Tuliyollal I love you forever

1 – Seymour's Chest Tattoo

Ever wondered what's on Seymour Guado's chest?

According to the Final Fantasy X Ultimania Omega Guide, it's a combination of chest hair and a tattoo.

Read more official Seymour details on Restless:

Clouds will gather in your weary mind When the rain comes will you run? will you hide?

From within us the thunder and lightning are born Will you conquer the storm inside?

Sip You through my front teeth (Held too close)

"Milord, are you sure you don't simply want to return home?" Handeloup asked. "Your paperwork will be there for you on the morrow."

"As a treat for my future self, I'd like to tidy up ere I leave. You go on and get your rest," Aymeric said.

"Ser." With a salute, his captain left.

And with that, Aymeric shut the door to his office. The last stray Blasphemies from the Final Days had been finally felled, and peace was truly returning to Ishgard. Well, peace as far as him not having to send out soldiers to fight for a cause. That transition in itself that was still unfolding. Lucia had reported that there had been a Voidsent incursion in Garlemald, and the brave knights that had remained there had proved invaluable in that fight. At some point he would have to call those men home, or offer an honorable way for them to stay if it suited them.

That was a problem for the morrow, or some other day's morrow. Tonight Aymeric was simply sorting a few papers into their proper places before returning home. He frowned at his desk, seeing an oddly high stack of papers. Surely he had not let things get so out of hand...

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized twas simply a stack on top of a cup of some sort. Twas crescent shaped, and full of some substance. He realized it must be a candle when he saw a wick at the top of it. Underneath it was an envelope with familiar handwriting. He found his letter opener quickly and fell into his chair.

Humble had been diligently studying the duties of a romantic suitor for some time, although now G'raha had made it apparent that he not only reciprocated Humble's feelings, but was actually prepared to act upon them as well, the giant warrior was even less sure of the proper course of action.

His research had provided a few examples of the sort of thing a dashing gentleman might do in order to demonstrate their ardor. However some of them Humble felt he probably ought to give a miss.

For example, serenading G'raha with a beautiful song sounded nice in theory, but Humble was fully aware that he had not been blessed with the kind of singing voice that others would wish to be exposed to, at least not at close range.

Equally, he remembered that Momodi had once told him that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach - although she had needed to clarify that this was actually relationship advice, rather than guidance on efficient assassination techniques. However, he was fairly sure that romantic meals involved things like oysters and complicated chocolate desserts in which rose petals were prominently featured, not so much smoked raptor or grilled loaghtan haunches.

The only thing left to him, he decided, was to attempt to pen a romantic poem. He'd read, or at least attempted to read, plenty of those and he felt he had a vague sense of what was required. You needed to say nice things about the person and, ideally, compare bits of them to other things, like flowers or clouds. He liked the ones that rhymed the most, so he also thought he ought to give that a go, although it seemed quite difficult.

However he was also conscious that he was not a very confident writer and that his spelling was, at best, inexact, so he might need to get it proofread by Krile or something - if he could get over his embarrassment enough to share it.

A Pome For Graha (by Humble).

I likes your hair it is red

It be mostly on your head

And I likes your pretty eyes

And that you be nice and wise

I likes your ears I likes your tail

Your skin is nice and soft and pail

I think your head is very smart

But even more I likes your heart

The End.

"Why concern yourself with me?"

Febhyurary 19 - Memory

Viola starts out extremely suspicious of Prospero Daedalus, even though he genuinely wants to help her. Which- having much experience with his own disorienting visions across time and space- he is qualified to do!

As Ares's memories bleed begin into her own, Viola starts to lose track of simple things- like what she did the day before. And that freaks her out a lot because her memory used to be uncommonly good. She eventually accepts Daedalus's help because she's really scared. And Ces- who she fully trusts- can vouch for him.

“Whatever she did to win Lord Amon’s favor she had best keep it up. She’d not last a week without his protection. Far too soft, I say.” “Seems to me you have rather a lot to say on the matter. Doubtless you’d have far less to say were Lord Amon here himself.” “Her elevation was rather sudden, was it not? Well, I can guess what his lordship sees in her-” “Mind your tongue!”

Febhyurary 26 - Soft

In which Viola has to step out of the court function early, and the gossips are less than kind about her mysterious condition.

She wants adoration- of fans, of lovers- to have other people tell her that she's special, beautiful, desirable, worthy. She is sick with wanting.

It makes her easy to manipulate. She is observant and clever- but the pit of desire within her makes anyone who gives her exactly what she wants (or what she thinks she wants) a massive blind spot. And combined with her utter lack of self-awareness, she can be callous at times. (turning a blind eye to mistreatment of Ces. Complete disregard for the war on Meracydia)

Alright i’m making my own post. Ive been made aware of this picture from official merch (2017 calendar) and it is very cute yes. Moenbryda and urianger having a cuddle. Krile giving matoya a present. Louisoix giving the young twins their gifts.

But thinking of the twins, there’s one Odd Thing about their portrayal here.

Their hair ribbons are both red.