J'majha the Sun Cat

Quan, in an elevated state: What dId tHOse rabBits PuT in ThIs CaRRot.

Taretha, also elevated: soisoisoisoisoisoisoisoisoisoi

Thancred: Should we call a doctor?!

Let's say, hypothetically, for the sake of argument...

SELL THEIR HOUSES TO WHO, BARGHEST???

• finding out that the super epic trailer solo fight in a super epic ancient temple against a supervillain two-headed mamool ja while everyone else was out there enjoying their vacation was actually the wol equivalent of having a piña colada on the beach

• because said two-headed mamool ja is actually an honest-to-gods hero and also the literal king and he invited you to a friendly duel because he's got the Mamool Ja zoomies and can tell you've got the wol zoomies as well (or. nyaswell. for our miqo'te and hrothgar wols)

• the whole thing acted as the somehow non-creepy equivalent of conservative dads wearing shirts that go like "whatever you do to my daughter i will do to you. act wisely"

• directly followed by a very earnest "what do you think of my daughter so far. shes a bit cringe right? but i believe in her" and "please protect and guide her well" speech combo

• which was interrupted by said daughter, very angry at both her dad and you for secretly fighting behind her back (peak teenager moment) in a way that suggested (especially considering the ongoing "dueling as a metaphor for sex") she was actually doing her utmost to not go

at the wol to their face

AND HOW COULD I FORGET

• learning like three weeks later that estinien not only did the same thing, at the king's behest, but that he was paid for his services (😏) and so generously at that that even estinien "it's only one hair tie, alphinaud. what could it possibly cost? 9,800 gil?" varlineau thought it was A Lot. while all we got was a parent-teacher conference post-sexually charged nonlethal duel

(it's not really that spoilery but i'm tagging it just in case)

She screws things with whatever thin enough or pointy object she can find because it works "gud nuff", one moment you have your butter knife ready to spread jam on your toast and then you blink and she's using it to screw hedge shears onto a mecha Evangelion x Jurassic Park collab with a rocket launcher gorilla glued on its back, slapping the thing on and claiming "that ain't going anywhere. It's as good as welding it".

She's textbook "trust me I'm an engineer" and her license got taken from her 3 times, no one knows how she got one to start with and who keeps granting it back.

Cid can't have this in his workshop, he can excuse Nero but he can't excuse a 5ft reptile that could very well make eorzea's first aethernuclear reactor out of a plant pot, a coffee machine and 3 marbles she found on the ground.

So she can't be near Cid's workshop, she's dangerously crafty, and there are regulations she doesn't care to abide with and if the workshop wants to stay and keep getting funded, regulations must be obeyed.

She just wanna make things go brrrrr and do the pew pew kaboom.

This is all shearing a sheep involves. That’s it. It may be a bit confusing or uncomfortable, but it’s no more inhumane than giving a dog a bath. Most wool-bearing animals do not shed their wool naturally anymore and must be sheared to avoid suffering an incredibly slow death.

the faint whispers of this post;

I sketched a pubby during drawing practice today