For a FFXIV cheesy romance novel cover event over on twit, pose is a riff on Moonlight Rebel.

I can't believe these were from september last year but i still like them a lot so im putting it here anyways

I swear, this game isn't even giving us crumbs anymore, this is a whole ass loaf of bread

No like literally why does Urianger know this. Why the hell would he memorize all those people. Urianger. I want to study you

triple triad showdown

Thanuri commission! ❤️❤️

the old men in love

Hey, Im okay

omg look at this absolute treasure i found at the used book store today 🤩💛💛💛

(created for the #FFXIVRomanceCoverChallenge)

More from my sticker design backlog‼️ eden fam summer road trip that came to me in a dream

I feel like Urianger is the kind of person who doesn't really think about food. Like, he gets so busy with his nose in his books that he'll look up at midnight and realize it's been a day and a half since last he ate something. Can't be bothered to cook for himself, so long as it's got easy to eat and doesn't have a despicable texture, he's content to stuff it in his mouth without really thinking beyond that. Archon bread, my beloved.

Thancred, though. I think he knows food. He can get by on rations and stale bread, because of course he can, but that's all the more reason why he Does Not Understand why Urianger wouldn't go out of his way to make actually good food for himself when he's got ample opportunity? Like, he's got a fully furnished (but probably poorly stocked) kitchen 20 yalms away and he can't even be bothered to make himself a sandwich. He just eats the bread and the meat separately and goes back to his books.

So when they're staying together, Thancred takes charge of the cooking. Urianger just finds when he looks up from his study that there's a plate of veggies laid next to him. The table is set with curry and rice, and the smell is enough to drag even him from his hyperfixation. He wakes to the smell of bacon and pancakes every morning.

And slowly, instead of being a boring necessity, food becomes something... more. A thing of love.

This is a common exchange in the Waters-Augurelt household

I think this might be some of my best work