Hands Cacucu A Machine Gun

do you think the reason why Cacucu is bonding with Wrio because Wrio looks like Ifa (they quite literally have the same face/eye design that resting bish face )

sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. not that complex

a reminder that ifa wear chaps and if it weren’t for his long white coat we could see how those chaps lift his ass so instead here’s Arthur Morgan who can help with our imaginations

Sesame is busy making biscuits on Cacucu

“Oh dear! Oh dear!” Cacucu is shaking like a leaf. This is it, this is how he goes. Wait for him ancestors in the Night Kingdom. What will he tell them? Eaten by the chubbiest cat? 

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 😞 )

u survive literally every single event in your life & still every time a new event happens you feel like this is the event that will kill you and that you will never move on from but actually you will continue to survive like you always have bc u have a 100% win rate of surviving events. btw

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."

"Alright, little dudes, gather round — time for a tune."

8. What features does your muse share with their parents? Have they inherited anything prominent or notable, like hair colour?

Details of a Muse

Ifa prominently looks like his father (even resembling his ancestor; the vet family genes strong i.e the albino hair, the height, and teal eyes) but Ifa has the personality and temperament of his mother.

She was a Qucusaur flight instructor and saurian trainer who could connect and calm any saurian. When she married, she became assistant to her husband’s clinic and eventually became a vet herself. She was multitalented with saurians and taught Ifa how saurians are like children and are the future. The medical satchel Ifa uses and carries belonged to his mother.

From his father, Ifa has quite a record of medical knowledge. His father was very good at records and had a library for saurian medicine. Ifa’s medical journaling are also quite detailed. Their handwriting are almost identical!

Ifa has had a few patients who fear sitting on his examination table or fear his needles. He's cared for pediatric cases before, but this ... he blinks at the grown man with verdant eyes, taken back by his visceral reaction to Ifa drawing close for an examination.

Is this not a martial arts tournament? How can someone compete in a festival for violence and test of skill yet are afraid of treating physicians?

❝ Uh … ❞ Ifa sounds unsure.  ❝ Would you like me to ? ❞

Ifa has no issue with counting down if that calms his patient. He rather insure the man is not facing a dire situation and needs more than simple topical cure for his gash. It doesn't matter the age or career of the patient. What matter is Ifa is taking care of them to the best of his ability. If he has to count, he'll count. 

The cowboy's gloved hands take hold of the man's forearm again and he examines the gash, counting down out loud, and finding no discoloration to the skin aside for the abrasion. Ifa imagines a weapon with some kind of toxin to continue its sting and slow the inflicted is the likely cause, but nothing life threatening or incurable. 

❝ No, all honored guests of the Xianzhou are cared for under Xianzhou hospitality and I'm paid by the commission to treat so ... no worries there, dude. ❞

Ifa prepared a tray to clean the wound and dress it ahead of time and he begins his wound care, looking up to the man with green eyes and explaining to him what he's doing currently, if that helps him to settle down as well. It doesn't take long and Ifa smiles when he finishes.

❝ There, all done. You did great. ❞ Ifa returns the tray to a countertop and brings back a small plate of freshly baked cookies. This was suppose to be his lunch with coffee, but he doesn't mind sharing.

❝  I don't have any lollipops, but I made these this morning. New recipe I'm trying too, so let me know how it taste. ❞

@ifadoc :  ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜       an assortment of dialogue prompts.

     With  some  force,  he  yanks  his  arm  out  of  the  healer's  grasp,  whining  for  what  is  flimsy  reasoning.   ❝  Whoa,  whoa,  whoa,  Doc  !   Aren't  you  supposed  to  promise  me  like  a  lollipop  or  something  then  count  down  ?   Tell  me  it's  aaaallll  gonna  be  fine  ?   ❞    Sampo  has  never  been  afraid  of  needles,  has  even  found  some  pleasure  in  points  much  sharper,  but  given  this  new  face,  he  can't  help  but  mess  around  a  little   (  even  if  it  paints  him  in  a  rather  childish  light.  )

     It  detracts  from  the  clamor  the  Fool  had  been  pulled  out  of.  Details  under  wraps  but  based  on  the  sequence  of  events   &&   his  own  stake  in  the  game,  Sampo  can  surmise  that  this  is  mostly  related  to  the  Elation's  covert  presence  upon  the  ship.  Those  that  didn't  take  to  kindly  to  his  existence  had  inflicted  not  just  a  gash  in  skin  but  some  sort  of  sting.  A  poison  or  something  like  that,  though  he's  sure  it  wouldn't  actually  kill  him  even  if  he  hadn't  been  sat  down  by  Ifa.  However,  it  would've  looked  a  lot  more  suspicious  had  he  refused  treatment.

     After  a  drawn  out  sigh,  he  offers  his  arm  back,  nodding  towards  the  syringe.   ❝  How  much  is  this  going  cost  me  ?   ❞