#Kann-E-senna

[roegadynroost]

O come ye wayward brothers, Bereft of hearth and home, Beneath yon burning star there lies A haven for the bold. Raise up your hands and voices, Let fill your hearts with pride, Above the churning waters we Stand strong and unified. We blessed few, born from blood, With tired hands do toil To shape this rugged land of ours And build a home for all. Beyond the silent watchmen, Upon the great loch's shore, Now stands a mighty citadel Our rock forevermore. To ye who help your brothers, Shrink not from Rhalgr's flame, But those who scorn their fellow man Shall surely share his pain. Though storms of blood approach ye, Hells open, Heavens weep, No goodly soul need ever fear The measure of His Reach.

♪♫

[motheatenscarf]

I can see that the EW healing role quest is gonna involve Ala Mhigo, which means Lyse, Raubhan, Fordola, Arenvald, maybe even Nanamo and Pipin!

Given that for Shadowbringers, the healing role quest was also the best one there, I'm gonna save this one for last so I can go out on a high note.

Started out strong with mage dps because Aymeric is a real character with a rich internal world they spent an entire expansion selling me on and I care so much about what happens to him and Ishgard.

Bit of a nosedive from there in emotional payoff into ranged dps because uh... yeah, I've said my piece on that.

Kept level with melee, which was serviceable but uninteresting.

And now onto Tank, which in Shadowbringers was my least favorite role quest, and also takes place in Gridania, my least favorite city, with Kann-E Senna, my least favorite leader... GREAT.

[ievaxol]

seikecred + 23 please :D

send me a prompt

23. carrying the other one in their arms

"I have him," Seike snarls where she's hunched over Thancred's lifeless body. "I have him."

It's unclear whether she means it as a warning or a prayer because Thancred is already long gone, a candle snuffed. His head lolls back onto her arm when she adjusts her grip, his features slack in a way that sends her gut roiling with primal fear.

I have him because surely she wasn't blessed with strength for something unseen to claim him from one second to the next.

I have him because he found her in the frostbitten wilderness and extended a hand.

I have him because she had to.

Kann-E-Senna rushes over — too slow, Seike bitterly thinks to herself — and extends her hands to do what Seike has already done, to confirm what was already evident and where the fuck are the healers?

"Don't touch him," Seike manages to grind out, pushing herself to her feet.

"Seike!" Y'shtola barks in admonishment.

She doesn't stop or look back as she starts towards the wing where she vaguely remembers private chambers being located, knowing the other Scions will be one step behind her.

Through her palms she keeps up a low but steady flow of healing aether even as she knows it won't work, that he is simply not there anymore and no amount of aether can mend a wound that doesn't exist.

Thancred's weight could rival a mountain's, so still is he, so heavy is his lack of response.

[rsenak]

A Realm Reborn - 3/?

[bingqiyin]

GUYS LET PIPIN WIN HES AWESOME AND WHAT DID MERLWYB DO??

SHE LET US GET FRAMED FOR REGICIDE. BECAUSE DEFENDING US DIDNT BENEFIT HER.

Before u go but she’s pretty let me remind u. She threw us under the bus. Motherfucker.

This shit is personal.

ANYWAY RANT OVER NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PERSONERS

[harrycollins]

Man, the more I think about it the more I understand how fucked up Gridania and its governing system is. Like, the Elementals hold an immense power on the citizens and threatening them with Greenwrath if people defy their will. While only the Seedseers and some of the Conjurers would be able to hear them which means they can twist the will of the Elementals however they want. 

[savothesewercat]

Black Shroud Rehearsal

[voidsentprinces]

Solus zos Galvus: And who opposed van Darnus's conquest?

Gaius van Baelar: It would appear she was opposed by the Eorzean Alliance. One Kanne-E-Senna, Nanamo Ul Namo, and Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn.

Solus zos Galvus: ...I swear you just made that last one up.

Gaius: Nay, the Roegadyn particularly from La Noscea have the naming conventions of their own languages! A mixture of lingustic novelty and proof of legacy.

Solus: Like?

Gaius: Your radiance, the Admiral of the Limsa Lominsan forces is flanked by her right hand man, one; Eynzahr Slafyrsyn as well as the Marauder Guild's leader, Wyrnzoen Saelsmyndsyn!

Solus: Okay, Gaius. You need to stop saying words and expecting me to know whatever the fuck it means. Is there anyone with a simple name?

Gaius: Aye, some Roegadyn from a different tribe are simply named after adjectives and nouns such as Curious Gorge.

Solus: Fuck it, I am going to war with the Eorzea on Principle for their silly names.

Ghost of Azem: Says the man who was Emet-Selch, colleague of such characters as Emmerololth and Igeyorhm. Do tell me how the glass houses are, OH GREAT FOUNDING EMPEROR SOLUS ZOS GALVUS!

Solus: Shut the fuck up, AZEM!

[matrixdragon]

First he's so happy to see Chocobos, I go awww... then he says 'mothercrystal' and I'm certain we're about to have to apologize to Kanne-e-Senna...

FFXIV x FFXVI collab FF14xFF16 collab

[sincerelyxserotonin]

Can someone please name the Wood Wailer who follows Kann-E-Senna around? I’ve fallen helplessly for the man.

[inviouswriting]

A Hand to Hold

Prompt from @downwithwritersblock ‘s February challenge. This burned in my head and I am glad I got Aymeric for this one. I’m making this one a fem!WOL..

I enjoyed writing this one. I love writing proposal drabbles most. And something for Valentione’s! I hope you enjoy reading it as I did writing.

The song in here is Fireflight’s Wrapped in your arms. I wasn’t going to put lyrics to a song then this one popped on and it fitted so nicely that I included it.

Edit: To include the song link. https://youtu.be/BXbX9wUFxYI

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Valentione’s is a day of romance, an event that comes from Ishgard. You are dressed in the outfit you got from the emissary, a rich blue and black dress that hugged your frame nicely. The cold of Ishgard is probably not the best place to wear it though. You carry a chest with you as you walk through the frozen streets.

You walk with purpose through the Congregation, after being let through to see Aymeric. When you see your love, he is already smiling as you chose his color and it looks amazing on you. 

“Praise Halone, My dearest love, you are looking radiant today.” He stands up from his desk and greets you with a full hug and places a kiss on your cheek. Aymeric presses his palm to your face and strokes his thumb across your cheek afterwards. You see the token you wove for him and it warms your face along with the subtle scent of spearmint. You almost forget the reason you are there.

“Thank you, Say Aymeric... how busy are you today?” You place the chest you have on his desk careful to not crush any of the parchments on it. 

“I am not busy at all today. Why do you ask?”  Aymeric looks at the chest then back at you.

“Would you join me... for a few of the events at Valentione’s today?” You look down at your feet when you ask, ready for him to decline. You feel his hand tilt your head back up and are greeted with his warm smile and kind yet beautiful eyes.

“I’d be delighted to join you!” He places a kiss on your lips, he is thankful you asked him.

“Would you give me a few minutes to tie some loose ends. And is this for me?” He gestures to the chest, and you nod.

“I hope it fits.” You hint it is for him to wear. A brighter smile.

“I shall try it on for you. Pray, would you grant me the chance I asked to take care of things?” You melt into his hands petting through your hair. Your chest beating wild, the chill on your shoulders still there. You nod and turn to take your leave of the room.

You wait in the foyer of the congregation, next to the burn barrel for heat. Talking with Lucia.

“I’ll keep things in check while you steal our lord commander away.” You briefed her on your plan for the day, having her support. Lucia has become a great friend to you and biggest support in your relationship. Explaining mannerisms that were unusual when you first started dating with Aymeric. The courtships from Ishgard. 

“Thank you, it means a lot.” You smile and you both turn your head hearing the gate to the lift open. Aymeric steps out adjusting the gloves on his hands from the outfit you gave him. The men’s Valentione’s outfit fit him more nicely than you admit. He looks like it was made for him. The blue, black and white complimenting him. 

“There you are. Shall we be going then?” He gives you that smile reserved for you, but seeing your eyes glued to him. He breaks you out of it by taking your hand.

“You look nice, Lord Commander.” Lucia comments, and earns her own smile from him. 

“Thank you. It fits surprisingly well.” He looks over himself, it was a richer blue than what it was. You had dyed it a more royal blue to fit his taste and for the House Borel colors.

You are blushing a little too much, and feel Aymeric tilt your head up. “Is it too much?” He asks, and you shake your head no.

“No, I’m just a little surprised at how well it suits you.” You take his hand, and hold it as he leads you out to make your way to Gridania. Using the Aetheryte crystal, you hold his hands through the teleport and instantly are relieved from the chill of Ishgard into the warmth of Gridania.

The walk through Old Gridania has you both taking time to enjoy the sunlight and scenery. Through the walk Aymeric takes your left hand and laces his fingers with yours, his thumb passing over your ring finger a few times rubbing it gently.

Once at Mih Khetto Amphitheater, you take your time to join in on other adventurers running around and beckoning people to join the different sides. Surprisingly with Aymeric a few more ladies joined the blue side. 

You both slow dance a little on the stage, finding a few spots to enjoy the music in the air, and feel at ease in his arms as you gently sway with his rhythm.

You find Kann-E-Senna and are greeted with her grace and smile. She hints that you two try the labyrinth that was set up. Aymeric speaks briefly with her, while you set things up for him and you. When you return, Aymeric is waiting for you patiently, taking your hand again as you both are led to the location.

Once in the garden area of the Sanctum of The Twelve, you both are breathless at how stunning the place is. The moogles talk about your affinity, and how to be careful of straying too far from each other in the maze.

Is this the whole picture Or is this just the start? Is this the way you love me? You're capturing my heart

 You both are surprised when you’re pushed into different chutes, you landing ungracefully on your feet, and Aymeric stumbles a little himself. He looks at you from across the hedge and smiles with a shrug.

A bracelet has been fitted onto your hand as well as Aymeric’s, there you understood the magic of affinity, as it tethers you to him. You both move closer feeling the strain on it, he is on the left side and you on the right.

I used to try and walk alone But I've begun to grow And when You tell me just to rest I'm finally letting go, I let go

He moves first through the long way, then you. Minding the pull of the tether, that feels like it is your very love for him being tested. Patience as you both wait for each other, feeling the tug harder when certain areas of the maze stretch it too much. You both return to each other and take each others hand across the hedge giving each other loving smiles.

Getting through the maze even with a few stuns from the guard moogles. When through the last threshold, and able to embrace each other again, you do. Feeling how your love was tested, you even share a brief kiss.

And I'm here to stay Nothing can separate us And I know I'm okay You cradle me gently Wrapped in Your arms I'm home

The next test, you both had little trouble doing with the puzzle. Finding it enjoyable to run between the cards and link them together once you memorized them. On the last platform you both are judged and you hold your breath burying your face into Aymeric’s torso waiting for the fate to be said.

“Favorable!” You sigh in relief, and feel Aymeric chuckle a little. He wouldn’t let a moogle tell him his relationship with you was unfavorable. There is a moment after the trials ended, and you find yourself sitting with him on the grass next to a pool of water. 

I'm seeing so much clearer Looking through Your eyes I could never find a safer place Even if I tried

“By the fury, This was a lot of fun.” Aymeric has your face in his hands littering kisses on it. You hum from each kiss, and are getting lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes. They beam with pride, and you scoot closer.

“I had fun too, I am glad.” You give him your own beautiful smile, and see his face turn serious for a moment. He takes your left hand, and holds it up to his lips pressing a kiss to the back of it as he reaches into a pocket. 

All the times I've needed You You've never left my side I'm clinging to Your every word Don't ever let me go, don't let go

You noticed he has his token pinned onto his clothes, the gold and blue weave you had stitched. Your eyes go to the box he pulls out, then to his face. Surprise on your face as he clears his throat of nerves.

“We have been together for a while now. You have given me so much, and I have been blessed with such a beautiful soul at my side.” Aymeric starts, and keeps his eyes locked in yours.

“I felt your anxiety through the maze, while we were linked. I would like to quell that fear.” He hands you another box placing it in your hands.

And I'm here to stay Nothing can separate us And I know I'm okay You cradle me gently Wrapped in Your arms I'm home, I'm home I'm wrapped in Your arms

You take it and open it in curiosity, a ring. This one is large and made of white gold and sapphire. You look up at him, and hold it towards him, and Aymeric has the other box open. The ring in it is smaller and looks more of your size. It almost mirrors the one in your box but a gold and sapphire.

“I said a while back when you gave me my token. To be patient for me getting us rings. I know my answer has not changed when you presented me it. But I don’t know if yours is the same. Praise Halone it is. Will you honor me with staying by my side, through marriage and ere after?” As Aymeric spoke he watched your face, the raise of your eyes, and how your eyes light up in realizing what he is asking. You feel your heart thud in your chest, and can see on Aymeric’s face that same hope when he first asked you for that drink that started all this.

“I would be honored to marry you.” You scoot even closer, and promptly pounce into his arms. He winds his arms around you and lifts you to place a kiss on your shoulder. He buries his face into your neck holding you as tightly as he can. Your own arms wrapped around him as if you let go he would slip through your hands.

And I'm here to stay Nothing can separate us And I know I'm okay You cradle me gently Wrapped in Your arms

You both pull back to fit the rings onto each others hands. Aymeric taking your hand long enough to place a kiss over the ring in place. You mirror and do the same for his. You press your face against his hand nuzzling it. You almost miss the endearing and loving look he gives you. Aymeric lifts your head with his hand under your face, you look up at him, he is brushing your hair out of your face to place a full kiss on your lips.

You return this kiss, and almost sob into it from the overwhelming feeling in your chest. Aymeric is gentle with his hold around you. You feel protected in his arms even as you kiss him breathless.

You look at him after you part from the kiss, and feel your eyes being wiped by a thumb. You didn’t realize you were crying, and smile sheepish. You take his left hand in yours and hold it, and he holds yours. 

“I love you, my dearest. You have made me the happiest I’ve ever been thus far. Praise the Fury you said yes.” You smile warm, your face feels like it hurts from all the smiling.

“I love you too, my dearest Aymeric.” You say, earning him looking at you with a blush.

A hand to hold, is the hand you trust your life with in his. You both share another kiss.

And I'm here to stay Nothing can separate us And I know I'm okay You cradle me gently Wrapped in Your arms I'm home, I'm home

[the-imperial-nuisance]

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you: Papalymo, Krile, Alisaie, Y’shtola, Kann-E Senna, Thordan

Looks like a cinnamon roll, IS a cinnamon roll, but could still kill you: Unukalhai, Alphinaud, G’raha Tia, Artoirel, Haurchefant

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: Tataru, Minfilia, Honoraint, Nanamo

Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll: Ardbert, Thancred, Yugiri, Vidofnir, Raubahn, Estinien, Ser Aymeric, Lucia, Yda

Looks like they could kill you, MIGHT actually kill you: Elidibus, Urianger, Midgardsormr, Hraesvelgr, Ysayle, Merlwyb

Looks like they could kill you, WOULD actually kill you: Igeyorhm, Varis zos Galvus, Thordan’s knights, Lahabrea, Nidhogg

Sinnamon roll: Nabriales, Emet-Selch, Emmanellain

[matrixdragon]

This was also the man behind the political movement in Sharlayan that led to them abandoning their colony in Dravania and returning to their island, leaving their former allies in Eorzea to stand against the Garlean Empire alone. And then he insults Kann-E-senna here as just as bad as the Empire for daring to defend herself, when she has nowhere to evacuate her nations people to.

he's been here for two minutes and i'm already sick of his holier than thou horseshit

hey Fourchenault, while you and Sharlayan do nothing and evil triumphs, that rigid, stupid fucking pacifism crumbling into bloodsoaked dust, at least you can smugly pat yourselves on the back that you stuck true to your guns. cowards to the last whimper

[brightlilies-a]

——— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 !

▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : albi’to mahzu ▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : default: taken ( /dotes at @oasisbow ) / au: single ▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : echo, acute sense of smell, does kindness count? ▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : orange / blue. ▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : berry red, white highlights. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : ohri’to fhorga (deceased), albi mahzu, matar mahzu, albi’a mahzu (deceased). for his immediate family. ▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : deneb the red chocobo, cehyor the nutkin (since stopped travelling with). less pets, more companions... or pests, in cehyor’s case. ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : senseless cruelty and willful ignorance. ▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀��𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : dancing, cooking, playing pan-flute, stargazing !! ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : many people. ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : many people. ▌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : cliché, yes, but a wolf. ▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : letting himself get pushed around / unwilling to stand up for himself. ▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : thancred (until shb, bc he started seeing him more as an equal), kann-e-senna (though he’s loath to admit it.), minfilia warde. ▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :  bisexual ! ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : he doesn’t understand marriage really (or rather, the point of it is more accurate. ‘why need something saying you’re with someone if you can just be with them’ logic.). wasn’t raised with it as a staple in his culture, so while he knows what it is, he doesn’t think about it often. kids, however, are something he knows he wants, but he doesn’t feel like it’s in the cards yet. too many threats that’d pull him away, and he’s seen what happens to adventurers’ kids at menphina’s arms, so... later. he’s still young. (: ▌𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 : being alone, zenos standing over him, uncontrolled flames. ▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 :  easy, breezy, beautiful... he puts more of an emphasis on comfort and how well clothes breathe than a typical warrior might. he prefers things that let him move well, especially now, so a lot of his wardrobe covers less, shows more skin, and fits pretty well. unless it’s leisure-wear, then it’s all pretty much oversized, despite him being a pretty big guy for a miqo’te.  ▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : @oasisbow !! and his dads @sectnocturnal & @amberenigma !! ▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : he’s kicked in the door and already assumed you are friends until you tell him that you’re not. okay, not really, but he’s very open to making friends, will talk someone’s ear off or listen to their woes, and never pass judgement unless asked of him. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄 :  apple pies are the best, but he’ll eat any pie, really. even if it’s burnt. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : apple juice or apple cider. he likes both. ▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : il mheg at night, honestly. it’s a land that resonates so much with him, and his only complaint is that there aren’t more trees to climb. but the flowers look lovely under the moonlight. ▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : he’ll stay on the shore, thanks. ▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : people that try really hard and have goals for themselves? is that a type? because that seems to be his type. ▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : camping !!! he’s an outdoor cat.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 :  @oasisbow ( ty !! ) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : ........... you !! bc i got this meme last i think...... so five finger discount it off me and say i tagged you (:

[reassambled-dragoon]

OC Questions: Storm Dancer

@starrypawz posted this, and it’s too damn good for me to pass up. BECAUSE IT’S LOOOOONG, IT’S UNDER ZEE CUT

On a scale of “is occasionally forced to bathe” to “Instagram model with sponsors to hoe for” how involved is your OC’s Skincare routine?

-She keeps herself clean, but becoming Eorzea’s Next Top Model is about as high on her list of priorities as shooting for Emperor of Garlemald. AIN’T HAPPENING.

What are your OC’s food preferences (flavors/textures/spiciness/calories/ when and how they eat) and how did they get that way?

-SPICY SPICY FEED HER SPICY SHE FUCKING LOVES IT. She’s a 7′3″ brick wall of Hellsguard who leads a very active lifestyle, trust me, give her All The Food and let her roll. She burns through calories like nobody’s business (especially in the Warrior of Light verse).

What’s something pointless/petty/unimportant that IRRATIONALLY ANNOYS THE HELL out of your OC?

-FUCK. ISHGARDIAN. HIGH HOUSE. POLITICS. WITH A RUSTY JACKHAMMER. AND FUCK GRIDANIA TOO WHILE YOU’RE AT IT. (Her family was from the outskirts of Ala Mhigo. She gets a pass, okay? Kann-e Senna lovers DO NOT INTERACT)

What’s your OC’s response to being asked for money by a homeless person?

-Screw just giving them money, she’d get them some nice warm clothes, blankets, and take them to dinner so she can find out exactly what they need and help them out.

Does your OC get lost easily? What do they do when they do get lost?

-Not very easily, but when she does, she looks for her own trail again (and if she gets caught in a sandstorm or blizzard or some such, she finds shelter and PARKS IT until the storm passes).

What would STOP your OC from Doing The Right Thing in a tense situation?

-Someone hurting her family/friends/allies. If the enemy throws the first punch, she’s so beyond done playing nice.

Realistically, could your OC (in their normal circumstances- i.e. at their own house/battlecamp/spaceship etc.) keep a small child alive for a week if they had to?  A Dog?  A Houseplant? A rock with a  smiley face painted on?

-Absofuckinglutely.

If your OC had to take the S.A.T. tomorrow with one night to prep, how would they do?  both emotionally and academically.

-”Fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything.” -sets it on fire and walks away-

What would cause your OC to chose to do something petty/pointlessly cruel?

-Petty? Oh, if anyone shoots their mouths off about war refugees. Pointlessly cruel? I’m not sure she’s capable of that.

On a scale of “Complete and Justified nervous breakdown” to “Conquer The Entire Galaxy and become an Immortal God-Emperor”, how well would your OC handle being abducted by Aliens?

-”Oh no you don’t, there’re people back home that need me, so either you come back and lend a hand, or--oh, you need my help? Fine, listen here, you want my help, you help me.”

What song is 100% guaranteed to get your OC beyond turnt and will be sung loudly and embarrassingly, either in public or the shower?

-...look listen whoever brought the Baby Shark song to Storm’s attention is directly responsible for this damn mess.

What perfectly-normal-to-them-thing does your OC do that confuses/pisses off/terrifies their neighbors?

-SHAMELESSLY VAULTS OFF ANY AND EVERY HIGH SURFACE BECAUSE DRAGOON, BITCH

Under what circumstances would your OC appear naked in public?

-dear sweet zombie jesus how much booze did she have this Heavensturn

What thing did your OC’s parents do that your OC wishes they had a better explanation for?

-Storm has no idea why the hell her dad insists on calling himself Old Man but here we are.

How often does your OC “zone out” or do things on autopilot and how severe have the problems that have arisen from that been?

-She’s gotten clonked a few times when the Echo hits, but that was when she was younger.

How strong or weak is your OC’s Impulse control? What’s the worst thing that happened because of their Impulsivity or inability to be so?

-WoL Storm basically adopted all of the core Scions as well as Arenvald (and yes, that includes the Levilleur twins, no it doesn’t include Papalymo because he’s Storm’s age), so you friggin’ tell me. RP Storm has a tendency to adopt every stray she finds. I SEE NO DIFFERENCE. Honestly the worst thing is like, someone like Thancred arguing that he’s only ten years younger than she is so she’s not allowed to be his mother, to which she calmly says the next time he sasses her he’s grounded.

How does your OC sabotage themselves?

-Storm refuses to admit she needs help until she’s literally on the ground unable to move.

What’s the trashiest item in your OC’s wardrobe, when was the last time they wore it and why do they still have it?

-a really hideously ugly oh my god why does this exist and who got the knitter that damn drunk Starlight sweater. She still has it because everyone’s reactions to it add years to her life, okay?

How Dehydrated is your OC right now? Are they going to fix this?

-Storm just stares you dead in the eye as she downs a glass of whiskey and chases it with a massive mug of coffee.

What’s your OC smell like?  no, not that “Vanilla and Anxiety” evocative stuff, realistically.  Body odor? what have they been touching all day? When was their last shower? Did they put on any kind of artificial scent?

-She usually smells pretty clean unless she’s been fighting or working hard. As soon as she’s able, she takes a shower or a bath. If her gear is dirty, she cleans it inside and out. Probably the grossest items she has are her boots and gloves, though she does her best to keep the insides from getting narsty. Usually Storm smells a bit like good leather and maybe a hint of good whiskey and coffee. (Hey, just because she doesn’t want to be a model, that doesn’t mean she’s going to wallow in offal and gunk.)

[vergess]

I just realized you have finished all the Stormblood patch content, and I can now send you my favorite posts about that content that I'm pretty sure you haven't seen before. If you'd like that, what would be the best way to do it? Reblog them all? Drop them into tumblr messenger?

@ me in the reblogs so I have an excuse to say dumb shit about fucKING ZENOS in public

Also all the other characters.

Watching all of these people I respect completely rhetorically shit themselves at the Peace Suit.

God fucking damn.

I understand after that, exactly why these damn fools completely believed giving a teenaged man his own independent army branch was a good idea.

Not a goddamn one of them understands how to engage in diplomacy with anyone they aren't already allied to.

LOOKING AT YOU AYMERIC, YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER, I LOVE YOU BUT GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER IT'S BEEN LIKE A YEAR EVERYONE KNOWS YOUR DAD'S IDENTITY HOW ARE YOU SO WEAK TO THAT

Fucking Merlwyb being surprised someone pointed out she's a fuckdamn pirate, holy mcgillicuddy.

Kann-e-senna almost managed to make A Point, and then folded like a deck of cards under a single disapproving glare, like, ma'am. Ma'am no.

God, they think they need the WoL's dumb ass, but no. I just blow shit up real good, and you've got alternatives there.

Alphinaud is literally the only politician on two continents.