#I see why so many WoLs & OCs are shipped with him | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

starrysnowdrop · 6 months ago

Text

Why Hali/Aymeric?

This is something that I’ve been wanting to write up for a long time now, and I’ve finally been able to get my thoughts down properly. For those who have been around for a while might be used to my ship by now and can see how their chemistry is, but I know I have some newer followers that might be interested in this explanation. Or perhaps you’re just curious even though you’ve been here forever. Either way, I thank you in advance for taking your time to read this! See under the cut below.

Updated: 09/21/2024

So, you might or might not know that Hali is actually not my first WoL OC. Before Hali, I had made an Auri Hingan Samurai woman named Yume Aino, whom I first created back in 2019, shortly after the release of Shadowbringers (Yume’s blog can be found here: @firelightmuse). I didn’t realize it at first, but because of how I had written Yume, as a stoic, no nonsense warrior through and through, but also someone who was dealing with a lot of trauma and trying to find purpose in her life, I soon had a really hard time shipping her with anyone. Over the years I had tried shipping Yume with Cid, G’raha, and I briefly thought of Artoirel, but I now have found her perfect ship with Zenos. Before any of them, however, my first choice of an NPC ship was Aymeric.

Why Aymeric? Well, it took me quite a while to realize that a huge part of me wanting to ship Yume with Aymeric as a first choice was a very personal one. Aymeric was the first character in FFXIV that I completely fell for. Though I enjoyed the characters of Cid, Haurchefant, and G’raha in ARR, it wasn’t until we meet Aymeric in the Pre-HW patches that I had gotten attached to the world and the story through finding a favorite character of my own. Aymeric is so special to me, and that made me try to ship my only WoL at the time with him. But as you can see, that ultimately didn’t work out.

It didn’t work out because Yume and Aymeric didn’t vibe well with each other. There was a severe lack of chemistry between the two. I had realized that Aymeric is much too polite and respectful of decorum to break Yume out of her shell to make a deeper connection than just comrades that respect one another, and I didn’t think Yume was the kind of person that Aymeric would come to love either, as she would likely remind him of the many Ishgardian nobles that he was around all the time, for many reasons which I won’t elaborate on here due to brevity. And as I didn’t have any other OCs at the time, I just continued developing Yume and an NPC ship with Aymeric was discarded. Although I personally was very saddened by that, I thought it was the right decision for both characters.

Yet, I continued having trouble writing any kind of ship with Yume over time. After a few years, as I kept getting frustrated with the ships I was trying to write for her, I got inspired to make another WoL OC that would be different from Yume in every way. She actually would end up being much more of a self insert than I ever expected, but nonetheless I fell in love with the pink haired, happy go lucky Lalafellin woman who would become Hali Aloke, my pride and joy.

As I got Hali through base ARR and into the ARR patches, I didn’t have any intention on trying to ship her Aymeric and to try a WoL x NPC ship with him a second time, as I actually had intentions to ship Hali with Krile later on in her WoL journey.

But everything changed once Hali met Aymeric in 2.4, the lead up to Heavensward. I saw them in the cutscenes together, and as ridiculous of a height difference they had, I still couldn’t help but giggle and squeal whenever they were together. They just were incredibly adorable, and I couldn’t hold myself back. I just had to try to ship Hali with Aymeric.

So I decided to try to write a few prompts with them together and see how their dynamic was. And it was even better than I had expected. Their chemistry was so amazing, and the dialogue between them flowed quite effortlessly. Not only was I highly impressed and kept getting inspired to write more and more, but I got a ton of positive feedback from so many people telling me that they loved Hali and Aymeric together.

And I guess that was that. I have never looked back since. Hali x Aymeric are my everything (well besides Yume x Zenos now of course); my ship makes me so damn happy. Just looking at them makes me smile and want to write and gpose more. I can’t get enough of them. It’s to the point now that I don’t know if I could ever write a ship better than Hali x Aymeric. And you know what? I don’t even want to try at this point.

I still can’t fully comprehend how a pink haired, bubbly, sunshine of a lalafellin woman and a noble, brave, and charismatic Ishgardian knight could be such a beautiful and dynamic couple that would not only bring me endless joy but also keep inspiring me far more than anything else I’ve ever written. It is utterly beyond my comprehension, but somehow it works. And I am forever grateful that I just followed my heart and wrote what I wanted, and not for anyone else’s approval, but my own.

I somehow hope this helps inspire someone out there to not be afraid and just go for the ship they want to write for, despite what the fandom at large says. Trust me, it’s worth it.

#ffxiv headcanons #aymeric x wol #wol x aymeric #wolaymeric #hali aloke #oc: drops or jupiter #hali x aymeric #ship: hold me closer

36 notes · View notes

chocoboyjames · 2 months ago

Note

Were there any barriers to you establishing your OCs relationship? Perhaps social or cultural stigma? Or a concern that "ships" with that character were already overdone? Or simply a fear of being seen as "cringe"? If so then how did you overcome this?

There were some barriers... One was; Oh man Ilberd is so hated in this community. Why am I always the one finding minor and tragic characters who are in the background attractive?

I also am a total fan of the 'tsundere' aspect of things, and imo, Ilberd befits that like a glove when it comes to James x Ilberd. Cultural I had to shift slightly. But I always knew, from the moment Ilberd was passionate about Ala Mhigo, that this would be one of the many cornerstones that would make their relationship work.

As for ships of this character being overdone. Back then (seven years ago, mind you...) I think I was one of the minorities. Lately, thanks to more people playing FFXIV and me also seeing JP twitters, it seems I never was as alone as I thought. Ilberd's not as hated as I always have had experienced in the first 5-6 years, and the past year has been a delight to see more shippers come about. It gives me a feeling of; "So this is what it feels like to see more people like the same NPC as you."

And fear of being cringe? Nah. I have experienced friends who enabled me, friends who overdid it FOR me, then blamed me for being cringe about it and always bringing the ship up, I've been everywhere the past years. I have felt all sides. It was hard, it was tough, but it never wavered my love towards holding on to Ilberd. who was/is an underrated misunderstood character that not many tolerate. I felt that, if I would be swayed over by the haters, I would eventually loose what I stand for. And Ilberd deserves fans too, as much as any (overrated) villains in FFXIV =3

So right now I just chill with my boyos on their well deserved hiatus, because nothing happens to their narrative anymore. (James is not a WoL so there's nothing to write on him when it comes to the past 3 expansions.)

Or I must find a work around- =3

For now, enjoy them enjoying Valentione!

#ilberd feare #ask #answered #thank you ;-;7 #was nice to go back to this ship again #Jailberd #jamesxilberd #I never made a tag about them like that... huh

4 notes · View notes

autumnslance · 3 years ago

Note

I've got a writing question that's been on my mind for a while: how do you keep your OCs from becoming self inserts? Every time I think of developing an OC I realize that it's attributes that I

Oops, you got cut off! But in general: all your OCs are going to have traits of yours; it’s inevitable. Sometimes big things, sometimes small things. It’s how we relate to them, and also just natural, I promise. We write what we know, and we know how we interact with ourselves and the world.

But there is a difference between sharing some traits with a character and making them a self-insert. It’s letting their life, their community and culture, their experiences, also influence their traits and thinking, in ways that might be different from how you would respond in a similar situation. Even if you share those attributes.

This is me so let’s go behind a cut shall we?

Dark Autumn is as introverted and solitary by nature as I am; she can and does interact in professional and friendly ways with people (as I try to do), but needs alone time to recharge. However, Dark also has a very different outlook and relationship with her family than I, since her family is large and supportive, very close knit. If family is a lottery, I got the $50 scratch off prize while she hit the Mega-Millions. So I take that into account when thinking of her relationships not just with family, but with friends and potential romantic interests; Dark sees things through a lens of positive, low-drama familial relationships that I can barely fathom. This also means she has a support network and resources myself and other characters don’t, so gets some wish fulfillment of working through issues with care and grace instead of remaining in unhealthy places. She is my “comfort OC” so gets a lot of good things I wish I had—which shapes how she responds to others, like taking care of a FCmate and becoming something of a big sister figure for him, or the responsible older sister figure of my group of OCs. Which is me, really, idealizing my own older sister tendencies into this giant woman who’s better at it.

Aeryn was written to be on the ace scale; not my first character to be so, but the first written that way as I began to realize where my own orientations lie and wanting to examine that through fiction. That she fell for a certain rogue in the process of playing through MSQ again was not at all intentional. I like Thancred as a character—he hits a lot of tropes I enjoy—but in my own mindset, he’s a frustrating younger brother. I didn’t think I’d do NPC x WoL shipping. But there it is, because in determining Aeryn’s own experiences and how those shaped her, it ended up working out that way (and I spent the better part of 2 years writing the characters separately to figure that out and if it could work before writing them together because it’s not something that comes naturally to me).

Aeryn’s internal anger is something I have a difficult time with; it’s outside my own nature to carry things like that. I have my angers, certainly, but they are different from hers. I tend to need a lot to set me off and then it burns out hot and quick. Aeryn’s more of a long boil she keeps bottled up. I’ve gotten a few things through various fics, I think, but it’s why I do things like reference arguments but rarely depict them. Being non-confrontational myself (I’m meek and have hangups thanks to my own life) it’s a challenge. Aeryn responded to childhood traumas (that I never dealt with), bullying (that I did), losses (that I haven’t yet), and the responsibility she’s been given (thank goodness I don’t) far differently than I. Maybe I’d be more volatile, too, if I had her life. But I understand where her anger comes from sharing some of the reasons, I just shape it differently than my own.

There’s a lot of things about Dark and Aeryn that are accidentally similar, just due to the timing of their character generation and other RP OCs made for other games along the way; “Oh I haven’t done X or Y in a character in awhile” sort of thing, but how each approaches those similarities and why—their quietness, their issues with using magic, their tendency to “adopt” others as family—all come from different places and resolve differently, too.

C’oretta comes from a part of me that doesn’t quite want to grow up. That wishes I had been more of the peppy, active, cheerful, risk-taking, live it up stereotypical party kid, that “popular girl” archetype I felt so often on the outside looking in about. As my second character, I wanted her to be different from Dark Autumn—visually, emotionally, mentally. Where Dark is steady, C’oretta is flighty. While Dark is people oriented, C’oretta’s a bit selfish (like I often feel). Dark’s introverted, C’oretta’s extroverted. Much of C’oretta’s attitude is a deflection against the hurts in her life, a way to fight back against some terrible things. It’s a way I could never react. But I also can’t get away from a character who loves to learn and wants to try new things—but where other characters gain the ability to stick with and see them through, C’oretta gets my easy frustration and boredom, and then the “ooh shiny” of a new interest. There’s a history of ADHD (or whatever the acronyms are now) and even autism and learning issues in my family; it’s possible I have some undiagnosed ND stuff going on, and people have noted these things in C’oretta that I’ve based on my own experiences and those of people very close to me.

Many of my characters have traits I wish I had, or were better at; patience, kindness, consideration, convictions, courage, thoughtfulness, and so on and etc. They’re good at skills I haven’t the knowledge in, or the ability to do. They’re certainly more active than I am, or could be! Because I can take the time to think and plan and research and write those things out better, and just maybe along the way not only learn something myself, but try to practice it better myself. I can even sometimes let them teach me what I can possibly do or be, not just imagine it as an ideal that’s out of reach.

I try to let my characters make mistakes I wouldn’t—or in some cases, have in my past, and that’s OK. Especially if I learned from them, but maybe the character does not. Maybe they do but it takes awhile, or repeated instances until it sinks in. Maybe I let them make errors I still make, as a way to puzzle out better solutions I should probably entertain for myself.

Character voice is something I’ve felt I struggled with in keeping my OCs distinct. Do characters ‘sound’ alike, in dialogue and prose? Having distinct ways of speaking helps; C’oretta’s breathless chatty run-ons are certainly different from Dark and Aeryn’s quieter tendencies. I have to remember to trim down Aeryn’s dialogue more often, say less aloud, add more gestures and facial expressions. I tend to be a talker, an over-explainer (if you can’t tell), while the only times she gets like that are specific. Dark’s somewhere in the middle of those two, like I am. A lot of the reason I like writing NPCs and try to keep them close to my interpretation of canon is to practice distinct character voice to get better at it in my OCs, so they don’t sound like me!

And something I’ve never admitted to before is that I think for me, it helps that from the time I was a kid watching various series of Star Trek, I always have had an in-my-own-head-only self-insert. She’s always a support character (that’s what I’m best at). She has cool and unusual abilities to help the actual heroes, cuz heck it’s my internal fantasy and that’s fun. She has traits I want to be better at or wish I had, developed over time with more energy and focus than I can actually muster in reality. As time’s gone on, she’s become more of a mentor and Mom Friend as I’m now older and see a lot of protagonist characters as “my kids” now. She appears in nearly every story I’ve loved over time, in one iteration or another. And because I have a headspace character where I can say “this is what I, ideally, would say and do and be capable of in this situation…” My other characters that I actually write about can vary between doing something similar (if it suits them) to doing something completely different (cuz darn kids never listen) as I can compare them to the self-insert and decide where to diverge.

So it’s a mix of myself and my traits and knowledge, but taking into account how each character would respond and use those same attributes differently than I do or would. Write what you know, write who you are—and then add in some wish fulfillment, some what ifs, some bad choices, some good choices, and shake things up. Give the characters tics and tricks different from yourself and let that shape them, too, by remembering to take those things into account (even if you have to tape a note to your monitor).

And finally, don’t be ashamed of your self-inserts; I’ve known some great characters that started as self-inserts and grew, through their experiences, into wholly different people than their writers over time. Heck, the epic romance my original WoW priest was part of was with a character that started as a self-insert; his player began the game knowing nothing of the lore or roleplaying, but as he learned the story and how to RP, and determined how his character fit into the world and how that shaped him, the character diverged over time, while still sharing some key traits (some endearing, some frustrating, as people are and all part of that friend). It’s not a bad starting point at all. The rest can come over time and practice, especially if you make a lot of OCs and try to make them different from each other while also being aspects of yourself.

#Writing #Blogging #About me #Lyn Prompts #Character Development #Self Inserts #Original Characters

36 notes · View notes

fheythfully · 4 years ago

Text

Putting all my thoughts on the 5.3 MSQ under the cut. Beware of course of spoilers! Overall I really enjoyed the patch. There were a lot of times where I sounded like an excited dinosaur.

So first things first, the way the patch started with the kids was so cute. I was expecting more with the Ardbert-esque kid, especially when he said he wanted to adventure with friends because he felt like he was missing something... but then they didn’t? I’m not sure what the point of that line of his was then. Ardbert’s soul is inside ours, and also has been shown to have moved on, but I wonder if some fragment of it--the part that is bound to the specific world’s Lifestream--can be reborn? Anyway. A bit bummed we didn’t get more with that train of thought but it was cute nevertheless. Also, apothecary. I was going “IS THIS A HINT?” the moment the kiddo said she wanted to be one as a WoL.

Also, I am totally writing a shortfic of the twins, Satella and Ryne hanging out in the Crystarium library with Moren bringing them books of interest while they sneak in tea and snacks. Ryne falls asleep and is eventually found by Thancred. Alisaie teases him for being a doting father. When everyone leaves, Satella is left cozily snuggled up as the evening turns feeling almost like home at the Arcanist’s Guild.

I really liked the bit where Alisaie’s desire to surpass the WoL and competitive nature is shown, and that some part of it is due to insecurity. I love the character depth and growth SE gives her over the patches. I just about had a heart attack when she started getting woozy with a noise in her head.

Elidibus feeling summoned by the WoL and seeing an Amaurotine in their stead gave me feelings, because it means we are whole enough now to form some sort of connection to the Ascians. Only sundered ones are left now though, so I wonder if that will still stay true.

I did have a heart attack at hearing Thancred collapsed. I was not expecting him to be okay when we got back to see him. Dawn’s Respite scene was very sobering and set me up for something entirely different than the ending we got (thank god).

Alisaie being stubborn and sullen with the Exarch made me wonder if she’s seeing the past with Louisoux in him, and Alphinaud’s comment about how she handled their grandfather leaving all that well all but confirmed it. That’s very sweet.

I made a very loud note as I was playing at the fact that a Rejoining soul must recognize its part on the Source as itself. Not sure if that was just for the Exarch’s case (though there are comments about how we and Ardbert fused very easily too) but I have Filed This Away.

Seeing Shtola collapsed gave me another heart attack but she’s definitely possessed of nine lives. The duty with Elidibus was fantastic, though the lack of voice acting caught me off guard (covid? are duties never voiced?). Fighting the baby Scions made me full of glee and then it got even better from there. Answers playing over the city, and then the HW theme, and then SB--fantastic. I especially paused when it started snowing. I appreciate a lot what Elidibus was doing, which was trying to show to us that the people who seem so ancient and recreated only as puppets had once meant something to him and his own. The fight was a lot of fun. I took a screenshot of berserk-Ardbert for kicks.

Also, the bit where he calls you by your name, and the name is switched from Elidibus to Ardbert. My heart. I have a lot of notes about this for future writing.

Elidibus as Zodiark’s heart and primal weren’t a big surprise as it’s been confirmed before (I think?) BUT he’s basically the primal for the idea of the Warrior of Light and I think that is magnificent. I still don’t have a full grasp on Elidibus as shown in this patch: his memories are fractured, whether by age or Zodiark; he’s driven both by his own ambition and Zodiark’s influence. He’s all over the place and I’m going to have to take better measure of him as I replay everything in NG+.

I have a note that says, “Ella why are you picking up random things off the ground that your enemies have dropped???” but it all turned out even better than okay. I don’t understand how he could have dropped all those Convocation crystals other than as a plot point but whatever. It was a great sequence. “All that remains is to pray. To pray that we will one day meet again, beneath a blue sky.” Made me tear up. The twisting of the Convocation from the gentle, kind Amaurotines to what they are today is brutally heart breaking.

I made a note of how the trees in Amaurot are starting to wither--I am not sure if we’ve always had that? But if not, definitely a small sign of Hades’ magic fading?

Bear with me now but I CAN’T STOP SCREAMING ABOUT AZEM. I of course didn’t get the title right (my 14th is Altima), but I got the duty/job so almost right. My Altima is the Shepherd, though to the souls on the planet living and departing to create and live alongside the Lifestream. The entire scene with Hyth had me shaking in my chair with excitement over how perfectly it described my headcanon 14th--down to her wandering the planet when she wasn’t in the city. Granted it fits with all our WoLs and is specifically made to be so, but I am so excited. Not sure what I’ll do with this when I write, whether I will alter my canon to fit the game or plow on ahead, but we’ll see. I’m just so excited. And the new TITLE fits my OCs to a T. God, thank you, SE. I also love that we are the “sun” and can’t wait for the future connections and theories about the 14th and Azeyma and Azim.

“After all, I cannot say whether I act of my own volition or by the will of my recreator!” Made me laugh-cry.

Scions confirmed that seeing Amaurot awoke a great grief in them, which was then supported by the random Eulmore NPC crying at the sight of it. So, it’s not even reliant on how whole your soul is: everyone who sees it feels something, a soul-genetic memory, maybe? I can’t wait to use this. Also makes me wonder if this is why in the patch the Scions are more wont to encourage you to talk things out with Elidibus, as in SHB they were pretty set against Emet-Selch.

The new dungeon was okay. I need to replay it again and look around more (is there a hint of Hildibrand there??). The Necromancer and Berserker class, though the latter may be Warrior same way Arcanists are called Ink Mage, made me pout a little. I want Necromancer. Also, THIER White Mages get Protect? Pffft.

I didn’t take any notes for the trial but. It was brilliant. The run through Crystal Tower with the Exarch was a wonderful callback (there were so many callbacks, it was great) and then when he told us to go ahead I was like, you better mean it that you don’t plan to play your trump card unless we’re present! The trial itself was breathtaking. When the Amaurotine first showed up I thought it was Azem, then when they snapped their fingers I was like cool we can do that too, and then they did the Emet-Selch wave and I lost it. HOW!? Shtola has a theory that even she admits is far fetched but. Wow. I am wondering which one it may be: Emet-Selch truly somehow having his soul live (we were just in the space where Ascians’ souls go between bodies) and assisted us; or was he called by Azem’s crystal as a memory; or was it a memory entirely? Just. That cameo. I miss you, Emet-Selch. For yours is the seat of the fourteenth broke me also and I’m just all over the place. Elidibus as the Warrior of Light was great.

I don’t understand why he went Baby in the end there. I can’t imagine the Convocation recruited and sacrificed a child. My headcanon is that it’s just meant to represent his childlike devotion and drive to his goals. He wanted to help his brothers and sisters so badly he detached himself from Zodiark. Seeing him sitting there cradling the crystals and talking about how it’s a beautiful day and they’re not there to see it was heartbreaking. The Amaurotines lost so, so much--and there’s no way to bring any of it back. I am glad the Unsundered have finally a chance to rest.

The goodbye scene with Ryne was a little lacking to me. I wanted Thancred to hug her, damn it. At least he told her he’s proud of her. She’s so brave with how she tries not to cry before them. She’s coming into her own, with her own ideals, but also so like Minfilia’s that it made my heart full. I will act as her post moogle to Thancred any time, kupo.

Also the one line she has in Twine about how Gaia is her friend who will be there for her is sweet and I laugh at the idea of Gaia’s reaction.

Okay, so, the ending. Probably the thing I did not expect at all. I expected death. No one died. The animations were beautiful, and Alisaie was such a joy to watch. Just. I don’t have words for it. I was so overcome with happiness at how perfect they all were: Alisaie sinking into her chain in a sulk, the Archons fondling their weapons, Alphinaud with tea and a book. Alisaie jumping off to go find a fight and Alphinaud’s brotherly exasperation. The banter between Urianger and Y’Shtola. My heart is so, so full.

On to the topic of the Exarch, which I did not expect to have this many feelings on: first of all, I expected him to die. We all did. How can one man survive SO many death flags!? When our WoL ran out of the Stones like a wound up mammet I was there with her, heart pounding praying for it to have worked. I am bummed that we didn’t get to experience him actually waking, but that means I can write about it... which I already did, actually. Because: I came out of this with a very unexpected, slowly unfurling Ella/G’raha ship. This was a surprise because ARR G’raha was not someone I even remembered all that well, as I played CT when it came out, but I remember thinking he was a bit too immature for romantic ships; and the Exarch always felt too distant and too much. I was fond of him in SHB but in a passing way, also because I was a little bitter that he put the Scions in such danger in the first place (though I understand all the good that’s come as a result, like uncovering the true Ascian plots). Seeing him at the end there, as a fusion of G’raha and the Exarch, somehow turned my view of him on its head and in that moment, I could easily see Ella and him running off and having proper adventures together. The driving attraction to all my ships is a form of shared experience, or at least understanding of what it’s like to bear a heavy burden on your shoulders. The Exarch was again, too much in his role, and I couldn’t see Ella feeling comfortable being close with him. But now, with this ending? Watching the two of them run off together? Oh, I am excited.

I even wrote four pages of fluff on how he got those bobby pins in his hair and I never write fluff. Please look forward to it being posted soon.

Lastly: Ardbert. If you’ve been around my blog long enough, you’ll know that I’ve been an Ardbert shipper since HW. SHB was so good to me in that regard. Personally, I got closure regarding him in the scene of him offering us his axe and was happy with it. I was overjoyed to see him get closure with Seto now, too. I’m not happy with Elidibus using his body and then tearing it apart as he did, but: it made for great angst and sometimes that’s actually okay with me. The confirmation that he can talk to and through us is interesting and I imagine that he does so rarely, as his soul is finally at rest with his friends--where it truly belongs. He lets us live our life, and a part of him is always with us, now. I imagine him and Ella at one point having a conversation about her burgeoning feelings for G’raha, as in my canon she’s never felt quite a strong enough connection or level of comfort with anyone but Ardbert, and him giving her his “blessing” and encouraging her that it’s okay to chase after the comfort and happiness G’raha can bring her. Especially since all of SHB she was in a very very bad place and this ending we got gives me such a sense of respite, no matter how fleeting.

Speaking of fleeting: Zenos and Asahi/Fandaniel. I am still hoping Zenos gets more interesting because I just can’t bring myself to like him, and seeing him destroy the Garlean empire before we even step foot into it is making me a little pouty. Fandaniel is interesting on a few accounts: he’s a sundered Ascians, so what will that mean? Clearly he’s been unhappy with the Unsundereds’ plans. He’s also pretty crazy for “the bringer of order”, if we follow the FF12 Espers. We didn’t get a lot so I am hesitantly interested. But also, Asahi? I hate that kid...

My last thoughts on this are: the Ascian storyline was meant to come to an end with this patch, but clearly we’re still getting content. So I am hoping that was for the Unsundered Ascians and we’ll find out more about the summon of Hydaelyn and all that. I... have exhausted myself typing all this. Wow.

BUT I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS PATCH AND WILL REPLAY THAT HAPPY ENDING MANY TIMES. I can’t wait for the future.

#this is VERY VERY long #5.3 spoilers #sasha rambles

10 notes · View notes

azhorratha · 5 years ago

Text

SHIPPING INFO !! ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?: For Urianger, I don’t particularly have one other than with an OC of mine but that won’t affect how I RP him here. Chemistry is the biggest ship when it comes to him, he’s far too demi to go after someone based on appearance alone.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: Anything as long as there’s communication with my writing partner. Urianger has been known to withhold information if he feels it’ll protect people that he’s close to, so some may view that as toxic behavior on his part.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: Normally, I’d say as long as they’re legal age or above but for Urianger, he’d prefer to keep a romantic partner near his own age (29). So anywhere between three years younger and five years older.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Nonromantic: No. Urianger has several friends in the Scions and Sharlayan contacts but he can always have more. This can include family and friendships. Give him all of this.

Romantic: Yes. As a person, Urianger keeps his personal life to himself as much as possible. Public physical affection can startle and embarrass him but he won’t be rude about it, just don’t expect him to initiate it. Romance is a topic he’s rarely seen outside of books, so he may take examples from scenes he’s read.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?: Clothes coming off with the intention of sex. I don’t consider general speech to be NS/FW if they’re only having a discussion. So, in that sense, context does matter.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?: Hm. A difficult question really. I’ve only seen mention of Moenbryda, the Warrior of Light, and Thancred as potential ship partners and can understand why they’re ships. For now, I’ll give a tentative okay for those three and possibly Zenos or Emet. Who knows but above all - chemistry.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: It’s not required but I’d like to at least know that someone wants to go in that direction eventually. Not every inch of it needs to be immediately plotted out but we can try and see how things go with them.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: Not often? I mean, I know on Tumblr that’s the big thing in the RPC but it’s not something that I’m dying to do. Honestly, I’d prefer if we could do something interesting, something action / adventure-like.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: If it happens, so be it. Although, I would like for things to have a goal in mind. Y meets x, they have to figure out how to solve a problem, add as many problems as we want, find the true source, and then we can either wrap it up or start a part two. I’ve done this kind of thing on another blog and it went pretty well.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yes. Unless the rules page says that I’m exclusive with someone, I’ll always multiship.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: WoL/Zenos, Thancred/Happiness, G’raha/Magnai

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: -Well, for one, we must be mutuals, there’s no way around that. -Come talk to me. If we have a plot going and you mention ‘hey I’d like to see how a ship might go’ then there’s a good chance that I’ll want to talk and ask a few questions first. Namely, I’m gonna be curious how your character is gonna treat Urianger so I can be prepared. - Really though, just talk or come at me at 3am and ‘hey, I saw this really neat looking concept and I think it’d be a really cool idea for a thread’ and slap a link at me. That works too.

TAGGED BY: Stole it. TAGGING: Steal it and tag me.

#;;urianger//about: dash surveys

1 note · View note

tenebraetrash17 · 6 years ago

Note

RAIRE

Yeet I also got an ask from @protectcabba2k but Shadow asked first, so congrats Shadow, you get the response thingamajig dfsgdh!

Much thanks for the ask!!!

My thoughts:

It’s gonna be hella biased, but….like, ngl, my otp. She fits Ravus so well, I have another ask explaining why that I’m still working on, so I’m not gonna dump it here. All I’m saying is that they’re similar in all the good ways, and different in all the right ways, and YOU SHOULD PUT RAVUS INTO DISSIDIA, SQUARE S H O T, I would love to see them meet someday!!

When I started shipping it, if I did:

Two years ago! Actually, it was one of those ships born from rp, and it was kind of cute because Ravus was the punching bag basically of everyone and he kept getting attacked by our local Ardyn, who is a godsend penned by @trashyhobochancellor on quotev, and two OC’s who were messengers of the gods, gone bad! So Lightning was stepping in like “ok, I’m your guardian now. quit following the Empire’s orders and letting yourself get beat up.” although Ravus was all like “B-but, my sister q-q I gotta do what I can to protect her and if that means getting beaten to death, then I’ll endure.” and what not. I promise I wrote him fancier than that. But yee, they had moments of saving each others life and just bonding over tea and talk about their sisters! It was cute!!

What makes me happy about them:

Everything, moving on-

JUST KIDDING. I don’t know, they have a great aesthetic look since I’ve always thought that bluish gray-silver and pink went pretty well together. Not to mention the fact that I just really enjoy the fact that they could both just be like “Ah yes, a lot of people are idiots…except you. You, I could get into.” I think I’ve talked about why this ship makes me happy so much, I’m drawing blanks and trying to figure it out but I also just kind of feel like they would have a “Why do we put up with this again?” “No idea.” kind of dialogue and just bonding over their begrudging affection for the idiots in their life. And their sisters, of course!!

Things done in fanfic (or in general, fandom) that annoy me:

Hi, there is no content for these two so I can’t give my thoughts. BUT I CAN GIVE THOUGHTS ON HOW THE TWO ARE POTRYAED! SO SIT DOWN FAM, WE GOING INTO LECTURE TERRITORY!

Lightning: I really hate how she’s often portrayed as this emotionless, cold, heartless bastard who will just roll her eyes and look away. I even remember some fanfictions where she would be physically abusive to Serah and just…no, they argue like all siblings but ?? That wouldn’t happen?

Ravus: IT’S BASICALLY THE SAME! Ok, there are so, many, fanfictions where he hurts Luna, is cruel to the point of no redemption, and just, I don’t like it. That Kingsglaive scene? Everyone? Where he was pulling her back to her room? She could have been killed if she was caught and he was trying to get her to safety. You would do the same for your sister. Also, same with Lightning, he’s not just some cold, emotionless bastard, he’s a snide idiot sometimes, but he’s not a cold emotionless bastard. He’s actually trying to talk to Ignis and make small talk in Episode Ignis, AND IGNIS DIDN’T ANSWER HIM, YES HI I AM STILL SALTY ABOUT THAT.

Long story short, they only beat up the fiancés of their sisters. Not their sisters.

Things I look for in a fanfic:

….Ummmmm, well, I mean, I kinda like the team up troupe, but also bonding is nice, I like bonding between them, discussing similarities, trying to have a nice peaceful discussion without their sisters being like “OWO DO I SENSE SOMETHING???” On that note, yOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE CUTE?? SERAH AND LUNA TEAMING UP TO GET THEIR BIG SIBLINGS TOGETHER. I mean, spice is nice too, I still have to finish that smut- Also! Things that kind of have tol-smol jokes !!! Like, Ravus constantly ribbing Lightning about not being able to reach things?? Cute banter? Bless.

Who I’d be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other:

Oof, so for Ravus? I have gotta say…nobody actually. I can’t see him having too much good romantic potential in most people, although admittedly, Noctis actually seems like my closest bet. It’s going to be weird for me to confess this, but he’s the only one I could actually get the whole ‘oh, this could work’ thing. It’s just that with Ravus, he gives me a very traditionalist vibe, so I don’t think just about anyone would do. I kinda lowkey wanna head cannon that in the future where he lives, he found a hunter/old kingsglaive member and ended up falling for them and settling down.

And for Lightning?? Tough choice, but like, Caius? Potential, just lemme say that. Some A+ potential. Also, Wol (almost called him Wally), just, they were cute ok?? They were very cute !!!

#ravus nox fleuret #lightning farron #raire #dfghj I feel like this was so badly explained #claire farron #ravus #lightning

7 notes · View notes

kolak-magiya-a · 2 years ago

Text

Putting this under a readmore cause I’m gonna talk about most if not all of my muses, both existent and upcoming.

So let me tell you about Melody.

She actually started out as a D&D character of mine, she was a Tiefling bard and she was amazing. She was the bane of my DM’s existence with her Cutting Words and she pulled quite a few clutches in the homebrew monstrosity that was the campaign.

Sadly, the campaign ended in a TPK, but I had retired her before then for a different character. She’s still out in that world somewhere and the DM discontinued the worldspace so.. why not have fun with it?

Melody went on to continue adventuring and getting stronger, even after having a little girl following the death of another PC that was shipped with her.

And at the end of it all, she vowed to track down and destroy the being that killed her friends. She was successful... but vanished in the wake of the battle.

She woke up in Eorzea, with no memory of who she was before. Only that she was chosen by a higher power. Mysterious powers emit from her on occasion, remnants of the woman she used to be, and she has a strange connection to the Crystal Tower.

Ryce (pronounced like Rice) is interesting in my books. He started out as a jokey “ha ha” kind of muse, with no real backstory as I was new to the game when I made him.

Then, I dove into the lore of the game, reading up as much as I could about the Xaela and the tribes. One of which stood out to me: The Hotgo, the ones that were slaughtered by the Dotharl. That’s when I decided he’d be one of the very few survivors - but unlike those canonly stated, he was there during the battle as a teenager and witnessed the deaths of his family and friends.

Despite his tragic backstory though, he’s still a goofball and I love him. He gives me a new perspective on the story of the game itself to think about as a non-wol oc

I’m still very proud of his design as well. You don’t see many really pretty male Au’Ra running about in-game.... plus, he’s purple~

Xadai is another oc dear to my heart, but he’s sort of the opposite of Ryce in a few ways. He’s a big grump, but also suffered tragedy upon the death of his fiancee - of which he was framed for. He was filled with anger and bitterness, and was made a perfect candidate to join the Echoes; a group of assassins.

Xadai has taken many lives, many of which deserved it in some way, shape or form. He will gladly take more, until he finds out who killed his fiancee.

That said, he certainly does have the ability to form soft spots for people. You just have to get past the attitude first.

Honorable Mentions:

Argenia, a Viera woman who has a gift. She’s a psychic medium who sometimes sees brief visions of the future, and can sense the presence of spirits, though she lacks the strength to communicate with them.

Cielzro (Ciel) doesn’t have a lot going for him. He’s an inventor, housed in Ishgard. He inherited his family’s manor after his parents and brother were executed for treason prior to the height of the Dragonsong war.

Qara is another member of the Echoes, and was a partner to Xadai for some time. He’s loyal to the group and will do what he’s asked, when he’s asked. Almost like he’s too eager to prove himself to someone - anyone who will see him.

And my newest oc in progress, W’Kaia (Or just K). Badass bitch. Probably runs or is a high position in a gang. Rogue/Machinist main.

Henlo Tumblr! Somehow I've managed to accrue just over 100 followers here in a short space of time, at least a few of which I'm pretty sure aren't bots ;)

In celebration I'm going to do a giveaway! I'm putting the prizes below and all the rules and info for the giveaway under the read more!

The short version is this: follow me @flame-blade and reblog this post with a picture, any picture, of your FFXIV WoL/favourite FFXIV NPC/favourite FFXIV OC or even your favourite minion or mount, and tell me why you love it/them!

Doesn't have to be stellar in quality or fancy at all, it's not a contest like that, it's just a fun way for me to get my post spread around and an excuse to hear my followers infodump about their favourite things.

CLOSING DATE/TIME: 7th November 2022 at 11:59pm UK time

PLEASE NOTE: I will make alts to enable cross data center gifts if you'd like, but I am NOT sure if gifting works from alts or how the changes are working right now. Please be patient while I figure it out :)

Have fun, and tell your friends! (And sorry for the amount of info under the cut... Most of it is obvious common sense but take a look anyway please!)

FIRST PRIZE: £15 of Mogstation items, (via friends list,) and a photoshoot with up to three WoLs and/or NPCs of your choosing! You will get three lightly edited shots and a bevvy of other unedited, raw screenshots!

SECOND PRIZE: £10 of Mogstation items, (via friends list,) and a photoshoot with up to two WoLs and/or NPCs of your choosing! You will get three lightly edited shots and a bevvy of other unedited, raw screenshots!

THIRD PRIZE: £5 of Mogstation items, (via friends list,) and a photoshoot with one WoL/NPC of your choosing! You will get three lightly edited shots and a bevvy of other unedited, raw screenshots!

RULES & INFO:

Don't reblog to giveaway blogs or tag as a giveaway.

You must be following this blog, flame-blade. I will check before I contact you.

The giveaway closes on the Seventh of November at 11:59pm UK time. Entries after this point won't be counted.

I will contact you if you are a winner on or before the 10th of November.

The photoshoot prize turnaround is variable, please bear in mind that I am chronically physically ill, ND and mentally ill - some days I just Can't Do The Thing. Turnaround time may be a lil slow but I will get it done for you! The prizes will be sent out as soon as we can organise me temporarily friending your character(s) to get your items sent over. I do not wish to use Paypal or other avenues for prizes with a monetary value, apologies. I am willing to make new alts on other DCs and worlds providing that'll actually let me send gifts straight after creating them, if that makes sense? I'm not sure it would work that way but I'm happy to try!

You must reblog this post to enter. Only one reblog counts, and likes don't count as an entry!

Similarly, you must add an image of some kind, screenshot or drawn, of your WoL/fave FFXIV NPC/fave FFXIV OC/etc. to be entered on your reblog.

This is not a contest of skill. Winners will be entirely randomly drawn.

You should be okay with meeting me in game if you want your photoshoot to include your WoL or OC, or alternatively you can send me an Anam dat file if you're familiar with how to do that, or you can even give me your character's data through screenshots of the character creator! Meeting up or giving me a dat file is much easier than gathering data from screenies of the CC honestly but I'll work with you on this. I have character slots free and can make an alt on any DC, any server, to meet up with you.

You do not need to be 'present' for your photoshoot! I will do these in my own time, so I won't be wasting your day by moving your character inches and stopping over and over!

I WILL do NSFW or SFW, shippy or not shippy, bloody and gory and horrific and violent imagery. I will NOT do Lalafell NSFW, or anything with underage characters that even implies anything but a platonic friendship. This rule includes very firmly the Leveilleur twins, Ryne & Gaia, underage OCs even if they appear of age in game, and any character with the 'child' model type, though do note that this list is not exhaustive. I also will not do anything hateful, bigoted, or anything I just plain don't feel comfortable doing. I am open to discussion about kink related things - if between adults that consent I'm generally cool with most stuff!

I will download and enable mods for you if you wish me to use them! I use mods myself liberally so there's no issue there. If you'd rather not use them and prefer vanilla, I will only enable the base mods I have for your shoot - the Defined series which upscales things like faces & hair & NPCs, and basic SFW body models which replace the 'underwear'/smallclothes models.

At MINIMUM you will get two different poses for each actor involved in your shoot, per prize tier. If you want a shippy NSFW shoot, I will do two couples poses for example. For the third prize? Two solo poses of your fave. Does that makes sense? I hope so...

I am offering three lightly edited screenies for you! These edits can be just fixing up lighting and levels, to editing clipping, to little fun things like memes, book covers, magazine covers, faux drawings and paintings, etc. I am WILLING to attempt video and gif edits/fancy pants stuff, but I am very rusty in that regard and haven't used anything but PS since I got sick.

Finally, while I am offering you up to three lightly edited shots, ANY raw, full res, unedited screenshots I take will be put on my Google Drive for you to download at your leisure. With credit, you can do anything with them. I take a lot of screenies, most of which are duds, but you'll even get those too!

#long post #this doesn't even include the handful of npcs I picked up but those are on other blogs anyway aslkdhg

28 notes · View notes

yetanotherfanficblog · 4 years ago

Text

Unexpected Journey

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Characters: Pyotyr Ilych (Male Duskwight Elezen WoL OC), Enkhjargal Qalli (Male Au Ra OC).

Rating/Warnings: PG (Violence and Kidnapping mentions)

Summary: Many years before he became the Warrior of Light, Pyotyr was a simple assessor of the Arcanist’s Guild. One day, a Visit from a member of a Rogue’s Guild gets him much more than he bargained for. Semi-sequel to the fic Unexpected, also on this blog.

---

Arcanist's Guild assessor Pyoyr Ilych, as was common on afternoons, found himself inside one of the warehouses near Mealvaan's Gate on the docks of Limsa Lominsa, staring down a rather sizable pile of crates. He opened his book, and flipped tg the day's itinirary.

"Hm," He said, murmuring to no-one in particular, "Teagan's Folly, merchant ship, Ul'dahn ownership, claims 500 lots of Thavnarian Silk."

He flipped the book one more page, and scribbled a small line to complete a link with a flourish. In a flash of aetherial energy, his companion, a small blue carbuncle, appeared before him.

"There you are, Master Sparkles!" he said, favoring his partner with a smile, "Shall we get to work?"

Pyotyr took his work even more seriously than usual these days, after a rash of hazardous smuggling - mostly Pluto and Dreamweed, but a few Allagan artifacts as well. As an Ex-Pirate, he could let a bit of smuggling pass, but when you were smuggling powerful ancient weaponry or performance-enhancing drugs, well. That just wasn't sporting, to say nothing of the vastly heightened possibility of getting innocents caught in the crossfire when some great dodo fired a weapon she had no idea how to operate, or completely lost his mind to the effects of a Pluto overdose. Thus, he was only about halfway done with his inspections when he felt a presence behind him.

"May I help you?" He said, if only to let the person know they were not undetected, and turned around to see a black-scaled, blue-skinned Au Ra perched on the pile of crates behind him.

"Pyotyr Ilych, assessor, arcanist, whom I see," he sang, a simple but unfamiliar tune in a strong baritone, "If you can lay your work aside, I'd have you speak to me."

Ah, of course, the Qalli. While some of the Xaela who'd immigrated to Eorzea had left behind the ways of their homeland, many more still kept to the traditions of their people and their particular tribes in one way or another. For the Qalli, that meant that all spoken communication was instead sung or chanted in a tone that might be a simple chant, a noisome battle hymn, or a funerous dirge, among other things, depending on the content of the missive and the personality and emotions of the speaker. For Pyotyr's part, he rather liked it. It reminded him of the rythm of the sea shanties out on the Ocean, the crew singing in harmony to work in harmony.

Unfortunately, his trepedation of this person came from a different angle altogether. The intruder wore baggy, loose-fitting green canvas pants and sandals, with a belt full of pouches and tools and a pair of sheathed daggers slung low across his hips. His hands were wrapped in cloth bandages, fingers free for gripping and touch, another length of green cloth wrapped across his chest, and a bandanna held his hair and the sweat of his brow in place, keeping it from falling in his eyes, with only a single braid of white escaping to run down his back a short ways - the classic uniform of a swabbie, yes, but also of anothe group only spoken of in whispers among pirates and dockworkers alike - and since they weren't on the deck of a ship, nor were shiphands generally allowed in the warehouses while the assessors worked, Pyotyr had to assume this person was, indeed, a member of the Rogue's Guild, the enforcers of the old code.

"Master Qalli, I'd wager?" Pyotyr bowed and smiled slightly, guarded, eyes probing. With a gesture from his hand, Master Sparkles, who had been sniffing at a crate at the top of the pile, bounded down the containers and came to heel at his side, "I shall not insult either of our intelligences by asking who you work for, but I am at your service. What brings you to call on a poor assessor such as I?"

"Enkhjargal Qalli is my name, I gainsay not your words," the Rogue sang in reply, "But questions must I ask of you, ere my quest be fulfilled."

Pyotyr shut his book. He felt still a bit on edge, but if the Rogue was going to execute him, chances are he wouldn't have gotten his attention first.

"A pleasure to meet you, Master Qalli," he answered, not quite truthfully, "It's my last inspection of the day, but I'd prefer not to be kept too long, if possible. I need to stop at the markets before my girls get home from school, if you please," he said.

"Tell me then, of Drystelakwyn," He sang, "Captain Mhardraga of the Pomona, Scourge of Garleans, Mother of your Children, for this have I come unto your door."

At that, the vitality drained from Pyotyr's face for a moment. If a Rogue was saying a Pirate's name, it was not often for good tidings. They were most likely to be marked, wanted, or at best a victim of the Rogue's true prey. He steeled himself, said a quick prayer to the Navigator that Enkhjargal had not marked his moment of fear, and that Mhar was alright, stood up straight, and spoke.

"Captain Mhardraga Drystelakwyn," He spoke, "Is an Honorable Privateer. She has a Letter of Marque to waylay Garlean ships, and never waylays a ship under the protection of the Eorzean Alliance. Only Salvages and plunders wrecks and islands she has a fair claim to. She sends me a share of the ship's haul every so often under our charter, and to fulfill her duties as mother of our children. She sometimes sends the girls letters and gifts, especially on their namedays. I ask nothing more of her, and I consider her a friend still. She sometimes visits when she's docked in Limsa, but I havent seen her for six months, which is certainly not the longest she's been at sea by far. Regardless, I will gladly vouch for her character. She's the best sailor I've ever known, and as honorable a swashbuckler as ever sailed the seas. Does that answer your question?"

Enkhjargal smiled at that, looked almost amused. Meanwhile, Pyotyrs heart felt as if it was beating between his ears. The crew of the Pomona were dear to him. Mhar, Slaf, Doc, and many of the others who had trod the decks in his day still sailed under the flag, and he still drank a pint with them if he could steal away while they were docked in town. Sure, they'd played fast and loose with their letter of marque everyone once in a while, but they really were one of the more honorable crews on the waves. Whatever could they have done to gain the eye of the Rogue's Guild?

"I mean them no harm, friend," Enkhjargal sang, "Their charter is safe, their honor intact, yet worrying words carry on the wind now, I fear this letter, may shine more on that."

And indeed Enkhjargal produced a folded piece of paper from one of the pouches on his belt, handing it to Pyotyr, who unfolded it.

Pyotyr Ilych,

The Bounty isn't complete unless we bring you in too, and we're willing to do whatever it takes. If you aren't on Moonglow Isle within a fortnight, we'll find your children, and take them in your stead.

Jeantiel Estellieur Captain of the Bloody Hand

"Seven Hells, why didn't you show this to me earlier? How did you get this? I have to go, now, I have to make sure Svetlana and Anastasia are safe-" He turned to run for the warehouse door, but before he took more than a few steps, Enkhjargal sang out.

"They are safe, even now, let your mind rest, Ser Ilych, Spirited to safehouse, guarded by our finest," He sang, "This letter we took from the street tough that bore it, who lifted a purse 'fore he came to your door."

Pyotyr turned back to the man, "By the Gods, couldn't you have let one pickpocket pass? How long ago was it? Where have you taken my girls? Are you sure they're safe?"

Enkhjargal nodded, "I give you my word, as Qalli and Rogue, your daughters are taken to a place they won't know of. But now our concern lies in the Bloody Hand, this Bounty they speak of, the fate of your friends."

"By the Twelve," Pyotyr said, "I will hold you to that, Enkhjargal. But for now, you are right, I must gather my thoughts. This bounty, I do not know of it. Surely if we were wanted in Eorzea, I would never have been able to make a life as I have in Limsa!"

"Not by Eorzea, your reputation is spotless," Enkhjargal sang, "Or at least enough not to be clapped in cold iron. Yet old enemies may hold grudges long, and the Garleans have heard your plundering song."

"Wait, the Garleans? I thought they just sent armies after their targets! Are you saying they sicced another group of pirates on us?"

"The Rogues' guild believes this, our sources suggest that the truth of the matter is as you have said," Enkhjargal chanted, gravely.

"Damn me," Pyotyr murmured, "If I was on that bounty still, they must have Slaf and Mhar at the very least. Where did they want me to go, Moonglow? Damn me, that's one of the Umbral Isles!"

"The Graveyard of ships, of privateer corpses," Enkhjargal sang, "But for the bold sailor, a hideaway and haven."

Pyotyr growled, "Damn it, Mhar. How did they get to you anyway?"

Enkhjargal put a hand on Pyotyr's shoulder, "The rogue's guild sets sail for bold Moonglow Island, you and your daughters will now be protected. Garlean Tyranny will not be stood for, not within the confines of Vylbrand's brave seas."

Pyotyr sighed, "Enkhjargal, I appreciate it, but you have no idea how powerful the Bloody Hand is. What if the Garleans gave them weapons to go along with the bounty offer? Or worse yet, Magitek! If they take you down on that island, and I'm not there, they'll just keep coming until they have me or my daughters, and I can't let that happen. Besides, The Pomona's crew is still important to me. I went ashore to raise my girls but they're still my mates."

"Your speech is commendable, your face is determined," Enkhjargal sang in return, "Yet consider the words that next spring to your lips. Your Privateer days are a decade behind you, and the swords of the swashers are sharp as before."

Pyotyr shook his head, "I spent the first quarter of a century of my life fighting. You don't forget all that in a few years. And I havent completely fallen out of practice. Mhar and Doc and Slaf and the rest need me. And my daughters won't be safe until this Bloody Hand is taken down."

Enkhjargal nodded, "Your daughters we'll protect, our watch will not waver, til Bloody Hand's wiped out or gives up their suit. But if you won't join them, with us then, do travel, and with your help mayhap, the Hand will be cleaned."

Pyotyr smiled queasily, reassured by the Rogue's support, yet still worried, for his daughters, for the Pomona, for his own life.

"Alright. I'll pack a few things and meet you wherever I need to. But before we leave... could I see my daughters?"

"Of course," Enkhjargal sang, shortly, sweetly, a reassuring smile on his face.

---

Thus it was, a few hours later, that Pyotyr and Enkhjargal ducked into a certain warehouse thought by some to be a convent of nuns of a strangely named and unknown order. Enkhjargal lead him down a side hallway, and opened a door into a room. While no windows stood on the walls, a fire crackled cheerily in a nearby fireplace, and a small couch, some chairs, and a table lent an air of homeliness to the room. Two young girls, Roegadyn by their stature, but with slightly pointed ears, leapt from the couch and looked at the door, immediately breaking into a run when they saw who entered.

"Papa!" They shouted in Unison, and Pyotyr knelt down and gathered them into his arms.

"Oh! Svetlana! Anastasia! How glad I am to see you," He murmured, trying not to let his voice be choked too much by the tears of relief that rose to his eyes.

"Papa, why are you crying?" Svetlana, younger than her sister by a few minutes, asked meekly.

"I am crying because I am so relieved to see you and your sister again, my dear," He answered.

"We're happy to see you too, Papa," Anastasia said in her turn, "Even if you couldn't make us Clam Chowder tonight after all!"

Pyotyr chuckled at that, despite himself. Anastasia was nearly as forward as her mother, sometimes.

"I am sorry for that, both of you," he said. "but I promise. I'll make it for you as soon as I get back."

"But you ARE back, Papa!" Anastasia insisted.

"For now, yes," Pyotyr said, and now he held them both before him, at arm's length, a hand on each of their shoulders.

"But I'm going to have to go away for a while. No longer than a week, if I'm lucky."

"Why, Papa?" Svetlana was the first to ask, eyes wide.

"Well, you know the stories I tell you, of when Papa and Mama used to sail togther?" Pyotyr said, waiting for the girls to nod before continuing, "There's a few people who didn't like some of the adventures we had back then, and they've been chasing your mother and me. We think they might have kidnapped your Mama, and they want to kidnap me. So I'm going to go make sure we're all safe from them."

"Oh!" said Anatasia, "Are you gonna fight them to save Mama?"

Pyotyr sighed, "It may come to that, yes. But don't worry. I'm coming back, alright?"

"Fear not children, And Sleep in Peace," Enkhjargal sang from the behind Pyotyr in the doorway, "For Enkhjargal Qalli shall sail with him! I will protect both him and your mother, and return to Lominsa safely and sound."

Svetlana's eyes were brimming with tears, but she looked up at Enkhjargal with a small smile, "Thank you, Mister Enkhjargal," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I like Mister Enkhjargal, Papa," Anastasia said matter-of-factly, "His voice is really pretty. Maybe I should start singing everything I say too!"

Pyotyr chuckled, "Well, we can discuss that when I get back. Maybe I can teach you a few more Sea Shanties."

Anastasia beamed at that.

"And what about you, Svetlana?" Pyotyr said, turning his gaze to his quieter daughter, more prone to introspection, her heart more tender than her sister's, "What do you want to do when I come home?"

"I-I-" she whispered, then threw her arms around her father, "I want to go home, Papa."

"And we will, Svetlana," Pyotyr said, feeling his heart breaking into pieces, wrapping his arms around her in return, "We will, I swear it. My sweet Svetlana."

After a moment, he disengaged from the poor girl slightly, to reach into the satchel at his waist, producing two small dolls, dressed as proper swashbuckler queens, "Here, darlings. I stopped by the house and got you a few things. I'm leaving this pack here, but I wanted to make sure you got them."

"Priscilla!" Anastasia shrieked happily, and snatched up the doll in blue, hugging it happily. The doll dressed in a red jacket, Svetlana took more properly, but she hugged it just tight.

"There, you see girls? You have Priscilla and Merlwyb to keep you company, just like at home. I know it's going to be tough, but you're both brave and I'm so proud of you. I'll be back as soon as I can to take you home, and I swear, we'll have nothing but your favorite meals for at least a week!"

Anastasia and Svetlana both nodded at that, and Svetlana leaned in to hug her father tightly one last time, followed by Anastasia.

"I love you girls," He whispered, "I'll be back."

"We love you too Papa," they said, and Pyotyr stood up, and with one final smile, walked back out the door, knowing that if he stayed another moment, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Enkhjargal and Pyotyr walked back down the hallway in silence for a moment.

"I swear to you, on all my honor," Enkhjargal sang, "Your daughters will be kept safe and well fed. Maggie McGee, one of our number, a mother herself, will watch night and day."

"Thank you," Pyotyr spoke, his voice husky, "I... thank you. Svetlana's such a dear sensitive little girl, she'll be heartbroken for days. Anastasia is good at looking after her, but they're both in such an unfamiliar place, and she might be frightened too. We've lived in our apartment above the fish market since they were three years old, you know? I havent spent more than a night away from them since they've been born."

"You are acting bravely, to secure their future," he sang, "In that there is no shame, though sadness you feel. They will be safe here, while we journey to Moonglow, to save their mother, and stop cold the Hand."

Pyotyr nodded, and on his lips murmured a small prayer, "Navigator, Blessed Llymlaen, if ever you answered one of my prayers, let it be this. Keep my family safe, and let me be reunited with my daughters, all of us hearty and whole. I pray!"

And so Pyotyr and Enkhjargal exited the small warehouse side door, to embark on an Unexpected Journey, the fate of his family hanging in the balance.

#ffxiv #original characters #fanfic #final fantasy xiv

0 notes

schicksalserbe · 7 years ago

Text

I am posting a small shipping PSA since it seems I have to clarify a few things; and if you are interested in reading the detailed information, you can find it under read more. It is detailed, so I do hope that there are no further questions concerning this! uvu

First of all: I am shipping trash. As much as I love platonic things and whatnot, I also love the fluff and the angst belonging to ships. Besides, having fluffy ships can be so very stress relieving and I think this is very helpful to me as of now. So one could say it is not like I am not interested to ship with many different people here, but please note the following.

I am fully aware that Magnai will express interest in many (particularly female Au’ra) muses, since he is actively seeking his Nhaama. He has achieved anything in his life – has gained honor and build up an impressive reputation let alone that his tribe fully trusts him as their khan – but he had not yet found someone to share this life with. It is not his utmost priority, since his tribe is still so very important to him, but he will not hesitate to check the boundaries – and any possible interest of the other person.

He is canonly not interested in all, there is a certain type he prefers and a type he dislikes which I’ll probably write out as headcanon very soon – but he will often declare someone’s muse as his Nhaama at first, or at least would. It is – kind of – the reason why I am trying to avoid such situation since I do not want that someone takes advantage of it. By no means – if it is ic for your muse, please do not feel forced to change her behavior because of this! I just do not want to see that someone is forcing a ship onto me then, just because Magnai is kind of dense when it comes to love. He has canonly rejected women being interested in him, by the way, so this will be a thing.

>Chemistry is required; I am selective for many, many reasons. I will never ship without chemistry, period. If these two just feel awkward for me, I cannot write it – let alone come up with headcanons for this ship. The reason why I am also so very selective is because I am a very dedicated ship partner; you can spam me 24/7 and I will not be bothered by you; and I will also spam you a lot. My ships usually last very long – and I am not willing to ship with someone who does not want the development and the plotting.

So if you are literally just trying to get into my muse’s pants I have to disappoint you; I am not such kind of roleplayer. I can do pre-established things, of course, but I am not roleplaying this muse to kiss and…do other things with literally any blog here. This is neither my comfort zone since I am a very serious writer nor do I have time for that. I would literally not be able to handle so many shippartners – and to be honest, I care a lot for them. I don’t want to make them wait for weeks just because I am already so very occupied with real life.

> I am ship exclusive. I will just ship with ONE blog per muse when it comes to canon-characters. I do count the WoL to this as well, unless you are a different kind of WoL who does NOT follow the ‘canon’ storyline as such.

For the reason of why, there are two reasons. First reason: to avoid drama. The second reason: I am scatterbrained, I literally cannot ship with like 2-3 different portrayals since I am ALWAYS matching my headcanons with my shippartner for our ship-verse, and if I ship with like 3 blogs of an npc, I’ll end up being extremely confused and stressed. The second reason is also the reason why I am mutually ship exclusive.

OCs – which means any OC which is NOT a WoL - does not count to this. I am accepting an unlimited amount of OCs, so to speak, since…well, they are OCs and very unique. I would still appreciate it if I am the only Magnai you’re shipping with then, though dasfdjkhf.

>Smut won’t happen on this blog unless the sun explodes or something. Some people are willing to smut in public and some are not – I cannot say I am uncomfortable with it, but due to past experiences I am simply no longer publishing any smut on my blogs. I will write it in private only and I am comfortable with it – but only if both muns agree. It is no requirement for a ship. But if smut is literally all you want then you should not consider shipping with me. I prefer plotting; I will not smut for the sake of smut but always add a plot to it.

>Please tell me if you want to ship – I am actually still pretty chill. Just don’t be a creep. I know I am an extremely slow roleplayer – but don’t be too scared to approach me for plotting and whatnot, that is usually the fastest way to ship with me. It doesn’t necessarily take weeks even; my last two ships literally happened in only two days. Like, I started to talk to the mun in ooc and two days later we were shipping. As long as there are hints of chemistry and I click with the person in ooc, it can happen quickly! >I cannot stress it enough that I have social anxiety and am a shy potato in ooc. Unless I know you well I will scarcely ever approach you in ooc; I am usually thinking I am bothering people if I talk to them ajksfhgsf. So I am currently extremely overwhelmed; reasons why I make this PSA to hope that people take it slower. But please, please never twist your muse’s personality or think I am like??? not open for shipping anyway because??? safjhgsa Yeah, just don’t do that. Roleplay like it makes you comfortable, speak to me like an adult and we’ll be fine! ;w;

I am sorry to drop this essay here, but I am feeling a bit overwhelmed lately. I am more or less posting this for my own comfort! Thanks for understanding <3.�� Also: let’s Magnai find his Nhaama 2K17.

#ooc tbt #psa tbt

5 notes · View notes

lunarbranded · 5 years ago

Text

SHIPPING INFO !! ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yes. Unless the rules page says that I’m exclusive with someone, I’ll always multiship.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: WoL/Zenos, Thancred/Happiness, G’raha/Magnai (I blame Ian).

TAGGED BY: Stole it. TAGGING: Steal it and tag me.

#;;about urianger: archon

0 notes

humblemooncat · 2 years ago

Text

*Tosses this old man at you*

I want to eventually introduce my other rp characters/OCs here, so I figured I'd start off with my favorite besides my WoL, Ki'to.

Backstory & other info under the read more 'cause it got lengthy. xD

This here is Seire Greystone (formerly Jehantel when he'd adopted his mother's name), bastard son of House Dzemael and youngest brother to the now retired Count. Though his mother had traveled to Ishgard for a while, he was born and raised in Ul'dah. He learned much in the Jewel of the Sands, mainly the merchants' trade and how to source and make his own jewelry.

As his mother forbade him from traveling to Ishgard, he made himself a cozy little spot in the Sapphire Avenue Exchange for many years, though ever questioning why he could not visit his homeland. At age 25 he was finally told why. Though this only served to fuel his curiosity; he'd seen and befriended children born of illegitimate means before, why would it matter over there? Still, he heeded his mother's pleas and stayed.

When she had eventually passed a couple years later, curiosity once again got the better of him and he made his way north.

After settling in to the home he had bought with his savings, Seire finally decided to explore the city. Only to see an all too familiar face; one of his frequent customers, and apparently manservant to House Dzemael, "sent" to keep an eye on his mother and eventually him as well. (Y'all can't tell me the Dzemael's wouldn't be that petty. They absolutely would)

Though he was determined to become a Dragoon, as his mother used to tell him stories of the Azure Dragoon which fascinated him to no end, his old regular had other plans for him. The man enrolled him in the Scholasticate, knowing full well if he became a man of the cloth he would bear no other children of Dzemael blood into the world. Though originally threatening his mother's life if he did not join, he'd soon realized from his demeanor that she walked Halone's halls. Instead threatening to reveal him as a bastard to the entire Holy See. Now, Seire had no clue that that was not as much of a threat as he made it seem, but with his mother's warnings in the back of his mind he conceded.

Not only did he join the Scholaticate, but passed with high honors at the end of his schooling and was extended a hand to join the clergy. Upon chancing to hear of the manservant's dismissal from House Dzemael however (and knowing now he was acting alone), he refused, having no further need to play this game.

Though his faith in Halone was strengthened, he still knew he would better serve her with a lance in hand. So he trained for years to eventually take up the dragoon's mantle. And faithfully did he serve against the Dravanians for many years, and made many an alliance along the way. By the end of his service he was endeared to both House Haillenarte and Fortemps, and even took up the latter's mantle as a knight for a while before he would finally retire at 50. Though what little good it did as he took up the lance again at Count Edmont's behest for the crescendo of the Dragonsong War.

It was then, after man and dragon joined hands once again, that he finally knew peace.

Other Info In case y'all are curious and/or want to rp sometime!

Age: 51 Race: Wildwood Elezen Patron Deity: Halone, The Fury Gender: Male, He/Him Height: 6' 10" Server: Zalera, Crystal DC (Though I hover around Ishgard on Balmung and Mateus most often) Open to walk-ups? Yes Open to venue & event invites? Yes Open to shipping? Depends; It would have to be an older gentleman like him, as he is a gay ol' boy who's not interested in anyone much younger or older than him. (He also rather enjoys Au ra if you've got one who'd be interested)

If there's anything else you're curious about in regards to him, by all means send me an ask! (Or, if you want to target any asks from my ask meme reblogs at him, just mention it's for him so I know!)

I have one other OC on Dynamis I'll introduce at a later date; she's a peach that I'm sure y'all will love. I figure I'll trickle them all in eventually. o/

If you read this far, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this old boy as much as I do. As reward for your patience, here is what he looks like in my mind's eye (Just without the scar; If you know the artist btw, please tell me! Reverse image search came up empty!)

#Seire #Seire Greystone #ffxiv oc #ffxiv #Boy I wrote a lot more than I expected #He's always open for RP btw!

1 note · View note

autumnslance · 3 years ago

Note

Character Meme: Haurchefant! (If Haurchefant has been done already, Foulques!)

I'll do both! Starting with Our Pal:

Give me a character and I’ll break them down:

HAURCHEFANT

How I feel about this character:

The truest of friends, bestest of bros, and someone who truly saw and believed in the WoL. Perhaps a bit of hero worship, but it came from a genuine place.

I didn't make much note of him at first--my very first run of Central Coerthas in ARR was frustration at Ishgardian nonsense and the experience point gap that existed at the time; I was having a rough go of things. Haurchefant doesn't even figure into any cutscene moments at that point. The patches and HW itself very quickly fixed that and made him a figure to pay attention to, when he was so genuinely pleased to see the WoL and help them out again.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Warrior of Light. All of us.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

His friendship with Francel is so important to everything that makes him who he is by the time we meet him.

His interactions with his family are fascinating to think about and we only get glimpses.

I love the idea Haurchefant, Estinien, and Aymeric are all friends even before the WoL gets involved; the trio all have various things in common, and two of them at least are personable enough to make it work (and drag Estinien along while he tries to pretend to not enjoy himself).

My unpopular opinion about this character:

He's much more than hot cocoa and unrelenting cheer.

His death was one of the few well-written and presented and timed ones. The narrative elements work, much as it hurts--it's a good reason why it hurts still, actually, in a different way than other characters with clumsier demises we still get angry about.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

More interactions with the family and Francel in HW. More seeing some of his rougher side, his anger, how he deals with it to fuel his kindness and compassion.

---

FOULQUES

How I feel about this character:

A tragedy showing some of the ugliest sides of Gridania; all the city-states have their flaws but oh boy...

He deserved a second chance, and was denied it. He'd internalized the wrong lessons about strength and courage, fundamentally misunderstanding them in his search for understanding and meaning, only frustrating himself further.

He could have been better helped, but while Ywain meant well, his own blindspots in how the city-state's bigotry shaped Foulques and his situation kept the guildmaster from really knowing how to, and led to things escalating.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I really don't have any, though I've seen good OC/Foulques ships out there, rare though they are.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

His rivalry and almost-friendship with the WoL came close; we tried to help.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Given the story they present for Gridania, Foulques' tragic tale is a mirror to the Archer story, where we deal with the bigotry from another angle. Foulques is the result of what nearly happens to Leih and Silvairre, had their stories turned out a touch differently at various points. Given the presentation of Gridania, both guild stories are needed to paint the picture of how ingrained the awful view points are, to where even good people like Ywain and Luciane are stymied by the way it's shaped them.

OTOH I'm tired of fantasy stories making clumsy attempts at giving us transparent allegories for real world bigotry when the writers have similar blindspots as the characters, and often feel like they "have to" add it to stories to be "realistic" because people can't imagine a world without the same kinds of prejudices we deal with in reality--and that some people may really want or need to escape it, not see a coat of paint tossed over what some outside perspective thinks their lived experiences look like. Especially when it's as heavy-handed as it is in early Gridania.

There are other ways to create conflict that don't involve making the traditionally darker skinned groups purposefully oppressed second class citizens--and then ignoring that aspect of the story for a decade because you've made the leaders we regularly interact with entirely oblivious to and ignorant of it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

That we had been able to help him and Ywain reach an understanding--it felt like communication was passing each other, not connecting--and actually helped him, not have him, out of so many other class NPCs, die; even villains like Doesmaga don't get the treatment Foulques did!

That if he does have to be the class NPC that dies, it's a better one than getting freaked out and falling off a cliff. Or that we could have learned later that he didn't die after all, that someone found him, nursed him back to health, showed him genuine kindness, and then he coulda shown up in the HW or StB DRG quests to help us out, a changed man.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Prompts #Haurchefant Greystone #Foulques of the Mist

39 notes · View notes

yetanotherfanficblog · 4 years ago

Text

Unexpected

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Characters: Pyotyr Ilych (Male Duskwight Elezen WoL OC), Mhardraga Drystelakwyn (Roegadyn Sea Wolf OC)

Rating/Warnings: T (Sexual Situations, Implied Violence)

Summary: Around 20 years before he joins the Scions and gains the title of Warrior of Light, a young privateer gets some news that will change the course of his life forever

---

"Oi! Ilych! Cap'n wants to see ye!"

The first mate's rough voice echoed through the hold, to the corner where Pyotyr was currently involved in the rather delicate operation of mixing up a fresh batch of gunpowder. He startled, nearly dropping a rather potent mixture, and only barely catching it at the last minute, he laid it aside very carefully before he turned to answer.

"Seven Hells, Slafsryswyn! Ye could have made me blow up half the ship!"

"But you didn't now, did ye, pretty boy?" The Sea Wolf grinned at him.

"Bah, I guess not. I'll be there soon as I stow this shite."

Slaf raised a hand in acknowledgement and climbed back to the upper decks as Pyotyr busied himself with tucking away the fresh batch. They weren't expecting any more combat until they docked back in Limsa, but they'd nearly depleted their stock taking on that fat Garlean transport, and you never knew when one of their magitek contraptions would show up looking for revenge.

Still, that was a worry for later. With everything put away, he stopped by the rainwater barrel, scooped up a cup, splashed a bit to clean the powder from his hands and face, and reached up to undo the bandanna around his head, letting his long, luxurious hair fall around his shoulders. It was admittedly harder to keep it looking good out at sea, but damned if he didn't try, putting aside part of his share of every haul for special Uldahn oils, keeping a fine bone comb and brush in his personal belongings. And came close enough to succeeding to earn the moniker pretty boy, at that.

With his toilette attended to, he grabbed the ladder out of the hold, bounded up the stairs to the upper decks, and soon stood to knock smartly on the door of the captain's cabin.

"Enter!" her voice barked from behind the thick red door, and Pyotyr opened it, stepping in quickly and closing it behind before turning to grin and fire a casual salute at the captain, "You wanted to see me, Captain?"

The captain sat behind her dining room table, fingers steepled in front of her face as if deep in thought. She broke the pose to gesture to the chair across from her, "Ilych. Sit down, we need to talk."

Pyotyr's face fell a bit, noticing the somber, sober look on his captain's face, a look she rarely put on even in the depths of battle, "Everything alright, Captain?"

"Seven Hells, Darlin, I ain't even sure how to put it." She slumped a bit in the chair, now letting one hand fall to the table as the other cradled her forehead for a moment.

At the sound one of her pet names for him, Pyotyr's stance loosened a bit, and he leaned over to clasp her free hand in his own, "Whatever it is, Mhar, I'm here. You tell me who's throat I gotta slit or who's boat I gotta sink, and I'm on it."

Captain Mhardraga Drystelakwyn raised her head to smirk at Pyotyr at that, "Damn it, Pet. You know I like to do that shite myself. Anyway, it ain't about someone else, not really. It's about us."

"Us...?" Pyotyr looked, lips pursed slightly, eyes shining.

"Oh, don't give me those Dodo eyes, Darling, it ain't even about that. It's... Well, Gods damn me, I'm pregnant."

"Oh, well, that's not too bad, I'm sure we can-" Pyotyr's mouth ran full speed ahead for a few seconds before his brain caught up, "Wait. Pregnant?"

Mhardraga sighed, "Aye. I've had my suspicions fer a few days, but I had Doc come by and check a few things. Ain't many other explanations fit the signs."

"Well. Blow me down. That's. Unexpected..." Pyotyr leaned back in his chair now, his eyes widening as he stared at her.

Mhardraga shook her head, crossed her arms, "Ain't that the understatement of the century."

A Moment of silence, Pyotyr scratched the back of his head, then spoke, "So. What do you want to do?"

"You mean after I keelhaul the Chemist what sold me that bum batch of lambsbane?" She chuckled, "Well. That's the rub, ain't it? Ye know me better than almost anyone on this ship, sides from maybe Slaf. Ye know I ain't the mothering type. I like my freedom. I like to go where I will, do what I want, plunder and explore to my hearts content. Only thing I've ever wanted. A Kid wouldn't really do well with that, y'know?"

"So. After ye visit the chemist, ye visit the hedge witches?"

"Ugh. Maybe, but Doc thinks I might be too far long to just flush em out safely too. Hard to say. Maybe I need to carry the kid out, and if they come out alright, I'll see I can find an orphange on shore to take 'em in."

Pyotyr frowned.

"I know that look, Ilych," Mhardraga reverted to his "serious" on deck name, but his voice was full of fondness, "What're ye thinking?"

"I don't know Mhar, I ran with a few Orphans, back in the day. I saw what their lives were like, heard some pretty bad stories bout some of them orphanages, bad food, bad beds, angry old asses for caretakers, an' everything. I'd have a hard time, knowing my flesh was being put through that."

Mhardraga sighed, "Maybe, but what choice do we have?"

"Well. I could go ashore. Raise the kid meself."

"Ilych?"

"Listen, Mhar. I know it sounds knee-jerk an all, but... I love this ship. You and Slafs and Doc and the Powder Monkeys and everyone. You've been the best bunch of mates a tar could ask for. An' in some other world, I coulda stayed on this ship til it sunk or I lost my sea legs. But it ain't my life, not like it is fer you. I came out here to lose some heat and 'cuz just about every Limsan street rat tries their hand at it sooner or later. You're out here because this is what ye were born to do. You deserve to be out here. You're the best sailor, the best captain, the best skirmisher, the best carouser, the best, well, damn near everything a pirate should be! And you don't deserve to have to give that up just because some crooked Chemist decided to give you a bum lambsbane order to save himself a few gil! So. Let me go ashore and raise the kid. I'll do right by it."

"You sure about this, Pet? It'll be a lonelier sea without you."

"And I'll miss you, Mhar. I will. But Limsa Lominsa always was my home. I still remember every inch of her back alley. I still know every dive bar and fighting ring. I still miss sitting on the docks next to the fisherman's guild and watching the boats come back in with their catches, or picking pockets down at the Bismarck. Maybe it's about time I went back anyway."

"And how will you feed the brat? Hell, how will you feed yerself? You know if you stay with me I'll keep you rollin' in treasure til your dying day."

Pyotyr chuckled slightly, "Aye, you would, I know. But I ain't helpless either. I've kept the ships books for a few years, and between mixing gunpowder and helpin' Doc out with poultices, I know my way around a chemist's lab alright. I could probably get a job with the Arcanist's guild without too much trouble."

"Ugh. I suppose you're right. You always were too smart for your own good."

"Aaaaaand. If I get enough pull in the guild, and you needed to get something through customs..."

"Pah, where's the fun it that? There's no challenge in just finding some crooked inspector! 'Sides, it'll be my kid you're raising too. I may not be interested in being a mother, but I'm not gonna beggar my own kid by getting their father clapped in irons. I'll smuggle it in the old fashioned way."

"Fine, fine. But the option will be there. You can take the pirate out of the sea, but you can't take- wait, you can't- Um. Hm, that metaphor made more sense in my head. Anyhow, I'll still be a Privateer. Til Death."

Mhar chuckled, "Seven Hells, I'm gonna miss you, Ilych. You were a good lay and a better crewmate, and I won't let no-one say different."

Pyotyr grinned, "Luckily, I've had no complaints in either department."

"Ass."

Pyotyr laughed at that one, raising his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay. I deserved that one. But you still got a few months before the kid comes, right? And you got me til then, if you want me."

"Course I want you, Pet. Don't be silly. We'll take these months then, and we'll squeeze everything we can out of 'em. We'll remind the Garleans why they fear the name of Pomona's Privateers. I might need a few months to recover after popping this baby out, and I don't want them to forget in the meantime."

Pyotyr smiled, "Aye, Captain."

A beat,then Mhardraga spoke again, "You got any duties right now, Ilych?"

"Nothing to speak of Captain. I should brew up a few more onzes of Gunpowder, though..."

"Oh, Hang the Gunpowder. We ain't gonna see any action between here and Vylbrand anyway," She said, and leaned back in her chair, one hand reaching lazily up to undo the buckles on her waistcoat, "So. Why don't you stay here, for now? I could use the company."

Pyotyr smiled again, softly, and rising from the table, he gave a mock salute before coming round it to the other side, "Aye, Captain."

#ffxiv #fanfic #original characters #pyotyr ilych

0 notes