Welcome To *ifadoc. An Independent, Private, Selective, And Fandomless Portrayal Of 𝑰𝒇𝒂 𝑫𝒆

"Nothing's ever made me regret my choice. Animals are a lot like kids... They're the future, and I'll always protect them."

It seems almost strange for Ifa to have a moment of repose. The trauma of the abyssal war still weighing down on The Tlalocan, the face of every injured saurians he's healed and lost still fresh in his mind. It feels wrong for the vet ( and fills his heart with guilt ) to sit at the edge of his clinic, feet dangling off the cliffside, and sharing the gorgeous sunset in the company of a friendly outlander. 

❝ Mondstadt?! Aw, dude, you're way far from home. ❞ Ifa stares into his cup of Xocoatl. He's brought one for Kaeya and a plate for cookies to share between them.  

❝ Land of freedom, right? Man, that's like the total opposite. Nation of war and competition here. What's it like, dude? Mondstadt? ❞

@ifadoc: you can stay here, if you don't want to go home. ( for kaeya; inbox call )

the warmth of natlan mixing with his own issues was making it hard for kaeya during his time in the nation of war. slumped outside of the vet's place, he looked up at him and sighed a bit as he shrugged a little bit.

"i don't want to be a burden, i know your nation's only just finished an abyssal war. i'm just a simple traveller here, but... it'll be a long walk back to mondstadt in this weather and time so.. i won't say no."

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

Nap time 🤍💤

@ccaptain is kaeya aware he’s been adopted by a flock of baby iktomisaurs 🤔🤔

Ifa’s voice line about Chasca is … short and makes me 🤔 because he states he cares about all his friends and he has a lot of things to say about them, and they in turn have a lot to say about Ifa, Chasca including, but all Ifa says about Chasca is two sentences about how her peacekeeping is helpful and that’s it.

I can think of two reasons why he seems so reluctant and 1) she has abyss connections and it’s not like he’s scared of her or thinks she’s a monster, but because Ifa’s parents died by abyssal infection and 2) I think he feels guilty about Chuychu’s passing and doesn’t want to impose or overwhelm Chasca.

Chuychu and Ifa were both doctors in the Flower-Feather Clan and his clinic’s sign use to say he deferred everyone who wasn’t a saurian to see her, but since she passed away, he changed his sign to say he’ll try his best to help both warriors and saurians alike, not to replace her, but to aide however he can.

( I also like to think he kinda had a crush on her but that’s my shipper googles and I think Chasca reminds him of her and it makes him sad 😞 )

woe shipping sheet be upon ye

do you ever think about how cacucu was an outlier among qucusaurus for his different appearance and was shunned, bullied, and pecked at, and do you think about also how ororon is 'the weirdo' of the masters of the night wind clan, shunned and abandoned, used in some ritual that didn't work and abandoned again like ... these are Ifa's friends, his bros, the shunned weirdos i just-

Sesame is proceeding to make biscuits on his leggy, purring softly as he claims his new spot even if he's ruining his pants.

❝ Sure, little dude. Get all comfy. ❞ Ifa chuckles as Sesame joins him.

He's in the middle of tuning his guitar and Ifa plays a a few chords, smiling at Sesame as the cat continues making biscuits on his leg. The weather is nice and warm, the breeze gentle and cool. The perfect spot for a little jam session in the shade of a tree. 

❝ ~ ♫ ❞ 

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brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching