of here! now! “
“ get it through your head, i’m not gonna just leave you here! “
“ now’s not the time to play the martyr, got it? you’ve got a good long life ahead of you, and i intend to keep it that way. “
“ you need to go now, okay? don’t worry. i’ve got this. they’ll want to be trying a lot harder if they want to keep me from protecting you. “
“ don’t worry about me; are YOU okay? “
“ damnit, [NAME]! i TOLD you not to play the hero! “
“ i can look after myself, you know. but… i do appreciate you stepping in back there. you saved my life. “
“ why are you so invested in keeping me alive? “
“ that was for saving my life. “
“ it’s alright, they’re gone now… are you alright? hey, look at me; are you hurt at all? “
“ are you insane?! run! “
“ were you preoccupied, or did you just really want a dramatic heroic entrance before you saved my ass? “
“ are you okay? “
“ yeah, yeah, i’m okay… are you okay? “
“ hey! why don’t you try picking on someone your own size! “
“ hurry! take my hand! “
“ get in the car! now! “
“ i’m sorry i was late… are you alright? they didn’t hurt you too badly, did they? “
ACTION PROMPTS.
add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles around!
[ SHIELD ]: sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack.
[ EMBRACE ]: sender quickly wraps the receiver in a protective hug and turns so the sender’s back might take on the brunt of an on-coming attack.
[ SHOVE ]: seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender runs to them and shoves them out of the line of fire.
[ YANK ]: seeing the receiver is in immediate danger, the sender hastily grabs them and pulls them against them, out of harm’s way.
[ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire.
[ THROW ]: sender throws themselves between the receiver and an on-coming attack, taking on an injury that might have been fatal to the receiver otherwise.
[ DISTRACT ]: sender causes a distraction to draw the receiver’s attacker/s away from them.
[ FIGHT ]: just as the receiver is about to be attacked, the sender arrives suddenly and begins to physically fight off their assailant.
[ CATCH ]: sender manages to intervene and catch the falling receiver before they fall to their death.
[ SACRIFICE ]: sender sacrifices themselves, either fatally or otherwise, in order to save the receiver’s life.
[ HIDE ]: sender quickly pulls the receiver into a hiding place, hiding them from their pursuers.
[ KILL ]: sender, seeing the receiver in immediate and intentionally fatal danger, intervenes by killing their assailant before they can kill the receiver.
[ INCAPACITATE ]: sender, seeing the receiver in immediate danger, intervenes by knocking out their assailant before they can harm the receiver.
[ AFAR ]: sender, having been watching the receiver’s interactions with a threat from afar, saves them from an impending attack while remaining distant from them.
[ SECRET ]: sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver.
[ REVEALED ]: sender, having been secretly following the receiver, reveals themselves in the process of saving the receiver’s life from an unexpected threat.
[ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat.
[ KISS ]: after having been saved from immediate danger by the receiver, the sender, in a state of intense emotion and relief, kisses them to express these feelings.
[ HUG ]: sender, having just saved the receiver’s life, pulls them into a tight hug out of relief and a need to steady and support both themselves and the receiver.
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lxminality:
The one thing they have is water.
Auron gathers Jecht’s hair, returning the damp, needle free bandana to his forehead. It’s far beyond the skills of a wet rag, but they’ve little choice. He thrusts the rest of the flask over his shoulder.
“Drink. Sorry it isn’t shoopuf milk.”
He works at the spines along his right arm, digging into the barbs he’s meddled with. He could use a clean blade for the worst of them, forced into pecking away with the pincers.
“See? Had you adequate armor, this wouldn’t happen.”
Jecht rolls his eyes but obliges the flask with needy gulps which spill over his mouth and down his chin. The water is soothing. Healing. He feels revitalized, but it’s not enough to keep his body from beginning to tilt backward against him, his reflexes too sluggish to catch himself before he lands against Auron’s leg, his muscles too heavy to move after that.
“An’ ‘fyou had shorter hair, I couldn’t pull it.” Yeah. Not exactly his sharpest comeback, but he can make up for it later. He gives up the banter, rests his head back against Auron’s shoulder, and finally lets himself breathe.
The scent of persimmon fills him.
“Shit hurts... When’s Braska comin’ back...? Least he’d be gentle...”
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There’s a soft sigh, the tweezer onslaught halting.
“Might I remind you, it’s our job to walk through danger for our summoner? When you see them together, still like that, they’re nesting. I- You’re getting hot.”
Can’t leave Braska to exit the temple alone. Can’t let Jecht stay like this.
“Ugh…” His sleeve returns, wiping him down, drying the sweat this time. He scans him again, searching for vital areas, needles near any veins…
He’s right. This could’ve killed that kid.
“Your bandana. Hand it over.”
He doesn’t wait; he’s already taking it.
There it is, he thinks, the lecture he's been waiting for. Just as well he's heard all about how important protecting Braska is time and time and time before, 'cause he's sure finding it hard to concentrate on Auron's voice right now. Can’t even find the will to crack wise at how he’s 'getting hot'.
Under no other circumstance would he let his bandana get taken away like that, but here it's a relief when it slides away from his forehead; Air, cold, blessed air curls against his sweaty skin and it’s like at least half his fever lifts, breaking out to trail down his temple.
...Really messed up this time, huh.
"Huh..." Jecht swipes the back of his hand across the damp hair clinging to his forehead. "Hey, uh, don't mean to be demandin' or nothin’... but I'm gettin’ real dry. Needa drink."
#+ AND MY FEET ARE IN THE FLAME + v: pilgrimage#im dying lets hit up the bar#theres a bar here right#lxminality
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@box-of-characters sent: Takumi: *offers the big man a hibiscus*
✿◟(´▿ ` ^)))≫彡
Proudly plucks up the offered flower like he’s just been handed his twelfth consecutive MVP trophy at the awards ceremony. “Heh, I really do got fans all over.”
#+ IC#takumi you cant keep doing this to strangers#you are a pop star you are supposed to recieve the flowers#box-of-characters
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lxminality:
“I don’t know who’s more foolish; you or the damned dog…” Auron mutters, impressed at a flurry of needles almost making a perfect spine along the middle of Jecht’s back.
He’s getting hot to the touch. Great.
“You realise our curatives are with Braska? Would it kill you to quit meddling in affairs that don’t concern you for a moment or two?”
Nothing for it. He’s going to have to work fast. The deeper ones… Those’ll have to wait.
“Steel yourself.”
Pluck. Pluck. Pluck. Pluck… The spines fall, a swiftly mounting pile.
“I take it back; I know who’s more foolish. The dog has an excuse.”
“Would it kill you to quit meddling in affairs that don’t concern you for a moment or two?”
Jecht runs a helpless hand over his face, rubs at the rising pulse behind his eyes, “No, but it might’ve killed that kid.”
He doesn’t know why he’s bothering to explain himself. Auron knows; He’s just stiff enough not to let himself care. Out of sight, out of mind.
Jecht doesn’t have that sort of luxury.
To his own credit, he barely reacts when Auron starts plucking him like a pin cushion-- Just a flinch here and there, even as the pain flares up, throbs like fire licking just under his skin. He’s sweating now... And just waiting for Auron to gripe at him for that, too.
“Don’t act like you wouldn’t go walkin’ through a whole damn city of them cactus things if it were Braska in trouble.”
#+ AND MY FEET ARE IN THE FLAME + v: pilgrimage#youd charge straight through cactus city dont lie#lxminality
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vibraea:
“Why is there a huge muscly tattooed man in the distance? He looks lost.”
Although she herself, is also lost.
"What’s with that mountain of hair over there in the distance? Sure looks lost.”
Though, he himself is always lost. He ain’t in Zanarkand anymore, that’s for sure.
#+ IC#is it possible to do a rp with two people who are standing very far away#yes#now it is#vibraea
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@immoralraigan sent: spills your beer & explodes your blitzball
“..........”
“...The fuck crawled up your ass ‘n died, kid?”
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Blood-shot your eyes drop
And the skin's all wearing thin
There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
Or the trouble that you're in…
ind. sel. prv. JECHT of FFX
as floccinaucinihilipilificated by Vervain
#+ SELF PROMO#this will do for now#i thought i should add a song lyric to make it look proper#self promo#final fantasy roleplay#final fantasy rp#fantasy roleplay#fantasy rp
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Dissidia dads (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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lxminality:
Auron registers the scene once, twice, more…
“How?” is the best he can manage.
He should be used to it. Gods know this isn’t the first time, but now he’s an effigy of needle-laden flesh.
He gingerly combs through Jecht’s hair, expecting them in his scalp, even taking his sleeve and running it over him, the barbs gathering within. It’s nowhere near enough.
“Well, I hope you’re ready for the poison.”
He fetches the kit, seizing his wrist as swiftly as he would the collar of a heathen.
“Ugh, how did these ones get so deep?! I told you before; don’t pick at them!”
Jecht flinches from him, first when his touch suddenly cards through his hair, and then again when the nausea settles in the pit of his gut. Auron, of course, has some kinda samurai-grade grip on his wrist, so at least he's got that keeping him upright. His shoulders want to square-- He keeps them hunched, even as the sudden fever slithering across his skin makes his fingers flex in Auron's hold, in the worn fabric of his uniform. "Hey, don't have to be so rough. My head's swimmin'. I ain't goin' anywhere ‘sides the floor..."
How'd this happen again...
Oh, yeah.
"...There was a kid," he starts, fully braced for some admonishment or other for 'wasting more time'. "He was on his own, crying 'cus dog his had run off. Couldn't just leave him like that. So I helped look, and, wouldn't ya know it, there's five of the green fuckers at the bottom of the hill, just standin' dead still while this dog's sniffing around like he ain't in the middle of a damn minefield.
So we're up there, trying to call it back without waking up any cactus-s, and then-- get this, Aur’-- The dog lifts its leg at one of 'em."
With a dry laugh, Jecht shakes his head as if in defeat. "Had t'dive in before the kid did... You can guess the rest from there."
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So, why does Jecht have these weird spines all over him in Dissida? Sure it looks cool. It’s probably just a design choice, a nod to his transformation. Maybe it was easier to model.
But-- and this is just my cool headcanon idea-- consider that the warriors in Dissidia are probably brought there in the state of their physical peak. And Jecht’s peak happened to be during that battle with Sin. Right before he completely transformed into Braska’s Final Aeon™ .
My version of Jecht also has them when he finally reaches the farplane. Don’t expect to be Sin for 10 years and get away without a weird deformity or several.
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@lxminality
"Squeaky green-lookin' bastard..."
His back turned to him, Jecht sits quiet and still, head bent low like the first time they met back in Bevelle. No bars this time though-- Just needles. Hundreds of them. And now that the adrenaline's worn off, he can feel every damn one of them.
"Hurry it up. Don't wanna have to go explainin' this one to Braska if he gets back early."
The needles sting, but nowhere near as badly as his pride does. His body itches to lean away from him, to sulk off somewhere private and deal with this on his own-- but his attempts at the barbs he can reach have already dug them in worse. Probably shouldn't have used his teeth.
"And before you go sayin' 'I told you so'," a poor mimicry of Auron’s flat inflection, "I know!"
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