#ffxiv kemakka

[dirty-ffxiv-confessions]

Confession: Who gives a shit about G'raha when X'rhun and Kemakka exist? Meow. I'll be their little sex kitten no questions asked

[fourteentheart]

I was just thinking of X'rhun and Kemakka because they are face 2 miqos then the wheels started turning... Listen, all I know is I did not consider this until yesterday.

Someone, Somewhere in Shaaloani X'rhun: There are so many of you now... X'rhun: Hardly fair. You've even knocked off my hat. BANG! BANG! BANG! Kemakka: Well, I'll be damned. It's not often we get a fancy red mage passin' through. X'rhun: Your bullets were a little too close for comfort. Kemakka: Then I guess yer lucky I'm still a good shot. Kemakka: Just focus on yer castin' and I'll keep 'em at bay. Both of them, thinking: Like old times.

[talion-graves]

It's the little moments that matter

This was adorable to pose but remind me to never work with 10 actors in a gpose again LOL

[morganali-art]

FFXIV October - Day 3 Wild West

Me: *rocks up in Shaaloani* Kemakka: howdy 🤠 Me: s-s-sir??? 👀💦💦💦

[yzeltia]

MiqoMarch Day 21 Favourite Character

[aoife-asturmaux]

paid a visit to Kemakka! hope we get to see more of him in the future hehe

[zabkazee]

Haw to the Yee, Kemakka 🌵🤠🏜️

[14kuponuts]

When I first saw Kemakka I was like “WELL HELLO. WHO ARE YOU??~😘” he’s got such a small role but it’s big in my mind. Also i appreciate his showing of thighs on his design. Thank you

[crystalmarred]

— OPEN STARTER ;;

"Y'all fought a what?"

Kemakka's tone was incredulous. To think they'd come back to Shaaloani to do one thing and ended up spoutin' off about some beast they'd slain.

"I ain't ever heard about somethin' like that," he said, a tilt of his head as he responded against before they could properly repeat or reiterate what in the hells they'd had to kill. Ain't nobody on this side of the star that wanted to hear them say it again. "Put a few rounds in it after, right? Gotta make sure it ain't gettin' back up."

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #1: The Constants of Adventure

Prompt: steer || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Mild spoilers for Dawntrail up to the beginning of zone four.

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There were three constants no matter the adventure Dancing Heron and her sisters went on: Alakhai would enable any ridiculousness with a straight face, Rereha would find at least four individuals of whatever genders to “rock her world,” and Synnove would make friends with any and all creatures of a particular tonnage and/or threatening mien. Heron said as much to Erenville.

“We’ve been in Shaaloani for only a few bells,” Erenville sighed, with all the weariness of an Ul’dahn chaperone, “and I believe they’re about to set a record for all of those.”

Heron fought down a laugh, amusement warming her bones better than the bright sun above. “And how do you know they didn’t pull that off upon arriving in Tuliyollal?”

“Despite the fact that every other word that leaves her mouth is an innuendo, Rereha actually does possess a sense of propriety,” Erenville said. “Only when it would reflect on someone else, of course. And Synnove was not introduced to the alpacas properly until…what was it, your second day in the city?”

“Third,” Heron said with a grin.

“And here we are,” Erenville said, his voice approaching the flat tone that Heron was beginning to recognize as his version of exasperated fondness (that he would deny), “Rereha has already wandered off to seduce Chief Kemakka, and Synnove has discovered rroneek.”

While the waystation at the trailhead to Tuliyollal had been empty of the rroneek trained for riding, the paddock in Hhusatahwi was currently host to a handful of the town’s rroneek, mostly used for hauling heavy loads of goods between the Shaaloani settlements. Synnove had drifted over, perching on the paddock fence to watch the creatures with the wide-eyed wonder of a little girl and directing polite questions to the handlers when they weren’t busy. Then one of the younger rroneek had noticed the newcomer and wandered over to investigate, and.

Well.

Now Synnove had the whole small herd clustered around her, the rroneek all lowing happily as Heron’s sister did her best to divide her attention amongst them and give them equal pets, to the awed bafflement of the handlers. Even the herd matriarch—“The toughest, orneriest cow south o’ Yyasulani.”—had deigned to leave the sole shaded spot in the paddock, shove the youngsters out of her way, and bask in the affection. Heron, leaning against the fence of the nearby nopales garden, couldn’t even see her sister anymore past the bulk of the rroneek, though her cooing was clearly audible.

“Awww, such a sweet thing you are, yes! Ooooh, that’s an itchy spot for you, yes it is.”

The herd matriarch was visibly leaning into the presumed scratching—somewhere on her head or face, most likely—with her tail swishing happily.

“They’re not any worse than La Noscean buffalo,” Heron said.

Erenville sighed heavily and leaned against the fence next to her. “We’ll need to keep her away from western Yawtanane.”

Heron glanced at him, eyebrow raised, and raised a hand to make a go on motion.

“That area is home to a number of species of scalekin. Including the lunyucaua’pya—creatures very similar in appearance and behavior to the Isle of Val’s tyrannosaurs.” Erenville gave Heron a flat, pointed look.

The story of their adventure on the displaced island home of the Students of Baldesion had been shared over the course of a few nights’ camping in Kozama’uka during the Rite of Reeds, told with relish and only a little embellishment by Rereha, with input about relevant details from Krile. Lamaty’i had been enthralled with the whole tale, but Erenville had been most interested in hearing how the wildlife had adapted, with those questions fielded by Synnove and Krile. Even with that relatively fresh in her memory, it took Heron a few moments to recall tyrannosaurs from the myriad kinds of feral beasts that inhabited the Isle of Val.

She cringed when she did.

“About the same size, just as aggressive, and with just as many teeth,” Erenville drawled.

“That’s not going to stop her if one decides to make friends,” Heron muttered. In all of her years of knowing Synnove, no creature her little sister charmed had ever hurt her or anyone else nearby, but that didn’t mean that instinct would never overcome Synnove’s empathetic thrall.

They weren’t necessarily any less dangerous just because their teeth weren’t sharp, but Heron much preferred creatures like the rroneek.

The air, ever so subtly, shifted.

“Good thing I bought some extra meaty provisions,” Alakhai said. “They’ll make good snacks for the beasties.”

Erenville went completely rigid, a growl pooling low in his throat, and he jerked his head around to glare at Alakhai. The Xaela was perched on the balls of her feet on the fence between him and Heron, radiating smug satisfaction. Heron rolled her eyes and said a prayer to any gods listening that her sister hadn’t reached out to condescendingly pat Erenville on the head as she occasionally did to people on whom she successfully snuck up. Erenville would likely have bitten her.

“I did need to set a record for enabling ridiculousness,” Alakhai said, straight-faced save for the mischief in her eyes.

Heron couldn’t help the snorting laugh that escaped her, even as Erenville’s glare intensified.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

desertwalkers--harbinger

(Prior to FFXIV 2024 Prompt #28: Deleterious)

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"Fruit thief." At his brother's declaration, Augustine sighed. His head dropped down, and he sighed.

"Mat, are you sure you want to call a herald of the gods a fruit thief?"

"It is a fruit thief, it stole part of my lunch!" Mathye glowered at Sebastian, who was snickering. Augustine sighed again.

"Why you are still a priest is beyond me." He murmured, taking up hammer and nail once more. Quezty, the little bird that had adopted Riven was seemingly here to stay, and Augustine had wanted to surprise Riven with some perches for her new friend. Maybe a birdhouse too, if he could find out where it lurked around town.

"Maybe we can ask the Hhetsaro tribe about more specific food that species eats when they come back this way." Sebastian offered.

"That's if they do come by. The water situation's still not good." Mathye warned. "As it stands, the town'll be lucky to have enough to get through the next couple months."

"If nobody does any dumb shit, we should be alright." Augustine adjusted a piece of wood. "Same for food--it'll be tight, but fine. Kemakka's going to assign extra patrols on the town stores."

"Is he sure nobody's going to be trying to double-dip?" Sebastian asked.

"He was pretty graphic about what would happen if someone filched from the stores. Helped more that Chai-Nuzz okayed his request--anyone stealing is getting thrown out of town."

"Will we have enough to help anyone who comes in?" Mathye wondered.

"General store's stockpiling what they can, and I know the Saltlick and Cat's Eye are doing the same. Wouldn't be surprised if a few wives and husbands are piling up what extra flour they can get their hands on too." Augustine rocked back on his heels, checking over his work.

"I bought a few extra sacks." Sebastian admitted. "Was thinking about getting some more while the price was still good and I know I can keep them dry and pest-free." A flash of bright green and red fluttered into the room. With a chirrup, Quezty settled on the perch Augustine had just finished.

"Fruit thief."

"Mathye." Augustine facepalmed. Quezty seemed to fluff up into even more of an adorable ball of feathers.

"If you want fruit for the winter, I'd better get started on drying some out. Maybe trade for some jams and preservatives." Sebastian was certain one of the girls at the Saltlick was a deft hand at making such things, maybe he could place an order.

"Actually thinking about it, some jams and a few other sweet things wouldn't be remiss in some sort of care package." Augustine moved to clean up his workspace.

"For who?" Mathye asked.

"Kemakka wants to start checking up on those living out by the old mines nearby and the mountain passes. Let them know about what's going on and tell them they're welcome to winter in Stonewood."

"That's not gonna get any of them to budge." Mathye moved to set up a little water station on the perch for Quezty. "It's kind of him, but they're not going to take him up on it."

[fourteentheart]

7.0 Spoilers / Dawntrail Spoilers

I finished MSQ recently and wanted to celebrate with some doodles of (older lol) characters that caught my eye. And also my WoL!

[talion-graves]

A nice day in the sun.☀️🐦‍⬛

[talion-graves]

I just love posing Tal and Kemakka invading each other's space 😌

[talion-graves]

Attention hungry 😌

[talion-graves]

We all need someone in our lives who looks at us like how Kemakka is looking at Tal.