#Soven

[skytsunrose]

First day of Sorokupolyshipweek2023 with sorokuven! Roxas feeling a bit down about the day, but Sora and Ven are always there to cheer him up (and eachother for that matter too) 💖

#kingdom hearts #sky's edits #roxas #sora #multishipper #kingdom hearts 3 #kingdom hearts 2 #shippers gonna ship #soroku #soven #venroku #Sorokupolyshipweek2023 #ventus

[gods-bizzarre-adventures]

separately posting the doodles im proudest of (made on aggie.io - bad quality)

#soven #lesbian #enby #nonbinary #diable #panromantic #genderfluid #demiromantic #jolly #boyflux #abroromantic #intersex #adam #cupioromantic #queerplatonic #greyromantic #polyamourous #seth #aroace #stargender #autism #pokemon #doodles #my art #mod valentino

[divine--tragedy]

As the pokemon-friendly versions of my characters got showered with love in the servers, I thought I'd share these here too!

These are alternative designs for people who struggle with more humanoid designs and prefer something closer to actual canonical pokemon, these are updated already past the current lore and the ones in my proper style will be posted after Act 5 is over! So once they're posted, please check those designs out as well for further detail :)

#Soven #Jolly #Diable #reference #ref #pokemon #darkrai #pokemon ask blog #pokeart #pokeask #drapion #gliscor #reshiram #calyrex

[quasieli]

[Image description: Four chibi icons of PCs from my D&D campaign set against transparent backgrounds. The icons are of Carver (he/him), Soura (he/they), Soven (he/him), and Juniper (she/her).

Carver is a gray warforged the streaks of lighter gray and black forming different geometric shapes across his face. He has one glowing red eye and in place of the other eye, he has a double loupe eyepiece. He is wearing a flat, wide brimmed black hat. He is looking towards the viewer, smiling. Soura is a brown-red kobold with off-white spikes around their yellow lizard eyes and a crest of gold horns that are mostly obscured by their wide brimmed green hat. He is looking towards the viewer with a slight smile.

Soven is a pale half-elf with shaggy brown hair, faint brown freckles on his cheeks, and a single green eye, the other eye covered by a wrapped bandage. He is looking towards the viewer with a sheepish smile on his face. Juniper is a pale halfling with wavy light brown hair and purple eyes. She is wearing a flower crown in rainbow colors. She is looking towards the viewer with a sweet smile on her face. End description.]

My beloved Azica buds! Continuing my task to draw the different party members of all the games I'm in, I present yall with these cool buds! I love them so 💙

@ofteasandherbs @caedogeist-rights @silver-lily-louise @wildernessdowntown

Chibi D&D Characters

Saube - Sparks - Leandre - EWF - EWF NPCs (Pt. 1) - FM - Azica

#Eli's Art #Azica Campaign #Carver #Soura #Soven #Juniper #💙💙💙 #also @ my party if anyone knows if Andrew has a tumblr lmk and I'll tag him

[sarahsartedits]

Decidedly posting some of My venso edit collection inspired by @ultyso 😇😇💗💗💓💓 I love venso so much 😍

A few Other venso shippers who also inspire my venso love 💕 @eradicatetehnormal @jun-valentine @skytsunrose @christinray

#ventus #kingdom hearts #data greeting #ventus kingdom hearts #ventus x sora #kh ventus #sora kingdom hearts #kh sora #sora x ventus #venso #soven

[bluest-planet]

The lack of KH mermaid aus is criminal, like, it basically writes itself.

#blue speaks #listen like #already read all the ones i liked or was interested in #usually im not one for aus unless its like. Canon divergence #im a modern/highschool/nopowers/coffeeshop/florist/soulmate hater alright #but MERMAID aus? idk man smth about em gets me #rarely but it does #anyways #very sad to see it not be poppin' #at least to my preference #im not the biggest soriku or sorikai person or roman in general #also very picky #no im not writing for this and thats a fact not a 'haha whoopse' bc its not smth im interested in writing tbh #id consider it after doing some other stuff or smth but no. im not adding it to the list and its not a priority #just wish id see that cute giant mer roxas and his fisherman bestie sora fanart in a fic lol id read that platonic or not #btw while i love the heart hotel as found siblings/family that doesn't mean im some kinda hater of any of those ships inside it #i like em all except vanitas and ven bc them being worsties is so funny to me i love it #some of the best kinda relationships are the ones that can fit any dynamic #again why i like queerplatonic heart hotel ftw #but soroku and soven and sovani and even sorxion (?) fans i see u and i hear u literally anything for heart hotel (romantic or not idc) #oh and i guess im not a fan of xion and roxas.... but that again my lack of intrest in a simple romance like that? idk to me they're friends #or siblings even #but cool if you like em #anyways pls send me some good mer fic recs if u got some thanks. or good heart hotel fics in gen. 👍 #good night

[softestaura]

Atelier Soven SS22 shot by Jules Moskovtchenko for Port Magazine

#atelier soven #ss22 #port magazine

[asktheisle]

(@divine--theatre) Soven jumped around Nat, looking at them up and down with a wide grin "And you must be one of the the organizers, ah? Golly, you really did a brilliant job 'round here - but I overheard you're stressed."

"What's wrong if the Magi don't come? Obviously, I'd like them to come around too, I even brought the water and berries... - but with all of this beautiful stuff prepared, if they didn't come it'd be their loss!"

I guess...it’s because we never did something like this until now? I don’t know how they’ll receive a party in the modern day, I’m sure it was different in the past. I never worried about tradition and adhering to it and all that, but at the same time I don’t want to screw it up either.

[Nat seems to visibly relax as they put more thought to it.]

I...think it’ll be alright, they’ll show.

(( @divine--theatre ))

#pokeask #pokeaskblog #pokeaskmagiretreat23 #divinie--theatre #ati #ati: nat #plot #i love drawing soven so much i swear

[deepspacedukat]

So I saw this thing awhile back I don’t know who posted it but it was a head canon that essentially said that Pre-reform Vulcans would cuddle and (or just) purr around their injured mate to help the other recover. It’s something modern day Vulcans can still do but they tend to suppress the urge.

Why can I see Soven doing that for Melody after ~~~~~~no~spoiler~Sorry~not~sorry~~~~~~ anyway that would be adorable 🥰

-Azora

OH. OH NEED. I NEED BIG MUCH. 🥺 Protective purring around an injured mate, I– 😭

This is so so so so so so so so so cute. I’m in a very soft mood and this is feeding my appetite, sorry not sorry.

OOOOOHHHH, I can SO see Soven doing that for Melody!!! 😭🥺 Precious bb’s omfg. I’m fucking melting over here. Imagine Mr. Logical Soven purring beside Melody while she’s in sickbay on a biobed under the influence of some painkillers. She’s totally zonked/loopy from them and she wakes up just enough to see Soven and realize that he’s purring and she just...drowsily pets his hair like a kitten. 🥺 I’m sorry, I just adore these two so much. 💖

#deepspacedukat asks #azorastarr #melody x soven

[skytsunrose]

So my friends and I on my KH discord server did a kh ship tier list together on VC, and here was the result XD it was really fun to do! 👀♥️

Also honorable mention not on list would be Venaqua being in best of the best, Ienzoku (Ienzo x riku) in we stan and kairi x ienzo in we stan/we support you XD (if I remember this correctly lmao)

@eradicatetehnormal @sarahsartedits

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 3 #multishipper #shippers gonna ship #kingdom hearts 2 #soroku #replinami #rokushi #terraqua #soven #kh #kh tier list

[divine--tragedy]

Happy Carnival holidays!

#pokemon #pokemon ask blog #pokeart #jolly #diable #soven #ooc #carnival #greece #italy #brazil #art #oc

[eradicatetehnormal]

Kinda wanna draw the middle one.

#venso #soven

[machiavellli]

Some spicy Theodore Nott headcanons˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Notes: this was like driving: I don't have a driver license. Seriously like, you absolutely hyped me up for writing this and now I feel like I need to go touch some grass and drink some holy water.

Btw we shouldn't feel ashamed, like the first people ever to write in a language that is more similar to ours, literally wrote about about two nun fuck1ng him 108 times (yes that's what he says) in a week bc they thought he was mute. Like women in the 700 were DYING bc of novels, bc they couldn't never have enough of it and the majority developed a masturbat1on add1ction. We can't be worse, that's just humanity at its core: we are h0rny creatures.

⚠️: The blue parts are from a poem, from the author Giacomo da Lentini and it's called "Meravigliosamente" (| put a translation at the end, because it's ancient Italian and you can't translate it with a normal translator). It's one of my favorites poems ever, it's one the best incarnation of what love feels like. Yeah now the poets are cursing at me from above.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+!!Breeding k1nk, p in v, ora1 f receiving, pregnant! reader description, nak3d people in general (idk what to put, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN ADVISED). English is not my first language, therefore you could find some mistakes, please report them to me!

With all being said: enjoy<3

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Theodore Nott, your Italian Slytherin guy:

Theo loves to love as we already established.

He loves to give, he would let his blood dry for you.

Therefore he likes to take care of his dear ones, especially you, il suo tesoro.

I also already told you about how he will think about your future together, how he would love to have a proper family with you.

He just wants to have what his family wasn't capable of giving him.

So when the seventh year it's over, it also means that his only obstacle, the one that used to keep him away from his dream, is also over.

Something changes inside of him, un istinto primario prende il sopravvento. He knows that now it is actually possible.

«Meravigliosamente

un amor mi distringe

e soven ad ogn'ora.»

Maybe the first few months it wouldn't be so evident, he would probably keep it for himself.

He wouldn't like to put pressure on you, he couldn't.

But every time you get intimate, tutte le volte che fate l'amore, he can't help but think what it will feel like letting himself go completely.

Letting it happen.

Letting himself have a proper release.

Letting himself paint your inside white.

His warm finding the embrace of your core.

Planting a life, creating it with il suo tesoro, la sua diletta.

That's the ultimate dream e cazzo quanto lo vorrebbe.

«Com'omo che ten mente

in altro exemplo pinge

la simile pintura,

cosi, bella, facc'eo,

che’nfra lo core meo

porto la tua figura.»

But for now he still has to curse within himself, "cazzo, cazzo, cazzo.", imprisoning that release, that dream.

Simply wishing he could stay inside, saving every drop for you.

It's so hard for him to distract himself from the heavy daydreaming.

His mind as pregnant with thoughts as he wish you were.

You would just look so gorgeous round with his child.

And he would easily do everything under the sight of your new silhouette.

(As he wasn't already totally lost in this love, this passion per la sua bella)

This particular scene keeps repeating in his cursed mind:

You, full and completely bare before him sitting on your shared bed, nonchalantly putting cream on every inch of your skin after a shower.

He might be at the doorstep looking from afar or already on the bed

But it always ends with him interrupting you, taking your hands with devotion, already giving you passions with just his eyes, just for him to say: "dimmi quello che desideri e sarà tuo"

And he would literally do anything.

«Al cor m'ard'una doglia,

com'om che te lo foco

a lo suo seno ascoso,

e quanto più lo'nvoglia,

tanto arde più loco

e non po star incluso»

He would let you exploit his tongue in favor of your pleasure, savoring every drop coming from down there.

Growling just at your moist sight

And he would taste you like a starved man.

Over and over again.

On the bed,

On the Couch,

At the dinner table.

Sempre e ovunque.

Holding you still with one of his firm hands on your now round stomach.

Non è mai stato così facile inginocchiarsi e predicare da quando la sua religione, la sua donna angelo, sei diventata tu.

You look like a miracle to him.

And he would absolutely get lost in this strong trance filled with amore, passione e lussuria.

He would delicately lay your figure on the bed, like the most precious Greek statue of a goddess.

But the softness of your skin will make him realize that you are not a vision, but his blessed reality.

Your fullness getting in the way would quickly become the most delicious sight ever in his eyes.

His dead stare penetrating your soul along with his physical body.

He would tell you that his eyes look gone because he is convinced to be already dead and already in Paradise.

So lost in the haze, so convinced of the woman under him to be an angel.

And now, he is making her la madre dei suoi figli, sua moglie, la sua fiamma, da qui all'eternità.

Your legs, now afar from each other, looking like the most rare prophecy.

The softness of your skin feeling like the salvation from every sin.

Your swollen breast moving along his movements in you, rhythmically, like a fine melody.

And if by chance a single tear of your product falls from them, his eyes would shine like the sun during August.

He won't esitate to collect it with his mouth, tasting yet another one of your miracles. He wouldn't hold back the raw attitude taking over his mind, he simply couldn't.

«Assai v'aggio laudato,

madonna, in tutte parti

di bellezze ch'avete.»

When you two got together he thought he couldn't love you more, the same on your wedding day, but now he would simply let this love tear him apart he would still and always pray in your name.

In the morning he would wake you up gently, caressing you cheeks, watching as the eyes that caught his soul slowly open.

He would prepare breakfast for you, taking it directly in bed.

And every day will only be about you and you only.

Need a bath? Already prepped and warm amore.

You have swollen feet? A massage from him is mandatory.

Need to put the nursery together? Consider it done.

And don't get me started on the amount of stuff that he would buy for your unborn child.

He just wants to make sure everything will be ready for the big day.

But that's just a dream, playing tricks with his mind.

«Canzonetta novella,

va canta nova cosa;

lèvati da maitino

davanti a la più bella,

fiore d'ogn'amorosa,

bionda più ch'auro fino»

"Theo, darling, are you still here?" you ask him after two solid minutes of him staring at you, to the point that you were starting to feel suffocated by his gaze.

His pupils blown, and as his breathing increase, he finally snaps back from daydreaming.

But now, now it's been months of this agony, della sua mente completamente offuscata dal desiderio.

He just can't help himself anymore, he is a direct and honest person, he can't continue to keep this away from you.

And with the most serious expression known to mankind and his eyes firmly buried into yours, he doesn't hesitate anymore:
"Facciamo un figlio amore, facciamolo adesso, non ne posso più d'aspettare, non posso più nemmeno aspettare che er mondo faccia n'altro giro" he would tell you in one breath.

You kiss him delicately, "Allora non esitare, non aspettare che la luna fugga Mr.Nott"

"Ai suoi ordini Signora Nott"

"Ti amo tantissimo" the last thing he would tell you before finally letting himself completely go, completamente perso in questo amore, si che possa ammirare te, te sospirare e te amare, te soltanto.

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Okay so here's the translation of the poem, the canzonetta, which as I said it's called "Meravigliosamente", in English “Wonderfully":

My ask box is open!✨🥂

<- part II

-> part III?

#theodore nott headcanons #my headcanons #my gif #Theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #Slytherin #Harry Potter fandom #theo nott x reader #Theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #breeding k1nk #theodore nott smut #theodore nott scenarios #preggo kink #Theodore nott x pregnant!reader #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #harry potter headcanon #fem reader #slytherin friend group #smut #italian literature #poetry #slytherin boys x you #theodore nott #pregnancy k1nk #Theodore nott aesthetic #new Roman Empire unlocked #dark academia

[distantvoices]

Sokhna Cisse by Matias Alfonzo for SOVEN SS23

[kedreeva]

12 for the OC who'd wield the most interesting answer?

#12: Has your character committed any crimes (per their universe's laws)? If not, which crime would your character most likely commit?

Oh absolutely hands down Davis.

He didn't set out to commit crime. He's a formless shifter who purchased and terraformed a planet to Earthlike specifications (at least WRT atmosphere and habitability w/o modification) and collected all the willing human specimens he could find across the universe, bringing them to this crafted world to resettle eons after Earth was destroyed and humanity fled to the stars.

His intention was to gift this planet to them and leave, but before he left, he brought them an animal from his world that resembled the dragons of their lore (after asking if they would like that). He used bio-nanotechnology to give the first pair (the Scovens) sapience and control over the others as needed. This pair was otherwise unmodified from the original species, but Davis also modified the genome to create their species, but smaller- draft horse sized or so, to be companions for the humans. Help them in return for being cared for.

Unfortunately, Davis fucked up bigtime, and the tech he used for the Sovens retained its directive to assemble in their minds the same way as the Scovens, despite being in smaller heads. The technology gifted and then slowly destroyed the sapience of the chaskra, turning them from loving companions into brutal killing machines that would eventually stop eating and only follow their one remaining objective- seek humans.

Thankfully Davis hadn't managed to collect ALL of the humans in the universe, but the decimation of an entire species and the dangerous modification of another got Davis exiled to the planet he wrecked.

#Davis #korvhan #my writing #asks #askbox games #Davis is a terrible person #not in like an evil way #but he was so fucking arrogant

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #24: Sovenance

Prompt: refraction (free write!) || Master Post || On AO3

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A wiggle here, a wiggle there, and pop!

Roksana tumbled to the ground with a whee! and Amandina followed a heartbeat later, landing lightly on her feet. Roksana got to her feet, giving herself a good shake, and the pair of carbunclets looked around.

…I think we took a wrong turn at the gemology lab, Amandina whispered, ears pinning back against her head.

Roksana cheeped agreement.

Above them, singing in chorus, were the enormous aether batteries that powered all the wards and protections in the Arcanists’ Guild. The laboratories, the libraries, the classrooms, even the special holding cells for dangerous cargo. Sunk into the last of the subbasements, deep beneath the floor of Galadion Bay, only seven people in the whole of the Guild had the access necessary to even reach this level.

Mommy was one of them, and she did not bring them or their siblings with her. Ever.

The twins pressed up against one another, staring with wide eyes. The aether here was thick and cloying, the giant clusters set into the batteries so potent that the wrong gesture could probably cause a spell to cast. Roksana’s nose twitched under the assault, and she sneezed.

Amandina headbutted her, and then slowly crawled forward on her belly, ears twitching and tails lashing. I dunno how to find our way out, she whispered. It’s hard to sense directions in here. My array feels…weird.

Itchy?

Yeah.

Me, too.

Roksana wriggled her way after her sister, craning her neck back to stare at the battery. The aethersong was loud, too, which was making it hard to think. She pawed at her ear, unsettled. The aethersong didn’t sound right, either.

I think one of the water crystals is broken, she chirped.

Amandina wrinkled her nose. Ew.

Yeah.

The two stared up at the battery together for a while longer, and then Amandina shuffled away to poke her nose into the far corners. Probably trying to find a spot where they could wiggle through the wards and into voidspace and back up to Mommy’s office, despite how sleepy and confused the aether was making them; Amandina was very good at finding spots like that. Too bad the spot they had come through was too high up on the wall, close to the ceiling, for them to reach.

Roksana’s attention, however, was still held by the aether battery. Maybe the water cluster wasn’t broken, but it wasn’t right, either. She sneezed again.

She ilmed a little closer, peering up at the battery. Maybe the cluster had a crack? Maybe it hadn’t been set properly?

She sat up on her hindlegs, nose twitching and ears flicking, and carefully reached up her paw. Maybe—

The pad of her paw brushed ever so gently against the metal of the battery casing.

[THE WATER IS POISON THE WATER IS POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED THE WATER IS POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED AND THEY WILL KEEP CHANGING EVER AND ON THE WATER IS POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED AND THEY WILL KEEP CHANGING EVER AND ON AND— THERE IS FIRE. THE WATER IS POISON AND THE WATER IS GONE IT IS FLASH-BOILED IN AN INSTANT LEAVING THE BEDS BARED AND DEAD AND DYING AND THERE IS NO WHERE FOR THE RIVER TO GO BECAUSE THE RIVER IS GONE AND SO IS THE OCEAN THEIR SIBLING IS NO LONGER WATER. THEIR SIBLING IS LEVIN. THE WATER RETURNS AND IT ROARS FROM UPSTREAM AND FROM THE SEA AND IT RUSHES INTO THE EMPTY WITH RAGE AND GRIEF AND HORROR AND IT IS TOO LATE FOR EVERYTHING IS DEAD EXCEPT THEM THE WATER IS POISON BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT POISON THE WATER IS POISON BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED THE WATER IS POISON BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT POISON AND THEY HAVE CHANGED AND THEY WILL KEEP CHANGING EVER AND ON—]

Roksana was wrenched back into awareness, peeping at the top of her lungs and trying to curl into a ball to hide amongst her tails and cover her eyes with her paws, but she couldn’t, because she was currently dangling from Big Sister’s mouth as Big Sister leaped from the ground of the thirteenth basement and through the hole in the wards.

[Careless! Thoughtless! Always having to know even if it means trouble! This is why you are not supposed to wander!] Big Sister was furious, her harmonic no longer the familiar windchime but a howling gale, but for all her rage, she was the eye of the storm, cold and still and relentless.

Big Sister crawled through the spaces of reality, growling low in her throat and slapping aside wards with a paw or smacking away a clinging bit of magic with her tails, forcibly shortening the path between A and B in ways that made spoken gibber uselessly. They crawled for a heartbeat. They crawled for a myriad.

Then Big Sister was stepping into realspace, into Mommy’s office, hopping down from empty air with a commanding warble. Big Brother jerked awake, rolling off the couch, and scrambled over to join them at Roksana and Amandina’s basket.

What happened? he said.

Stupid baby sisters went wandering and touched things they shouldn’t, Big Sister grumbled, her harmonic back to normal. She dropped Roksana next to Big Brother, then turned and hunkered down, wind aether gathering along her haunches. Keep an eye on her, I need to get Amandina.

She leaped, and vanished back into the space between.

Fire and water normally didn’t mix well, but Big Brother had always tolerated her squishing into him because he was warm and it felt gooood, even if grumbled. He didn’t grumble today, though, as Big Brother loafed immediately in her basket and Roksana pressed her face into his side, peeping pathetically and shaking all over. Big Brother wasn’t good at comforting, not like Biggest Brother was, but he started purring immediately.

Roksana couldn’t remember why she was so scared, but she was, and Big Brother was helping, and that was what was most important.

Big Sister re-appeared in a flash of displaced aether, Mommy’s wards rippling, with Amandina hanging docile and contrite by her scruff from Big Sister’s mouth. Big Sister stalked over, deposited Amandina next to Roksana (Amandina immediately cuddled up to her, purring her tiny, squeaky purr), and then promptly loafed on top of them both, starting up a ferocious purr like storm shutters rattling in the wind.

Roksana was starting to feel much better. Big Sister and Big Brother would always keep her safe, and their aether was almost as comforting as Mommy’s or Papa’s.

Mama is going to be upset, Big Sister said primly.

Roksana felt bad again. Please don’t tell! I’m sorry!

Baby sister, if you don’t think Mama isn’t running full speed up the tower right now, you are sorely mistaken, Big Brother drawled.

The aetheric resonance was so strong we felt it through our foci, Big Sister said. Mama wears all our foci on her wrist, she knows something happened to you, and you [will not lie, am I understood?]

Roksana whined wordlessly, but slumped beneath her siblings. Okay… Thank you for saving me, Big Sister.

No thanks necessary, you little troublemaker. Big Sister’s harmonic was at least affectionate beneath the annoyance.

…How did you find us? Amandina chittered.

I followed my nose.

That made sense. Big Sister had the bestest nose in the whole of Mealvaan’s Gate. She could sniff out anything, anywhere.

How did you voidwalk?

I’m Eldest, Big Sister said, as if that explained everything. Which it did.

That was when Mommy burst into the office, chest heaving and breath a wheeze as she stumbled over, Bigger Brother right at her heels. “What happened?” she croaked, gently pushing Big Sister aside to scoop up Roksana and Amandina.

Mommy was scared, which meant she was mad, but even when mad, Mommy cuddles were the best. Roksana promptly burrowed into Mommy’s neck to hide as Amandina crawled up to perch on the opposite shoulder.

We went wandering, Amandina said quietly. And we took a wrong turn, and we ended up in the aether battery room.

I touched it, Roksana admitted. There’s a bad water crystal in it.

“Just touching something with a crystal component out of alignment shouldn’t have caused a reaction like that, my dears,” Mommy said, gently stroking her back and tails. “Can you remember what happened?”

No. I think it was scary, though. Still kinda scared.

Aetheric resonance, Big Sister said, harmonic grim. I think one of the clusters is from the Yafaemi Estuary.

Roksana didn’t know what that meant, but Mommy did, because she said a bad word in Abanian. She didn’t feel like asking what aetheric resonance was right now. Maybe later.

Mommy was upset, and she and Amandina were definitely grounded, but Roksana was warm, and safe, and home, snuggled up with her Mommy and the comforting sound and smell of her aether. Everything would be okay, even if it meant no cake for a sennight.

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#ffxivwrite2023 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #synnove's carbuncles #oc: synnove greywolfe #dt's writing #*puts on helmet* #*crawls into a bunker* #i know how people feel about the baby 'buncles and i am preparing for a storm #THEY'RE FINE OKAY THEY JUST DID A DUMB TODDLER THING #also hey guess what synnove isn't the only one in the family with carteneau trauma! though she's the only one who can remember it! :D #*ducks back into bunker*