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Just appears in this timeline.

#dojyaaan~

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Speaking of favourite foods, I said previously that Wagnas' favourite food was dumplings (very broad range there).

But I think his favourite food would be something more divisive. Something proper but also bland and an aquired taste...

Natto. His favourite food is natto.

#:: headcanon #just the most unappealing food ever... #as he transforms he gains more of a taste for sweet things... #not that he eats as often like that... #but everything ends up tasting sweet to him in that form

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"If I told you I found a nice dead pig to eat, would you help me finish it?"

Oh. Yes. He is supposed to be on a diet...

Protein. 'Gains'.

But... Wagnas has to start drawing the line somewhere. "That would depend on how long it has been dead for."

#:: ic #takes a whole dinner set to squat by the fire and eat a pig corpse #carving little bits off with a knife to eat off a china plate with his fork... #strongestleif

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Lymantriine Moths by itchydogimages

#:: flit of butterflies :: aesthetic

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“I’m not,” swiftness betrayed his words, and an unintended edge of defensiveness skeweredhis tone. He shifted uncomfortably, moving a delicate foot away from Subier's leg upon realising accidental contact. His own reaction caught him off guard... This unease really was unlike him. “…I’ve a lot on my mind. It's not just the Termites…”

While he obviously held back from confessing the bewildering pull he felt towards Subier, Wagnas knew he could share other burdens weighing on him. Here, they were ensconced in solitude, away from prying eyes and ears. And the hot water lapping around his shoulders was, admittedly, an encouraging comfort. “The high priest has been behaving oddly lately. Part of the reason I agreed to come here was to sort through my thoughts away from the temple's confines...”

He paused, considering the risk of his next words. “It is not my place to question his actions, but my concern for Noel grows. I believe the high priest knows of his secret meetings with his daughter.” And if Subier hadn’t known that Noel and the priestess Orieve were involved, well, he did now.

The life of a priest was steeped in isolation. His daily rituals were often solitary affairs: dining in silence, conversing only with the celestial bodies, and, most relevantly, bathing in private.

The soldier's life, as Wagnas understood from tales from from both Noel and Subier, thrived on brotherhood and shared experiences… And here, Subier all but confirmed this-- his complete lack of modesty on full display as he strode into the onsen, a towel draped casually over his shoulders instead of around his waist.

Wagnas’ expression, a mixture of surprise and mild disapproval, betrayed his discomfort at this utter breach of the decorum he had grown accustomed to.

“No modesty, even in the presence of a priest…” Wagnas observed, his words fading into the steam as he instinctively sought sanctuary deeper within the spring. Even with Subier, he found the shared vulnerability of undress unfamiliar, even unsettling, despite the concealing veil of steam and mineral-rich waters.

A private discomfort settled in, an unspoken realisation of the vast difference between his life and Subier's. As the warmth of the water enveloped him, a curious thought flickered through his mind, unbidden yet persistent: he pondered the number of women who might have been privy to Subier's uninhibited state.

Mm. Many... A great many. His eyes bitterly fixed on the tattoo lining Subier's chest.

#:: v :: distant past. #I replied in bed hehe #xmaelstrom #cant cut posts in bed alas

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The life of a priest was steeped in isolation. His daily rituals were often solitary affairs: dining in silence, conversing only with the celestial bodies, and, most relevantly, bathing in private.

The soldier's life, as Wagnas understood from tales from from both Noel and Subier, thrived on brotherhood and shared experiences… And here, Subier all but confirmed this-- his complete lack of modesty on full display as he strode into the onsen, a towel draped casually over his shoulders instead of around his waist.

Wagnas’ expression, a mixture of surprise and mild disapproval, betrayed his discomfort at this utter breach of the decorum he had grown accustomed to.

“No modesty, even in the presence of a priest…” Wagnas observed, his words fading into the steam as he instinctively sought sanctuary deeper within the spring. Even with Subier, he found the shared vulnerability of undress unfamiliar, even unsettling, despite the concealing veil of steam and mineral-rich waters.

A private discomfort settled in, an unspoken realisation of the vast difference between his life and Subier's. As the warmth of the water enveloped him, a curious thought flickered through his mind, unbidden yet persistent: he pondered the number of women who might have been privy to Subier's uninhibited state.

Mm. Many... A great many. His eyes bitterly fixed on the tattoo lining Subier's chest.

It was now more obvious than ever something wasn't quite right with Wagnas, but nothing that yet appeared to be alarming in any case. His body language was suddenly quite stiff and ungraceful as Wagnas handed over his weapon, a far cry from his deft performance with swordplay moments ago. Still, Subier accepted the sword with a smile and a bow, waiting until the other retreated before sighing in momentary concern. Maybe he would bare his soul a little later?

He made quick work of clearing things out before he made his way to the baths, already dreaming of the sensation of water against his skin. Subier was always happier in water where he felt most comfortable, but hot water was an absolute delight unlike any other. The steam and the sting alike were satisfying and relaxing in a way that was... well, maybe not better than the sea, but different.

Subier prepared for his bath in the easiest way he knew how, by stripping completely bare with a small bath towel draped about his shoulders. He could slready feel the humidity and smell the mineral rich water as he neared, feeling happier by the moment. It had been years since he enjoyed an onsen, and now he would do so with Wagnas at his side.

When he arrived, he saw that Wagnas was already looking much more peaceful than before. There was nothing a nice hot bath couldn't fix even after the worst of days!

"Ohhh, this feels amazing!" Subier beamed as he submerged his feet into the water and made his way closer to Wagnas, "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist!"

#:: v :: distant past. #must be nice #to have no shame #xmaelstrom

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hummingbird clearwing moth (hemaris thysbe) | moanrchmanorfl on ig

#:: flit of butterflies :: aesthetic #very much a wagnas creature

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Also from the late night scribble a concept for a wagnas semi transformation hatching art.

#:: art #the butterpillar hatches #to a butterguy #will i ever finish this #maybe #scribbles #wagnas #romancing saga #romancing saga 2

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Kzinssie default mood.

#:: art #its tough being kzinssie #was scribbling last night last minute #kzinssie #romancing saga #romancing saga 2

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contemplates ungratefulness of world.

#:: ic #also ::ooc #being a hero is a thankless job #and the key to being a hero is that you don't let that bother you #and that is why wagnas could never truly be a hero #he is at his core a salty bitch #who bottled things up #also im salty today too hehe

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Ginza Onsen | Yamagata, Japan

#:: flit of butterflies :: aesthetic

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There’s so much I’d like to do around here but I can’t until this convention stuff is done with…

I am lurking tho fufu.

I’ll be posting what I’m doing on @vervain-art if you want a bit of a gander 🪿

#:: ooc #reblogging here too #bc i have so much imagined lore i am trying to keep #from spilling all over the place #but i must restrain #i dont want to spam xmaelstrom with it on discord too much #but at this rate i might have to #snow.. #ok i go now

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Wagnas' butterflies are the souls of those he assimilates after growing fond of them. Those he blesses become butterflies, and even those reluctant to their fates will eventually come around.

#:: headcanon #he loves all of them #and they all love him #and if they dont #they WILL.

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small question why does mun know how to kill skeletons.

I come from a long line of skeleton slayers because... someone has to do it.

You never know when skeletons will attack and they are very covert. Skeletons could be inside you, a dog, a bus driver, a dad... They could be anywhere. Anyone could be secretly a skeleton ready to pounce... You just don't know where they are or when they're going to strike. Be aware, but not alarmed.

#:: ooc #i write this all over my bio on everything #and so far you are the first person to question it #soleilmultitude

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#:: flit of butterflies :: aesthetic #this is the kind of man #who takes romanticised midnight walks #might you join him?

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i offer you a fnench man, a russian mobster equivalent, and a yakuza if you ever want! -nugget

yay mroe friends : 3

#haha i will always write wtih any of your muses #even my kuja if you want will write with them

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"If I died first, would you find a replacement?"

"And where, pray, would we find another mercenary as mighty?"

"If any of us were to perish first, I've my doubts it would be you." it would be Kzinssie.

#strongestleif #:: ic #dont think about these things dantarg #nobody is going to be dying #unless its kzinssie