Windup-gwen - Thou Must Live, Die And Know

“old friends” can be such a loaded state of affairs sometimes like you KNOW that theres like a lifetime of things left unsaid between these people 

Selene thrown down (1886) - Ferdinand Keller

having ocs is like she’s my daughter. she’s my power fantasy. i’m giving her everything i hate about my personality. she’s a war criminal. she’s never done anything wrong in her life ever. i love her. i hate her. i’m making her life miserable. who did this to her. she’s unlikeable but everyone should like her. she’s baby. she does cocaine in the bathroom

I dont know if you're still taking them but what about cuddle headcannons With the Scions?

Thancred is, surprisingly enough, the clingiest cuddled of the Scions. Once the two of you might lay down together for a nap he’s already got his limbs entwined with your own—good luck getting loose, since he can be quite a heavy sleeper when not in the field, and very rarely does he feel quite as comfortable and safe as when he’s lying next to you.

Urianger cuddles solely with your comfort forefront in his mind, to the point that he would rather fall asleep in an uncomfortable position than disturb you if you are comfortable in his arms. You’ll have to verbally battle the man to get any semblance of honesty, and even then he’ll downplay most of his discomfort. This man would rather have his arms fall asleep than to wake you.

Y’shtola is often the one to trace her fingertips over your body when the two of you are cuddling, though after a while you start to realize that the shapes she’s drawing are not nonsensical shapes, but rather various symbols used in magic. After even longer than that, and especially if you’re a magic user yourself, you can start to decipher the slow meaning behind the symbols as a careful blessing of warmth and comfort—more in notion than actual magicks.

Estinien is a surprisingly good cuddler, but you have to ease him into getting comfortable first. Once his guard is down he can and will latch onto you with a ferocity you’d only see in the former Azure Dragoon—and a fierce passion to boot. If you’re patient enough, you might even get to see what his face looks like as he eventually feels comfortable enough to fall into a gentle slumber.

Tataru is an absolute blanket hog. She will steal the blanket, the pillows, your arms—and you will not escape from her cuddle-clutches until she decides to get up. But she is very comfortable nonetheless, especially if you’re of a race other than a Lalafell, since she fits almost perfectly upon your chest when she curls up and falls asleep, mumbling all sorts of little things all the while.

G’raha runs quite hot and can be quite cozy to lay with in the cooler months of the year, though it can be a little oppressive to have him all but wrapped around your body like a Miqo’te-shaped blanket when the summer heat is billowing through the air. He’s quite shy about how he tends to twitch in his sleep sometimes, and in a long cuddle session you’ll even catch how, in the midst of a dream, his ears flick back and forth constantly.

Alisae is an aggressive cuddler, which is to say that she will sleep *on* you rather than anything else. She’s very much like Tataru in his regard, but unlike a comfortable Lalafel who curls up into a comfortable ball, Alisae is all limbs thrown out over and around your body—it’s as if she’s trying to make sure that you can’t get away, even when she’s not in a position to stop you otherwise from getting up.

Alphinaud is so considerate when he’s cuddling with you that he’s practically passive, laying next to you but never quite doing more than that—though he’s extremely receptive if you might wrap your arms around him to tug him close like a plushie (though without the comical squeak).

Krile likes to tuck herself up against you, though she’ll try desperately to hold on long enough so that she can see what you look like when you’re in a peaceful slumber. Sometimes she likes to hum softly when she cuddles with you, old songs that her grandfather once taught her when she was a little girl who dreamed of adventure.

Yoshitaka Amano Art of Final Fantasy VI 

another set of dangos

chit chat A couple that likes sharing their interests.

Day 7: Raid

Timestamp: Post-Stormblood, partway through the Omega raids.

Cid and Nero were bickering. Again. Or was it still?

It was odd, but Amadeus had to admit that the sound of their arguments was comforting. Part of it was probably the arbitrary content thereof (the coffee machine being one of the more comprehensible and logical disagreements) and part of it was probably the absence of Biggs and Wedge, which the whole group felt acutely.

The whole situation was strange… but then Amadeus found themselves in what seemed impossible situations frequently, often before they had finished their early morning training sessions. Or run a brush through their unruly hair. Or had anything to eat.

To be fair, a lot of the time they just forgot that last bit, even though their allies were quick to scold them over it.

Anyroad, the situation was still pretty weird. Midgardsormr was traveling with them again, and even being relatively informative about Omega, though also predictably vague. Nero, too, was being fairly helpful, and was if nothing else somewhat amusing, since Amadeus was desensitized to the arrogant type. There was also the matter of Omega itself, of course, and Alpha’s odd connection to it.

And fighting ghost trains. That was pretty out there, even for them.

The adventurer jotted down a few notes in the margins of their latest report as they absentmindedly examined the area around them. In a strange way, it was really quite pretty, all aglow in blue and silver, though that gigantic glowing eye that seemed to be Omega’s core was disconcerting at best.

Well, as of now there was nothing much to be done but wait for the two engineers to finish their lively conversation so they could return to analyzing the data from Amadeus’ last battle.

Setting the paper down, they leaned back against one of the supply crates, allowing themselves to space out. As usually happened when they sat still for too long, they began to doze off. They snapped awake when a presence flopped down next to them.

Alpha was looking decidedly perplexed, and a little exhausted. Ruffling his feathers, he tried to settle down in a comfortable position while still leaving Amadeus with plenty of room to maneuver. His left wing was being pushed up against a corner of one of the boxes, complicating the matter somewhat.

He gave a surprised “kweh” when Amadeus lightly tapped him with one finger on the foot, appearing still more shocked when they gestured towards their lap.

An encouraging nod was enough to convince him of their sincerity, and he gingerly plopped onto them, settling into the thick fabric of their garments. Amadeus, silently grateful that they had decided against wearing heavy armor for this excursion, began to softly stroke the feathers on his head like they did with their chocobo companions. It seemed to have a similar effect on him, as he relaxed onto his stomach and began to drift off to sleep.

Another delicate moment of peace to treasure, they thought as they began to drift off once more. Perhaps this was the source of their strength, that which Omega failed to understand.

“Then suddenly you’re left all alone with your body that can’t love you and your will that can’t save you.”

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Rainer Maria Rilke, excerpt of “To the Younger Brother [An den jungen Bruder]”, in The Book of Hours (trans. by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

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