#None of them are WoLs

[ffxivaltaholic]

FFXIVMixedMay - Day 1: Introduction

A brief summary about my characters:

Jellal: Ala Mhigo born, former conscript and Magitek Engineer, the Miqo'te Seeker specialized as a sniper during his combat years but has since settled down a bit, gotten married and taken up bounty hunting. He has a gruff and stand-offish nature but is loyal to those he holds close and will protect them at all costs, even the annoys ones... His main vice is smoking, but he's cut back significantly thanks to his wife. Currently he has a workshop set up that allows him to work on various magitek projects and weapons. Tlalli: TBA (Pronounced Tah-lee) I will be expanding upon her once Dawntrail has dropped and I have more Lore. She is spicy :P

Diarmune: Gleaner, author and Seedkin specialist, he is a sweet well mannered scholar born and raised in Thavnair. Son to a silk maker and tailoress, he has developed a wide range of skills over his fifty-five years of life. Having been across multiple continents in search of rare and desired plants and flowers, as well as studying various seedkin from around the world. His specialty is Morbols, having even raised one of his own as a companion creature and study it. Her name is Dahlia. He speaks with a Thavnarian accent and has a very smooth tone, though sometimes he can talk a little too quiet. Not a fan of sweet, he instead loves spiced foods with lots of flavors and some heat. His mother makes the best curry, according to him.

Ame: A child of Doma, she was born into nobility but was forced to face the world after her home was razed to the ground. Sheltered and with no real survival skills she relied heavily on her partner to help navigate this dangerous world. Determined to help, she was introduced to Astromancy and pursued it over the years in the hopes of aiding others and doing her part. When not at the infirmary she runs the Pink Lotus Tea House and Cafe. Ame has a very motherly nature and often takes on the role of therapist in her company. Her favorite color is pink.

N'akani: Born to the 'N' tribe she fled her home as a young teen after her father, the Nuhn, was murdered under deception from a rival, and she was taken as a reward. Living as a street rat in Ul'Dah she survived on wits and trickery, eventually getting out of her life of thievery and catfishing and settling into a more stable life with her partners. She is obsessed with gold, be it the color, the coin or anything that is shiny and opulent looking. If it's gold, she wants it. While N'akani has some combat training she is not a fighter by trade, and lists her career as Make-up Artist and Body Painter, specializing in henna style designs, glam and theatre makeup. Flirty and very friendly, she can be deceptively sweet, especially if she wants something.

Isanii: Steppes born, she trained at a young age as a priestess and midwife among the Kagon tribe, however after her brother went missing she set out on a journey to find him that took nearly ten years. In the end she succeeded and through her journey also met her mate. She is a sweet bubbly woman, and while she may not be the most clever creature, the Xaela makes up for it in being a very kind and loving person. She is currently learning how to read. The most time consuming task in her day is combing through her incredibly long hair, and she has a penchant for sweets and treats. Due to her strong moral grounds as a priestess, Isanii will not lie, which can occasionally lead to some awkward conversations. She suffers from an autoimmune condition and often falls ill, forcing her to live a fairly docile life due to her weakened body.

Tsirae: An Ishgardian Knight, he is the youngest of four sons, but the only Bastard, and shares a father with the other three. During the Dragonsong War he fought along side his closest friends and lost many during the battles, leaving him scarred across his body from the conflict. After the war had ended he would lend his sword to the resistance in Garlemald. Quiet by nature, Tsirae has a noble demeanor and tries his best to always be an upstanding person and embody what being a Knight should be. To protect his home and people, to be honorable and respectful and always maintain his sworn morals. When not in armor, he runs a jewelry business with his partner, that had previously belonged to her father and his, however they have recently retired and signed it over to Tsirae and his partner.

Zhira: A woman who gambled her way to the deed to her ship, Zhira is a Pirate Captain and lives her dreams of the open ocean with a faithful crew and a beautiful ship at her command. She is stubborn and devious in nature, with an eye for expensive items and a strict code, one she enforces on her crew as well. Despite being pirates, she will not deal in the trafficking of lives. Goods and contraband is fine, but not lives. Fiery and loud, she has a presence among her crew and they often would run down other pirates and loot their ships. Currently she has an agreement with the Maelstrom that keeps her out of trouble, but there are always new adventures on the horizon.

[dawnslight-aegis]

4. the emperor - stability, structure, authority, masculinity, protection

(others)

[shalpilot]

every time a character says kiril isnt from the steppe i pull a pro gamer move of covering my eyes and going lalalalalalalala i dont see it i dont see it lalalalalalala

[meowww-ffxiv]

Btw Yukinko is moving on after EW lol.

I think for him, what I'm going to try to do is tell a story of partings. A complete parting, free of regrets, where you miss what you had but you were at peace with the fact that it had ended.

Mordred tended to struggle a lot with endings, even though he'd learned to accept it. Liios doesn't have the mental capacity to really process them or care enough to process them in a way...

So I'll do this with Yukinko. Not just with Zenos, but with his past and the pain he harbored there.

[lem-argentum]

SO I KNOWW i definitely don’t need any more ff.xiv characters but UMM. NEW DAUGHTER her name is saber :) <3

[keykidpilipili]

Patch ARR repeating that Ilberd is a famous adventurer and saying the wol of all people should understand what it feels like to be used.

Hmmm hall of the novice trainer/mentor Ilberd in ARR for a little supplement income. Kairi EX maybe the wol citing him as reliable coach for sprouts to aspiring adventurer Wilred for extra pain.

[mothwingwritings]

Alright steam, I'll bite. Why did you feel it prudent to recommend me the game 'Magic Pussy Chapter 1'?

Ah, I see. It all makes sense now. Thank you.

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

friendly reminder that my self-inserts are not OCs (I know that other people count theirs as such, and that is absolutely fine, but mine do not count as such)

[haellen-o]

more genderbent haellen

because he's kinda pretty and also that shirt and turtleneck is already a 10/10 on regular haellen. ofc its gonna be great on male haellen too

[queseraphita]

I have so many themis thoughts bc i go what if a dragon and a martyr fell in love, both died and came back forgetting each other, then meeting again as enemies.

[menphinaswhitemage]

Arc 3: Ancient Forests - Log Excerpts pt. 2

 || Going forward into the forest, you eventually see another glimmer in the woods.

|| Slightly different, still very powerful. You feel uneasy looking at it however.

*The crystal is disturbed*

 || As the rest of the party discusses important strategy, the two gremlins poke the crystal. It shimmers to life

|| You sense something, standing right in front of you near the tree.

|| They seem familiar. A little girl.

|| The figure stands in front of you smiling.

 || The figure stands there, you aren't sure if it's actually lookin *at* you, but it giggles at something.

 || The figure point's ahead, talking to something as it looks back in the parties direction "Come on! Hehe!"

|| The sound of a bird song cuts through the forests' quiet from the other direction. A Magpie sits perched upon one of the branches, fluttering its wings as it meets the party's gaze."

As the magpie continues to sing out, the figure simple waits for others to follow. The figure points in one direction, away from the magpie.

*A party member shatters the crystal*

 || The figure dissipates. The crystal shatters, but no pain is felt. The magpie continues to sing.

*The magpie is followed*

Proceed to Route A

[sezja]

Maybe Ishgard deserves to burn, just a little bit.

[equinoxbloom]

Fleeting Friend

[FFXIV Write 2024 | Day 3 | Tempest]

The rain fell in a torrent, a cleansing rush from the heavens, and turned the dusty roads to mud. It wasn’t monsoon season, but the levin darted white and purple across the sky. She tucked her knees to her chest, bare toes wriggling against the smooth wood underfoot. She had not stayed a night in the Bokairo Inn in… how many years now? She exhaled, long and slow, and the sound disappeared into the percussion of the storm. Even under the shelter of the eaves, the wind whipping in from off shore skated across the surface of the hot springs and set long hair lashing against her cheeks.

“Imagine my surprise, seeing you step off that ship. Nearly that of seeing you in Ishgard,” Kyokuho was saying, his voice half lost to the gale. It was hard for her sensitive ears to focus, but it afforded them privacy too. Not that their familiarity was a secret. Rather, she had the sense that it was easier for her traveling companions to simply accept she’d arrived miraculously from the East and who, or what, she’d been before they’d pulled her into their fold was fine left at a distance.

She didn’t blame them, really. There was only so much humanizing anyone wanted to engage in when it was rapidly becoming clear she would be sent off to die again and again. Because she wouldn’t die. Because anybody else would be better off if they did. It didn’t really matter if they cared about her on some level. It might be worse if they did.

“It doesn’t rain like this as often in Eorzea,” she said. Kyokuho paused - he’d been saying something else - to stare at her, lips parted. 

“You haven’t changed at all, have you?” he laughed, quiet with a passing affection that settled familiar over her shoulders. He’d always been so quick to call someone, ‘friend,’ and to mean it. Years hadn’t snuffed that warmth; she’d felt it, instant and sure, when he’d recognized her under the wide brim of her hat in the lamplight of the Astrologicum.

“I like to think I have, a little.” It would have been unkind to the memories of those she’d lost if she’d not been changed. He didn’t know the half of what she’d seen. He didn’t know the half of what she’d done. “It doesn’t snow here like it does in Coerthas.” But she was still just herself, as singular and impotent as that felt.

“Does it feel like home across the sea?” he asked. She rolled the thought over once, twice.

“The storms are different, but they still feel familiar. The dark nights still feel familiar.” Where she was speaking of, exactly, she wasn’t sure she could have answered. She had been told the places she would exist. Here and there. Had she found home in anything that wasn’t fleeting? Minfilia’s welcoming embrace. Haurchefant’s warm hand around hers. The weather that descended, violent and aether rich, and stole her breath away along with the rest of the world. Wind, snow, levin, rain.

“Have you found companions you trust? Miss Leveva seemed fond of you.” He kicked his legs over the edge of the engawa, letting the water spilling from the sweep of the roof drench his ankles. “I worried about you when you left,” he said. She frowned. He was younger than her by a couple years. He’d felt like a child when they’d parted ways. In truth, she’d never considered them close. She’d never considered anyone close, besides her brother.

“I have,” she said, though, and found she meant it. The sensation coiled deep in the pit of her stomach. A fragile happiness, a resounding dread.

“And the goddess…” he began, and she shifted to push a finger against his lips. In the rush of the storm, their words were lost as quickly as they were spoken but she stopped him still. The storm wind howled along the hall and set the folds of their hakama fluttering. 

“The rain will leave as quick as it’s come,” she said with a fleeting smile. He nodded slowly. And so will you.      

[sebille]

( Don't send me spoilers, please. ) Emet-Selch bringing Y'shtola back from the lifestream was cool - Idk if we were supposed to feel any kinda emotions regarding her being gone or if it was just to have us glimpse into the sheer power of Emet-selch but eh

[exhumedicarus]

attempting to figure out some sort of design for mirabilis's azem, i cannot draw however so i'm using ffxiv's character creator instead

[ferrocyan]

ok this one i can do as a text version

tart->honey: i think youre a cool person and i admire a lot about you and after the turmoil my life has been in for months being around you is the most normal ive felt being myself

honey->tart: ew do you like, actually genuinely like me? why??

metem->tart: i think youre really cool and you make me feel like i have hope in doing some good with my passion

tart->metem: ew do you like, actually genuinely like me? why??

this is so so funny to me i just cant. i need the next installment Now

if i could make relationship charts easily on mobile ohhh the shit id be pisting about. no one would be able to stop me