#usagi-mitsu

you absolutely may! Ty for the asks! :D I got a bit weepy and emotional over these, so they’re under the cut, but TL;DR they’re soft goobers and I love them and I’m so glad you do, too ;A;

Why Aren’t We Interacting? @usagi-mitsu

At present, no actually! None of the FFXIV girls have any tattoos. It’s not something I often think about; I can probably count on one hand the characters I’ve had with tattoos at all, actually, in all my years of gaming. I really dunno why; it’s just not a character design go-to for me most of the time. Often, tattoos happen as a result of in game RP, like some silliness for my WoW Paladin, or a useful magic boost for a D&D cleric. Maybe someday one or more of the FFXIV girls will get one because of story reasons.

The one I did play where it was a big thing was a Varisian Bard named Melusina Ortha in a long-running Pathfinder game, where we went through the entire Rise of the Runelords adventure path, with some added adventures thrown in to get us all the way to level 20 when we faced the final main villain (who was also boosted up). Being Varisian (humans with a culture similar to Romani and other such groups), tattoos had various cultural significance as well as at higher levels, magical properties. She started the game with rainbow feathers on both of her upper arms, and over time gained more; butterflies going up her right hip/side (as a follower of the goddess Desna, that was significant), and a crescent moon on her left collarbone. All of her tattoos had various basic magic properties eventually, such as boosts to stats and resistances to some things.

I like blackout-beginnings, even if they won’t work for my in this case :D Also, props to you for taking on the role of DM without ever having played before :o I’m glad it worked out well! 

“I really appreciate you doing this for me you know.”

Despite the clear sincerity in your voice, the former prince only gives another dramatic eye roll as you hold out his tailcoat for him to slide into. “Pray tell me again why we must attend this infernal ball?” he asks, sliding his first arm into the sleeve.

“I already told you,”

“I’m aware. I merely enjoy the sound of your voice.”

Reddening in the face you give him a playful smack. “Flirting will not get you out of this.” you chide, moving to help him get the other sleeve on.

“Perhaps not. But you cannot fault me for trying.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as the other arm slides through, the coat fitting as snugly as possible. He looks rather dashing in formal wear you think, your appreciative gaze not escaping his notice. “Like what you see?” he taunts, dodging your hand this time.

“I do.” you admit, moving to the nearby dresser to grab a hair tie. “Now come down here so that I may braid your hair.” Obediently, he acquiesces, kneeling on one knee. “Not putting up a fight?” you ask, hands running through his silken locks.

“It is a pointless battle.” he replies, eyes closed as your fingers massage his scalp. 

“It’s for your own good. A show of good will. To show you genuinely,” 

“If leaving my homeland and showing savages mercy anytime I leave this cottage is not proof enough about how genuine I am…” he trails off,  watching as your swoop his hair across his shoulder and begin to braid.

“I know that you love me,” you pause to give him a peck on the cheek, “but others remain unconvinced.” Finishing the braid, you tie it off, smiling at your handiwork. “I assume that a prince such as yourself knows how to dance?”

Standing back to his full height, he throws you a bored look. “You know that there is no dance such as battle. Or in the bed,” 

:3c

“He had not realized how heavily he had leaned against Serella until she pulled away from their kiss. His forehead gracelessly clacked against hers, and even through the affectionate stupor and his heavy panting, he tried to form an apology. she only laughed and pecked the hint of a stupefied smirk at the corner of his mouth. He felt his ears burn for the blunder, even as he smiled and leaned backwards against the desk. Fearful that such warm, close contact would end for the movement, he tugged her over with him.

“I owe you an apology,” Serella spoke up at last, hands resting on either side of him on his desk, gently pinning him in place.

“I have wondered how that beard would feel…” Serella tapped her chin in thought. 

“Well, I’d smash ‘im.” Uthengentle said around a judicious gulp of stout. “Let him take me apart, put me back together, and make me purr like a magitek engine~”