#Tlaloc Tezcacoatl

[that-cameo]

What Does Your Heart Look Like?

@sajiri​ tagged me in this quiz, so here we are doing it with Tlaloc. Thank you for the tag!! <3

A Compass That Doesn’t Waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

A very fitting result, in my opinion. 

Tlaloc always wanted to be an adventurer, even well before he became the Warrior of Light. Becoming the Warrior of Light was a dream come true for him in the beginning. As time has passed, and especially through Shadowbringers and Endwalker, he has really tried to be a pillar for those around him. His goals are to protect the ones he loves and that has come in the form of fighting endlessly. I think it fits very well the warning to be wary of tearing yourself apart because he would rather work and fight to the very bone before letting anything else get the better of him. He is, if anything, determined, and it shows in how much and how hard he is willing to fight. 

[smoking-serpent]

A dungeon queue went off right in the middle of this, and when I came back this cool purple fog had rolled in.

I think I'm just going to start a series called "Local Dragoon Likes Jumping Off High Things".

[previoussmokingserpent]

So, I recently played through the Scholasticate Quests...

...And wrote a little thing that probably took place sometime during the questline. This is the first little fic I’ve posted, so, here we go I suppose. Maybe a small introduction to what my WoL is like. 

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“Hey!” Tlaloc snatched the front of the kid’s shirt and yanked him forward, nearly off his feet. He lowered his voice so only the hyur could hear the low growl in his ear. It wouldn’t do to have everyone hear the Warrioir of Light make threats to youths. “If I see you within fifty yalms of him again I’ll break every bone in your face, understand?”

“Yes! Yes! Let me go!”

The monk dropped the young man and he bolted after his compatriot, who was already halfway down the street. The elezen behind him, a Scholasticate student, got up, dusted himself off, and stared up at the Warrior with wide eyes. Tlaloc dropped the intimidating expression before turning around to give the young man a concerned look.

Ever since exposing the truth of Ishgard’s history, the entire world of the Scholasticate members and students had been shaken to its foundation. With the revelation that their works could be flawed and based on false teachings, the divide between the students and the citizens had only widened, and it had widened enough to allow violence to begin to slip through. Despite their work to salvage relations, it seemed an impossibly daunting task. A task Tlaloc found himself in the middle of far too frequently, separating fights both on the streets and within the Scholasticate itself.  

“Thank you, sir.” The young elezen bowed courteously.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I think so.”

The knees of his pants were scuffed, a strip of his robes was torn, and a bruise was already beginning to ring his eye, but other than that he did seem to be okay.

“I can walk you home if you’d like,” The Warrioir offered. “Keep them off of you.”

The young elezen shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I can make it back alright. Thank you again for your help.”

He turned to walk away after another nod. 

“If I may ask,” Tlaloc called after him, “What house are those boys from?”

He seemed hesitant to respond. “They’re from House Dzemael, sir, but I don’t want any more trouble. If you go there to talk to the Count there’s nothing stopping them from coming after me, or everyone else, again.”

The boy wasn’t entirely wrong. Tlaloc could speak with someone at house Dzemael, but it held no guarantee for the students’ safety. The boys he’d found attacking this one would know who snitched, and if they found it in themselves to seek revenge they would be at liberty to do so. However, the number of scholasticate students finding themselves heckled and attacked as of late weighed on Tlaloc’s mind, and if he could do anything to help, he would do it.

“They won’t. I promise you.” He gave the kid a soft smile. “Take care of yourself, you hear?”

The elezen smiled back. “I will, sir, thank you!”

He watched the Scholasticate student run off. He promised the kid the others wouldn’t come after him again, but that was easier said than done, especially considering the prominent influence of students from House Dzemael within the Scholasticate itself. Tlaloc alone couldn’t deliver on that promise. He was much better suited to breaking up fights than he was dealing in matters of diplomacy with political figures. Fortunately, he knew someone who was.

He tapped his linkshell and began walking in the direction of Dzemael Manor. “Hey, Alphinaud? You’re smart. I need a plan.

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[smoking-serpent]

Here's my giveaway entry!

I love the Manderville Mambo much more than I should. But, it's my favorite emote, so I thought my favorite Manderville Mambo screenshot would be fitting! I have an ungodly amount of screenshots of my boy doing this one, but this is the only good staged one I have.

The rest are all me goofing with this emote in dungeons, so...

Another giveaway

In honor of the upcoming end of the world (and me reaching 200 followers), the prize this time will be the emote /playdead or the new flower shower emote, depending on your feelings on the matter.

How to enter:

You must reblog with a screenshot of your muse doing an emote of your choice (no posing crime allowed)

Additional entry:

Like the post

Deadline:

July 1st, 8am (GMT+2)

Open to:

Old and new followers

Not open to:

Giveaway blogs

The winner will be picked randomly so don’t be shy about your screenshots, it’s not a contest. I just like seeing people’s muses and it feels less anonymous that way.

Please make sure to enable direct messages on Tumblr. I’ll contact the winner through them. If I don’t have a response withing 48 hours, I’ll pick someone else.

Good luck everyone!

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💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Tlaloc is actually quite affectionate with both friends and lovers (he doesn't really interact mush with his family). He's definitely more physically affectionate than emotionally affectionate though. He is always willing to give friends a hug or a high five or a fist bump or a pat on the back or whatever sort of interaction they want, and will initiate if he knows the other person will be comfortable with it.

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Semi-heroic, dramatic shots in the rain? Of course.

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I commissioned the wonderful @windup-dragoon​ and got this adorable pic of my boy!!!

Look at him!!! I love him!!! 

They did an amazing job, thank you so much!! 

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The Qestir aren't a tribe of words. They believe all words are lies and so, it is through your actions that you must "speak" with them.

Well, he's trying to get his point across with actions, and how better to do that than by bowing to the pretty lady?

[smoking-serpent]

6 and 18 for prying questions.

6. If your muse could erase a single event from their memory, would they take the opportunity? What would they erase?

That's a tough one. I don't know that he would choose one. Being a Warrior of Light, someone who stands for so much, it's important to remember what you and others go through, good and bad. They build you as a person and help shape who you become.

18. What is your muse’s favorite part of their job or their everyday life?

Tlaloc's favorite part of his job (being the WoL) is meeting so many people through his adventures. He loves making friends and allies and helping people in every capacity. His favorite part of everyday life would probably be whatever his call to action is for that day. He really loves to be needed, so when somebody says "Hey, we need you to do this," or "Can you help with that?" He's all over it. It gives him a purpose throughout the day.

[that-cameo]

"I can't- we keep moving, I- I just want to punch good, please- I CAN'T, I HAVE DIRECTIONALS- PLS STAHP!"

To all tanks, new or old.

Please be mindful of your monk in dungeons.

Please don't be like this one I had where he just spun in a circle despite me asking.

We're just trying our best

[smoking-serpent]

Played

Guess who has one half-baked ship for their WoL and is self indulgently struggling starting to try and write for it. I don't usually write... romance, if that's even what you can call this. But, it's here, I'm giving it a shot, and I hope you enjoy it.

Tlaloc stepped to the side as a young Au Ra boy in yellow robes charged at him with his lance. Well, it was more of a stick they had picked up along the way than it was a lance, but the boy came at him as if it were nothing less than the real thing. He barely dodged the charging child, who shot past him.

A war cry sounded out from his left and he looked just in time to see another little girl step up with her own weapon. She brought the total up to four. Four children here to “train” with him, all wielding sticks and determination.

“You’ve surrounded me!” Tlaloc cried. “A brilliant tactical maneuver!”

The smallest girl, only coming to reach the elezen’s knees, shouted to her companions. “Let’s get him!”

“I won’t go down easily!”

The children piled on him as he drew his own lance. A barrage of sticks smacked against his armor with resounding clangs, earning even more attention from the adults throughout Reunion. Tlaloc had originally come with the Mol to help them deliver some wares, cans of sheep milk and baskets of wool, to sell from their little settlement. He’d been sidetracked when one little boy had stopped to ask him questions about adventuring.

Now, four little adventures were wailing on him mercilessly, one of which was wearing his helmet. He blocked a few blows here and there, but let the rest make contact, stumbling back a step or two when one of stuck a “critical hit” on him.

Finally, one child struck true, stabbing through a small chink in the plates to the mail below. Tlaloc made a show of letting his lance fall to the ground, dropping to his knees in the grass.

“Alas! I’ve been slain! You’re too strong, even for the mighty Warrior of Light!”

And with that, he flopped onto his back in defeat.

Cheers of victory echoed through the little village as the children ran off, now fighting each other. Clearly, the rush of the battle was still with them. Tlaloc was familiar with that feeling. He knew it in the way his hands shook with exhilaration and his chest heaved after every fight. He waited until the shouting and the clacking sticks faded into the near distance to open his eyes.

He expected to see the sky. He did not expect to see blue eyes staring back at him. Cotota stood above him. He couldn’t see her mouth past the mask she wore, but the corners of those blue eyes crinkled slightly; just enough to let him know she was smiling.

He smiled back and offered her a small wave. Tlaloc suppressed the urge to say hello, as he did every time he saw her. The Qestir way of silence still did not come naturally to him. Despite his friendly nature and their openness to those who accepted their ways, he struggled to communicate with them in a casual manner. He fared well enough when he had a specific reason for working with them, but, much to his chagrin, that was where the effectiveness of his non-verbal language skills came to an end.

Which meant he still hadn’t figured out how best to talk with Cotota.

The Qestir woman extended her hand down to him in an offer to help him up, despite being almost half his size. He accepted, bending down to retrieve his lance once he was upright again. He brushed stray blades of grass off the weapon and moved to sheathe it again when he noticed those blue eyes traveling the length of it. He paused.

Tlaloc might not be able figure out communication her way, but maybe she could figure out his. He gave the lance a spin and a twirl, then held it out to her.

Cotota’s eyes widened slightly at the offer. She hesitated, looking between the Elezen and the weapon before finally taking it from his grasp. He let go of it gently as she acquainted herself with its weight. It was light as far as lances went, but the weapon was also twice as tall as she was, which would make it, at least, a bit unwieldy for her. Maybe more than a bit.

He moved half a step back as she held it out, searching for the balancing point. She let it teeter forward and backward a bit, then glanced over at him. He wasn’t entirely sure, but it seemed she might be asking for permission. He nodded.

The Qestir gave the lance an experimental spin, and he could see from the moment she lifted it from the ground she hadn’t quite adjusted enough for its height. The blade’s tip struck the ground and bounced back up, causing her to grip to slip as her wrist involuntarily twisted back around. She scrambled to catch it, and she did, just before it landed in the grass. Her gaze snapped back up to the Warrior, eyes wide, as if she was worried he might be angry with her.

Tlaloc smiled and waved his hand slightly, as if to literally wave off her anxiety. She straightened back up as he stepped over to her and quickly held the lance out to him. He didn’t take it. Instead, he took the weight of it in one hand, considered the lance in her grasp for a moment, then used his other hand to slide hers to a better position. He tapped the place her hand now rested, then stepped behind her.

He continued to support the weight of the weapon as he gently guided her through the motion with his arms around her, making sure the adjustment would account for her height and strength. Then, Tlaloc moved back in front of her and gave her a nod.

Again, she let the lance teeter back and forth a bit as she judged the new hand placement. Then, she spun it again. The tip whipped only mere ilms from the ground, but with the sheer size of the weapon, it was all they could do make it wieldable for her. Her eyes widened as it made a complete revolution and when she looked back at him, Tlaloc could tell she was grinning.

He grinned back and clapped for her, to which she responded with a short curtsey. Cotota spun the weapon again and it seemed to the Warrior that she was already picking up on how to handle it. The Qestir gave it one more twirl before settling in a fighting stance, lance aimed in his direction and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

He took a playful step back, raising his hands in mock panic. She stepped toward him and he scooped a discarded “lance” off the ground, twirling the stick expertly before coming to a defensive position in front of her.

Tlaloc barely had time to react before she took a lunging step forward, swinging the lance around toward his feet. He only managed one half-step back. The shaft of the lance caught his ankle, sweeping it out from beneath him in one swift expert maneuver. Tlaloc’s remaining slipped in the grass as his weight pulled him forward, and he found himself on his hands and knees in front of her.

Cotota stood above him victoriously, lance planted onto the ground and standing tall like a victory flag. That mischievous look in her eyes had multiplied tenfold and she was grinning from ear to ear.

She’d played him.

The Warrior of Light looked up at the Qestiri woman standing above him, jaw slack for a moment. Then, he shook his head, unable to stop the amused smile spreading across his face. She gave the lance one expertly executed spin, then extended her hand to help him up once again.

Tlaloc might not have been able to communicate well with her, but Cotota had certainly found a way to communicate with him.

[smoking-serpent]

Warrior of Light? Of Darkness?

 Doesn’t matter. I’ll rise up either way.

[smoking-serpent]

You’re probably not supposed to jump from here, but you know Dragoons. Always yeeting themselves where they’re not supposed to be. It’s into water, he’ll be fine.

Messing about with Gpose in Kugane.

[smoking-serpent]

👩‍👩‍👧 for a childhood headcanon

👀 for a personality headcanon

👻 for a fear headcanon

👩‍👩‍👧 Tlaloc wanted to be an adventurer since he was a kid. His family wasn't into the idea, but it was his only life goal, one he achieved even before he became the Warrior of Light.

👀 He (at least in his own opinion) is easy to get along with and strives to be friendly enough to be approachable.

👻 Tlaloc's fight or flight response turns invariably toward fight. If you startle him, you had best be prepared to dodge a punch. Or two. Or three.

[that-cameo]

Look. Look, okay. I just... I just I love him so much that I need to share him, so here he is. My Final Fantasy XIV Warrior of Light, a good, good monk boy.

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Details: Tlaloc Tezcacoatl

STATUS —

💰 financial: // filthy rich / wealthy / comfortable / modest / poor / destitute

👑 class: // aristocracy / upper / middle (Aside from being the WoL he does adventure for a living) / working / poor / enslaved

🏥 medical: // fit / moderate / sickly / disadvantaged / disabled

🎓 education: // advanced / post-secondary / vocational /secondary / primary / none / self-taught / other

💣 criminal record: // yes for major crimes / yes for minor crimes / yes but wrongfully accused / none / has committed crimes but hasn’t been caught

FAMILY —

🏠 circumstances: // orphaned / fostered / adopted / raised by other relative / other (He was raised by his parents but spent a lot of time with relatives because of where they lived)

☯ kinship: // close with family / not close with family / antagonistic with family / disowned / has no family / doesn’t know family / family is deceased / other

💗 relationship status: // married / divorced / widowed / in a relationship (not canon yet) / it’s complicated / wants a relationship (canon) / doesn’t want a relationship / indifferent

🚼 children: // has at least one child / wants to have children / doesn’t want to have children / can’t have children / indifferent

TRAITS & TENDENCIES —

♦ extrovert // introvert // balanced // contextual

♦ disorganized // organized // balanced // contextual

♦ close-minded // open-minded // balanced // contextual

♦ calm // anxious // balanced // contextual

♦ cautious // (Very) reckless // balanced // contextual

♦ disagreeable // agreeable // balanced // contextual

♦ leader // follower // balanced // contextual

♦ empathetic // indifferent // balanced // contextual

♦ traditional // modern // balanced // contextual

♦ optimistic // pessimistic // balanced // contextual

♦ hardworking // lazy // balanced // contextual

♦ cultured // uncultured // balanced // contextual

♦ loyal // disloyal // balanced // contextual

BELIEFS —

🌟 faith: // monotheist / polytheist (He believes they exits, but he's not really a worshiper) / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated / other

🔮 belief in ghosts or spirits: // yes/ no / not sure / doesn’t care

🌈 belief in an afterlife: // yes / no / not sure / doesn’t care

🌿 belief in reincarnation: // yes / no / not sure / doesn’t care

👽 belief in aliens: // yes / no / not sure / doesn’t care

philosophical: // yes / no / sometimes

GENDER & ATTRACTION —

👤 gender: // male / female / nonbinary / genderqueer / agender / other

👀 attraction: // straight / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / asexual / aromantic / demisexual / not sure / other

💕 romantically: // adventurous / experienced / jaded / curious / neutral / inexperienced / naive / reserved / indifferent / repulsed

🏩 sexually: // adventurous / experienced / jaded / curious / neutral / inexperienced / naive / reserved / indifferent / repulsed

ABILITIES —

💬 communication skills: // excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

☠ combat skills: // excellent (He loves fighting)/ good / moderate / poor / none

📚 literacy skills: // excellent / good (being around the Scions helps) / moderate / poor / none

🎼 artistic skills: // excellent / good / moderate (He's picked up a few instruments and can sing decently) / poor / none

🔨 technical skills: // excellent / good / moderate (He can catch you some mean fish, but that's about it) / poor / none

HABITS —

🍸 drinking alcohol: // never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess

🚬 smoking: // never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess

🍰 indulgent in food: // never / rarely / sometimes (not nearly as much as he wants) / frequently / to excess

💊 recreational drugs: // never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess

💲 splurge spending: // never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess

🎲 gambling: // never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Tagged by @bard-of-light

Thank you!!

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