#and then after that: endwalker \o/

[starry-kingdom]

i made trust portraits for him :)

[mmorpg-escapism]

God, talk about shitty first impressions. Fourchenault is now another name on my growing list of punchable faces...

As a player? I hated this for the twins. Fathers are supposed to be guardians, protectors and guides of their families. We've seen a decent (but still imperfect! which is good for the characters) showing of that with Thancred and Ryne. Fourchenault's approach to the Twins feels like the writers looked at that good relationship and went "...but what if we didn't?"

(Cool Camera Angle stuff below the cut, it got long again)

Like, physically, his design is cool! You can see where the twins get some of their features. And I miiight be partial to that hairstyle, since Besany started Endwalker in it (she's in the banner on my blog :D).

But that's where my admiration falls off a cliff. He at least has the sense to be nice during the initial greetings, but when business starts... He's icy.

(Aside, I'm 1000% sure that folks who've been playing since 1.0 got way more out of the nod to Louisoix than I did)

Can we talk about the scene staging here for a second? The Twins standing almost halfway in between their father, a representative of Sharlayan, and Kan-E, a representative of Eorzea? The symbolism here is so heavy-handed but so good: Alisaie and Alphinaud are stuck in between wanting their father's adoration as all children do, and wanting to do what's best for the entire world which would mean opposing their father and homeland...

The camerawork continues this adversarial framing for the entire cutscene, as Fourchenault dismisses every attempt Kan-E makes at trying to convince him that the Final Days are actually a threat. And then Alphinaud, who really can't help himself, speaks. And the middle-of the road angle changes to side them with Eorzea:

And now the Twins have both put their foot in it. Alisaie, implying that by not joining the Alliance in stopping the Telophoroi/Garleans your father doesn't love his homeland will NOT convince him. It does the opposite, actually, and not only does he berate them for speaking out about a threat they KNOW is real - they went through Amaurot's Final Days, there's firsthand experience there - but he insults them AND the WoL, then disowns them on the spot.

The Twins are DEVASTATED. They were hoping for a happy reunion and a father who would listen to them with all the experience they've gained gallivanting around Eorzea and the First, and got... that. They're both angry - at each other, at themselves, at Sharlayan, at their father... It's interesting, they take on each others' characteristics when they get angry. Alisaie rambled on in her anger, where Alphinaud was at a loss for words.

As a writer with a character I am *going* to put through this, Besany will have to be stopped (by Alisaie of all people) from punching Fourchenault in the face after he disowns his children. She's going to berate him and he's going to walk away without a word. They will Not Get Along for a very long time after that.

For more to whet your appetite on Fourchenault, I highly agree with this post about the man save for the part about liking him. These are my kids now, buddy. You gave them up. They'll forgive you, but I sure as hell won't - so as long as they're happy, you're safe from me and my myriad ways of inflicting pain on someone.

[verysmallcyborg]

Fornax Val'ethtue

B A S I C S

Name: Fornax Val'ethtue (or Fyrstyrn [fire star] Dotharl, when thinking of the two naming conventions)

Nicknames: They don't have much nicknames, however friends that know Fornax well enough can call them "Lily" (Delmira especially calls them that, this is because of their association with the flower), otherwise only Ryss gets to call her sea puppy or treasure

Age: 37 (by Endwalker)

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn + Xaela Au Ra (au roe, if you will. tehe)

Gender: Non-binary Butch (she/they)

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Outside of WoL responsibilities... bodyguard and marksman

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Black with a bunch of grey hairs. If it's short, it's spiky and either has the sides and the lower back of it shaved down, or they have their sideburns. If it's longer, then it's generally messy and uneven with a "wild" look.

Eyes: Black sclera, slit pupils, and vibrant orange. Fornax's eyes only glow because their dad taught them how to apply limbal rings when she was young, but never learned how to accurately do it (or when to stop doing it, until there was a full glow) after his death.

Skin: Dark grey, has a black gradient starting at their forearms and goes all the way to their hands. Has a fair amount of scales, though some are broken and ripped off around scars.

Tattoos/scars: Decorated in scars all over their face and body, but the most notable ones are on their face, neck, and torso. Some of her face scars are from saving a coeurl kit from hunters, and briefly got mauled by its mother when returning it (they understood the protective instinct, but OUCH). The scars across their neck and chest was an incident that put them at deaths door, and then a large scar on their side is from... WELL. Ryss. :) Don't worry about it :)

Very important: their top scars!! Those tits: chopped off. Also the end of their tail (that doesn't have the top layer of thick scales) has a bite scar from the Major-General, no one believes them when they say a tiny shark with tiny legs bit them while fishing.

Fornax has a very subtle trail of faint orange stars on their back for a tattoo!

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed Roegadyn mother & Xaela father. Her mom was a traveling merchant of sorts, while her dad was part of the Dotharl clan. Unfortunately, both were murdered while Fornax was young... :')

Siblings: No siblings

Grandparents: N/A (I don't think that far with family LOL)

In-laws and Other: No idea about in-laws, but for other: their lovely spouse, Ryssrael!!! :)

Pets: Befriends every stray and animal that they cross, but specifically, they have a little black coeurl and a baby amaro that follow them around.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Very skilled with a rifle and axes of any kind (WAR/MCH combo), though they are in their best element when within melee range. Weaponizes their teeth, claws, and tail as often as they can, and wields terrifying, brutal strength that amplifies when angered or under a need to win and/or survive. Best not to piss off a butch who could pull an entire ship with just them and their partner!!

Hobbies: LOVES cooking and all kinds of hands-on crafts, but specifically knitting and crocheting.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Their unwavering determination

Most Negative Trait: Has a self-destructive habit of fleeing and attempting to isolate themselves when hurt

L I K E S

Colors: Most warm colors, baby blue, black, and purple

Smells: Burning firewood, ocean breezes on the sunrise/sunset, the stinging metallic scent of blood, flowers in a field, freshly cooked food (especially stews and bread)

Textures: The subtle raised skin of old scars, the wool off of freshly sheared karakuls, tree bark, warm hands against their scales, horns, and tail

Drinks: Apple cider, hot chocolate, fruity beverages

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not really, unless offered

Drinks: Only in good company/socially

Drugs: Recreationally? Maybe, otherwise nah

Mount Issuance: Still has their red chocobo (HEH...) but he spends his days sleeping and chilling in the garden of their yard. Nowadays they use a comically tiny airship.

Been Arrested: Several times by the Maelstrom and Flames, mostly when they were a teenager & young adult because of petty thefts and getting in trouble for some of the jobs they took on to scrape by. Fornax has gotten significantly better at escaping and hiding though, which is kinda funny when you wonder, how does anyone lose a 8ft/244cm tall au roe with a big ole tail?

Tagged by @hazelkjt and @cindernet-explorer!!! thank you <3

UHHHHHH i've seen most folks i follow be tagged already, so i'm pointing at the viewer. Your Turn

[oneiroy]

some time after the events of endwalker, these two disappear without alerting anyone, only to show up months later with matching rings

ryss and fornax (@verysmallcyborg's wol) are now eternally bonded \o/

[wildstar25]

Arsay Nun

B A S I C S

Name Arsay Nūn Nicknames None, her name doesn't shorten well (call her Ars and you will be on the wrong end of her blade ^^) Age ARR -> 22 (+5 years in lifestream stasis that Arsay is completely unaware of) Dawntrail -> 25 (+5 years) Nameday 3rd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Race Miqo'te, "Greeter of the Star" (a.k.a: Keeper/Seeker mix [South Shroud/U tribe] ) Gender She/Her Probably non-binary but has a job so she ain't got time to worry about all of that... Orientation Bisexual, Polyromantic Profession Adventurer, Warrior of Light & Darkness, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Full time kitty cat

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair Midnight Blue with patches of red tip patterning concentrated around the back and sides of her head! Thick with the slightest bit of wave (often gets brushed out) Eyes Ruby Red Skin Very Light Olive with white facial stripes and darker pigmented nose. Tans well but never sticks for long. Tattoos/scars One visible scar on the cheek, multiple around her body which get glammed over. After endwalker, her right hand has a high concentration of scaring around the knuckles & palm (A consequence of her final fight in ultima thul and the proceeding surgery needed to reset the incorrectly healed bones.) She has various arcane geometric patterns marked into her skin in aetheric ink. One at the back of her neck, one on each forearm right above the inner elbow, one banded around her ankle. They are also glammed over to be invisible to the naked eye, but those who are well attuned to seeing aether would see them glow faintly as Arsay casts summoning spells.

F A M I L Y

Parents Sapir Nun & U'hbi Tia (deceased 1552, 6th astral era, killed in combat to the first wave of Garlean invaders in Doma)

Emrara Emra (Guardian/Adoptive Aunt, very much alive in the south sea isles)

Siblings Alphinaud and Alisaie (adopted younger siblings) Grandparents: Unknown and/or deceased In-laws and Other: G'raha (Husband), Y'shtola (Wife) Y'mhitra (Sister in law) Generally main scion members are family to her in different ways Cid and Nero (Weird Uncles) U'odh Nunh (unconfirmed but most likely half first cousin) (There are three female face 4 miqo'te in the U tribe and I HC that those three are the most closely related to Arsay's Dad in some way I've yet to really piece together.) Pets Couscous the carbuncle, Fish the Chocobo

S K I L L S

Abilities Physical: -Multiple Combat styles (Dual blades, Pole arm, Single blade, Hand to Hand, Marksmanship, Knife throwing) -Typical scouting techniques (invisibility, tracking, assassination, can move without making a sound) -Greater agility, dexterity, flexibility, balance, and strength -High Stamina -Strong Swimmer -Great Climber Magical: -Advanced Aetheric Manipulation (Elemental Conversion, Creation) -Summoning, Channelling (Dreadwyrm Trance available at moments notice) Other: -Knows how to sail a ship -Can navigate on land and sea without a map or compass -Can rally and inspire others to achieve great things together!

Hobbies: - Monster Hunting - Fishing - Frontlines - Crystalline Conflict (recreational league) - General exploring/mystery hunting&solving

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her big heart! She'd do anything for the people she cares about Worst Negative: Terrible sense of self-worth. Needs to do things for other people or she goes insane with anxiety and guilt. Hates being looked after.

L I K E S

Colors: Red! Its her favourite. Smells: the ocean, the breeze through the forest, tropical zones with humidity in the air, her partners Textures: Furs, Leathers, Silky or soft textiles. Drinks: Spiced Chai, Coffee with Cardamom, Citrus of any type and Water

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: nope, the only smoke from her is her smoke bombs Drinks: only socially, and not a whole lot. Does not like feeling out of control of herself. Mount Issuance: Probably! Tataru would help her get it all set up at least Been Arrested: Almost but she always gets out of it UvU

Tagged by: @eriyu Thank you so much!! 💙 Tagging: @nivienne-grovant @baublegums @astraveil @yukupo-lalapo @eli-leam (and anyone else who wants to do it! I feel like I'm pretty late to the game on this lol)

[lilas]

can you pls elaborate on avi singing in private 🥺that is so cute to me 🥺

YES.

Avi'li picks up archery and become an unwilling third in some gay couple's ongoing argument sometime after Endwalker. Through this, he relearns the value of song, and the emotional catharsis of it.

It becomes a self soothing thing for him, a private thing, done in the dead of night when most are asleep, and he's alone with his thoughts and the empty breeze.

The rest is under the cut, cause I am shy. u///u

His go to is a lullaby he remembers his mother singing to him. I like to think it's an adaptation of a Vylbrand poem she picked up somewhere.

(Funnily enough, irl, it's my slight adaptation of the song The Seal Lullaby by Eric Whitacre, which itself is an adaptation of the poem of the same name by Rudyard Kipling.)

O hush thee, my baby The night is behind us And the once black waters now sparkle so green The sun, o'er the combers Looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between Where billow meets billow There soft be thy pillow Ah, weary wee kinderling, curl at thy ease! The storm shall not wake thee Nor shark overtake thee Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas Asleep in the arms Of the slow-swinging seas

When I listen to this song, I can imagine Avi'li singing it under his breath, or mayhaps just a slight bit louder, in a low rasp that you get if you're holding back your voice.

[paintedscales]

BAYARMAA SAGAHL

Tagged by @lal-ffxiv! Thank you! Sorry it took me so long; sick + moving = not a great time to sit down and devote time to this. I did one for Nomin a good while back that can be found here, so did it for Bayarmaa. :>

Tagging: @elliewiltarwyn, @amalthea-felsblood, @naejlas-axe, @idalenn, @airis-ray, and anyone else who would want to do this!

B A S I C S

Name: Bayarmaa of Sagahl

Nicknames: Doesn't really have one; is called 'Mama' by her son.

Age: Thirty and five summers (Endwalker)

Nameday: 12th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon

Race: Xaela Au Ra

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Demi/Demi

Profession: Teacher, morin khuur player

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Long and naturally straight. Bayarmaa wears her hair in relatively high twin-tails. Her hair is violet in color, and there are some lighter streaks of pink here and there.

Eyes: Red with pink limbal rings and black sclera.

Skin: A gentle sage in color, protected by obsidian scales, horns, and tail that run with very prominent emerald green markings.

Tattoos/scars: The only scars that Bayarmaa has are emotional scars.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Passed away.

Siblings: Esenaij is Bayarmaa's elder brother, biologically. Nomin is her little sister, adopted.

Grandparents: Passed away.

In-laws and Other: Bayarmaa has a son named Ankhbayar that she has with Kuzhuk of Oroq.

Bayarmaa is more than happy to accept Estinien as her brother-in-law once she meets him and knows how much it seems Nomin is happy with him. Bayarmaa also has her nieces and nephew from Nomin and Estinien: Bayarmaa/Cyrielle, Chotan/Fleurette Varlineau, Esenaij/Hamignant Varlineau.

Pets: None. It goes against the culture and beliefs she grew up with among the Sagahl.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Playing the morin khuur; it was something her mother did a lot when she was younger. She was never taught by her mother, making her purely self taught. She plays by horn, and has kept with it long enough to feel like she can replicate the songs her mother played and sang.

Archery; both Bayarmaa and Esenaij were taught how to use a bow and arrow growing up. Though Bayarmaa is not necessarily a hunter like her father nor her brother, she still has the ability to use a bow and arrow in order to defend herself and her people if needed.

Botany; being part of the Sagahl and not partaking in the consumption of beastkin, Bayarmaa is very in tune with the flora of the Steppe, as well as the conditions that best influence the growth of the natural bounty of. From their migration patterns that they need to abide by seasonally, to varying weather conditions that would behoove them.

Hobbies: Playing the morin khuur, painting, reading, gardening.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Patience. Bayarmaa is very patient, and it serves her well in having to teach those that would like it, as well as dealing with fussy children.

Most Negative Trait: Spaces out. Bayarmaa tends to get lost in her own thoughts a lot as a result of the trauma she experienced in losing both of her parents. She claims it's more like a meditation, but that's not always the truth. There are a lot of times where people are trying to talk to her or get her attention where she's really just kind of not entirely there. She does combat this a bit whenever Nomin came into hers and Esenaij's lives, and especially more after she is wed to Kuzhuk and they have their son together.

L I K E S

Colors: Orange, yellow.

Smells: Fried dough, the land after a rainstorm, magnolia.

Textures: Soft grass, basket weave, smooth scales.

Drinks: Chatsarganii shuus, dandelion tea.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope…

Drinks: Bayarmaa does not mind too much partaking in some wine. The Sagahl do not drink airag because it is made with milk, so anything that is fermented by the Sagahl, Bayarmaa is willing to try out at times.

Drugs: No.

Been Arrested: Nope!

[disciple-of-frost]

B A S I C S

Name: Ishita Maryam (Angura)

Nicknames: Ishi by close friends, Snowflake teasingly by U'tala

Age: Twenty-four at the start of ARR, twenty-five by the end of Endwalker

Nameday: 32nd Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

Race: Xaela Au Ra

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Biromantic/Bisexual

Profession: Warrior of Light, Alchemist, Part Time Adventurer

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally black and wavy. She loves taking care of her hair and keeps it at a long, yet manageable length. She wears it down when she isn't at work or out in the field, but for the most part she keeps it tied up in a ponytail or a braid to keep it out of her face.

Eyes: Naturally they were a warm orange color like that of her parents, but after she summoned Shiva they took on a blue color with ice blue limbal rings.

Skin: Her skin is a warm russet brown color with scales a deep inky blue with a hint of the same ice blue in her eyes that is more noticeable in brighter light.

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos. A few minor scars here and there from her battles as the Warrior of Light, but the most prominent one being a long slash along the length of her torso from her multiple battles against Zenos.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Ashish, Ishi's father, is a Xaela born and raised in Thavnair and worked as an alchemist at The Great Work. Her mother, Veda, is a Xaela that hails from the Angura Tribe and was the villages primary merchant.

Siblings: One adopted sibling, a lalafell named Willow.

Grandparents: I figure she does have grandparents considering how large families tend to be amongst the Xaela tribes, but I haven't given it any more thought than that. Though I really should.

In-laws and Other: U'diqi, U'tala's mother, she is very refined and polite unlike her boisterous daughter. Ishi only ever heard stories about Tala's father, Jit. He died protecting Diqi and Tala from voidsent in Meracydia.

Pets: Far too many to count that she has all living on her Island Sanctuary. Chester the dodo and Fenrir being the two she has had the longest.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Expertise in Red, Black, and White magic. High insight and tactical judgment. Trained since childhood in Alchemy.

Hobbies: Reading, letter writing, collecting plushies.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her naturally curious nature, she loves learning about different people and their customs.

Most Negative Trait: She can be blunt and this can come across as insensitive when giving honest critique.

L I K E S

Colors: Blue and blue, with some black and brown.

Smells: Almond, Milk, Honey, Vanilla, Oatmeal

Textures: The shifting crags in a chuck of ice, freshly dried hair after bathing, the slickness of a polished blade, the frayed edges of and old tomes pages.

Drinks: Any and all types of tea and coffee.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: N/A

Drinks: She used to drink socially, but after having seen and experienced tampering with beverages being used against her she only ever drinks alone or only with her significant other.

Drugs: N/A

Mount Issuance: She does fine when riding and controlling creatures for travel, but she is in no way, shape, or form qualified to drive machinery.

Been Arrested: N/A

Tagged By: @hazelkjt (Took me a while but I did it!)

Tagging: Uuuhhhhhhh I'm kinda late on this one so....Anyone who hasn't??

[galpalaven]

— B A S I C S

Name: Kirika Nanami Nicknames: Kiri Age: 26-ish Nameday: 20th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon Race: Au Ra, Raen Gender: Female Orientation: Biromantic demisexual Profession: Warrior of Light

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally black, but after SHB it is now grey with white ends Eyes: Red naturally, but grey with white rings of light after SHB. Skin: White with opalite scales. Tattoos/scars: No tattoos yet, but has some scarring on her torso and back from Stormblood, Shadowbringers, and Endwalker.

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Her father lives in Hingashi and is a wealthy warlord, while her mother died fighting for Doma during the first Garlean invasion. Siblings: One brother named Kazuya. Grandparents: Mother's side are dead, father's side are... not great. In-laws and Other: Kazuya is ~single~ Pets: Momoko (chocobo), Saran (yol), and Ronin (amaro).

— S K I L L S

Abilities: SAM / SGE / PLD main (also very good at SUM, WHM, and BRD and is going to be switching to BRD for DPS main in Dawntrail :3c) Hobbies: Traveling, reading, journaling, sketching, meeting new people.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Loves deeply and selfless to a fault. Most Negative Trait: Self sacrificing, stubborn.

— L I K E S

Colors: Red. Smells: The sea, sakura flowers, sesame oil, campfires, fresh rice, kimchi, books. Textures: Embroidery on silk, a specific kind of blanket made in Hingashi, flower petals, onsen water. Drinks: Fruity wine, juices, cold spring water.

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nah. Drinks: Drinks socially, but doesn't like to be drunk. Drugs: Nah Mount Issuance: Most often rides her amaro in the First, and her Yol in the Source. Been Arrested: Well, there was that time she got accused of regicide...

got tagged by @ardberts (ty!!!)

gonna tag @impossible-rat-babies, @coldvampire, @whynotsableye, @ottobooty aaaaand thats it for now jkfdsl

[johnnylandslide]

Heya! o/

This game's had me by the scruff of my neck for close to a year now, and over the course of those hundreds of hours I grew extremely attached to all the characters and my goofy Warrior of Light, Johnny Landslide. Since I've been getting into gpose recently, I figured a sideblog to store all of it would be a good idea.

Why "Landslide"?

The out-of-character reason is that I picked a silly name at character creation. In-character, it's a title people started calling him after he saved his village by sliding it down out of the way of Bahamut and Phoenix during the Calamity. I went through a lot of possible ideas for the in-universe explanation, and essentially lived this tweet lol.

What's he like?

Johnny is a goof, first and foremost. He has an internal compass that points unerringly towards trouble, and a (continuously validated) belief that his presence in troublesome situations generally makes them better. He loves helping people, and treasures the happy looks on people's faces when he fixes things for them.

In combat, he's primarily a black mage, but can also fight as a red mage or paladin. He's a self-taught thaumaturge, and compensates for the lack of precision formal training would have brought him by just shoving overwhelming amounts of aether into his spells.

Where is he now?

Johnny is gainfully employed at Tataru Taru's Boutique, where he is also married to the CEO! After literal years of unaware pining, aware pining, general foolishness, and enough souvenirs to fill every shelf in the Rising Stones, Johnny and Tataru finally tied the knot at the end of the Grand Endeavor questline after Endwalker.

He is a wife guy to the last. The pair have a grossly saccharine relationship, each of them constantly one-upping the other with sappy, heartfelt romantic gestures. A significant amount of the gposes here are depictions of them.

Thanks for reading!

My gpose tag (and my wolship tag)

My writing tag

My inbox is open, so feel free to message me! I'm not that good at rp, but I love answering prompts and questions. And if you want to play together sometime, my character is on Leviathan!

[cinnabun-faerie]

FFXIV {July 2022 Masterlist}

A/N: Honestly it’s getting harder and harder for me to organize everything so I'mma just do it this way. It may not be fancy, and they all aren’t all in one place, but it’s easiest for me (currently).

✧Group HC & Reactions✧

You have trouble sleeping (Estinien, G'raha Tia, Gaius, Urianger, Y'shtola)

What they'd say at the WoL's Funeral {If the WoL died after Endwalker} (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola | Bonus: Emet-Selch, Haurchefant, Hythlodaeus, Venat, Zenos)

Reaction: WoL confessing that they fought Zenos at the end of EW for the thrill of it (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola)

Exarch | G'raha Tia/WoL/Urianger with a S/O who has a strong love for history and herbology, and also cuddles

Isekai!WoL that everyone assumed had amnesia reveals they're from another world (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola)

Comforting a WoL who is just done with everything / doesn't want to be WOL anymore (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola)

Hug Headcanons (Lucia, Lyna, Lyse, Minfilia, Moenbryda, Ryne, Venat, Ysayle, Yugiri)

Scions Hug Headcanons (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola)

Reaction: Gaius’ crush on the WoL

Reaction: receiving a gift from WoL (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Aymeric, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola, Zenos)

Bard!WoL performing music (Artoirel, Aymeric, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Haurchefant, Thancred, Urianger)

Ishgardian Husbands Reacts to their pregnant S/O having strange cravings (Artoirel, Aymeric, Estinien, Haurchefant)

Reactions: How they take care of their sick child (Aymeric, Estinien, Haurchefant, Zenos)

FFXIV Dads React to WoL responding with “Okay, thanks dad” after telling them to be careful (Cid, Edmont, Crystal Exarch, Gaius, Thancred, Urianger)

✧Solo HC & Reactions✧

Reaction: Miqo'te!WoL & G'raha Tia getting into catnip for the first time

Zenos Hug HC

Only one room available for Estinien and WoL

Exarch reacts to getting caught sleeping in the corner of the Occular by the WoL

[plounce]

i think thanuri got together right after 5.0 because i don't think it makes thematic sense for thancred to have any release from any emotional constipation until after ryne's subplot gets resolved. and after that theyre basically glued at the hip. eden raids ofc are "dad got remarried to his long time s/o and the mood in the house is really good". the little bitchy comment about trying to leave urianger in garlemald is so "im embarrassed and still trying to keep this relationship on the DL", i dont think he actually did that lmao. besides i think thancred is dead last in the "scions owning each other" scoreboard. but a lot of their conversations in endwalker can be easily seen + made more poignant by them being Very Close, like the one in thavnair where thancred is like "yeah i used to be suicidal" and urianger is like "...but youre not now right?" and thancred is like "yeah it's easier to want to live when you have good company :)" and on the moon thancred being like "can you go check on urianger, im worried about him" and urianger's big sweetiepie monologue to the loporrits hinging on the importance of names with a big significant look at his co-parent. and then of course in ultima thule when urianger is the one who gets to have the big impactful heartbreaking reactions to thancred's sacrifice. i dont know what my point is here but i like them a lot. shadowbringers sowed the seeds and endwalker grew the stalks of thanuri

[minti-tales]

Vierapril '24 - Day 1: Regal

More dramatics with the Ancients.

Endwalker spoilers ahoy.

King Leonides clung to a rock as horrid winds blew, and rain poured down upon his wizened head. His royal robes, once bright purples and golds, were splatted with mud and muck from days of travel. Even his beard, his beautiful beard of hair as bright as fresh-fallen snow, was but matted grey slush.

Ah! To be reduced to a common beggar, to wander and wither away! The barbarity of it all!

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!" The beggar-king howled towards the sky, shaking his fists in righteous anger.

"Rage, blow!

You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks. You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe my white head.

And thou, all-shaking thunder, strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world. Crack Natures' moulds, all brotherhood spill at once, that makes ingrateful man!" Leonides frowned, rose to his feet, and raised a hand into the air. With a sharp snap of fingers and thumb, the world suddenly melted around him, leaving only himself, and two masked and robed figures, on a circular marble dais. The wind - the true wind of Elpis - brushed past his chin, sending his "beard" fluttering off towards a patch of perpetually blooming flowers.

"Why did you stop? That was excellent so far, excellent." One of the masked figures, a tall man with dark black hair and striking green eyes, clapped his hands and smiled pleasantly. "I could just *see* you falling into the pits of despair. Couldn't you, Hythlodaeus?"

The other figure, made up to look like King Leonides' long-suffering court fool, grinned from beneath the heavy dabs of powder on his face. "As if our dear Emet-Selch needed any help taking the stage. I'd take my hat off for you, but I fear that would break the spell Dionysos has weaved for us thus far." He pointed towards his foppish silk hat and soiled peasant's clothes, and grinned even more. "Perhaps you take offense at being called 'nuncle', in the next line? I am the King's Fool, after all. It's my purpose to be your advisor, your friend. Even in dark moments as these, betrayed by your daughters and your kingdom."

Having shed the rest of his costume, Emet-Selch moved with effortless grace towards the rim of the dais, crossed his arms across his chest, and closed his eyes. "What a poor excuse of a king." he said, after a time. "A true king would never let himself fall to such lows. Wallowing in the dirt, crying at the winds." Turning to Dionysos, he continued, his anger echoed by the stage's acoustics. "I shudder to think if you were inspired by the world below. Is this what you see in it? Betrayal? Loss? Madness?" A step closer. "What we have created - what we have fashioned ever so carefully - is nothing less than perfect. So, with that in mind, I want this rewritten. Understand, this 'play' of yours will reflect what we've worked for. Not some dark fantasy you've cobbled together." Leonides' robes were thrown unceremoniously at Dionysos's feet.

Dionysos could only look on in shock as Emet stormed off into the night, bolts of lightning sent streaking across the night sky, in his wake. Shortly after, fat drops of rain loosed themselves from the fluffy clouds above, threatening to wash the whole production away. I struck a nerve, I take it, he thought.

It took a moment to kneel down and pick up the "king's" robes, to cradle them in the ancient's arms like a mother with her babe. Fine fabric like this shouldn't be left to the mercies of the evening; Phoenix had done too good a job willing the clothes into being. The dirt and muck were but illusions, of course. Is this what I should be doing as Azem, writing about the world as it is? Is that not allowed anymore?

A kindly voice came from behind, and a hand gently placed on Dionysos' shoulder. "You must forgive Emet-Selch. He's still suffering from the effects of the memory loss we experienced. I know it weighs heavily on him-"

"-as it does on all of us." Dionysos groaned and pressed the robes up to his face. "Hermes and his experiments." It felt oddly comforting to rub sopping wet cloth on his face. "Perhaps Hephastus would be more open to my mummery. I'm sure I could find a place for his child, too. What was their name? Damned if I've forgotten."

Of the Muses who flocked to Dionysos, who eternally demanded his attention, there were a few who gave him the comfort and kindness he needed. Calliope (sweet, hopeless Calliope), Ajax (strong, stoic Ajax), and, unofficially, Hythlodaeus. Granted, he wasn't around nearly enough to be called a Muse, but the love was there, regardless. A good love. Agape. The love that could keep a rainy night from not being as bad as it could be.

He was close by, wasn't he. Embracing a beleaguered playwright, putting forehead to forehead. Holding Dionysos just the way he liked it.

"My old friend," Hythlodaeus whispered. " 'Court holy water in a dry house is better than this rain water out o' door. Good brother, in, and ask thy friend's blessing. Here's a night pities nether wise men nor fools.'"

"That's not how the line goes," Dionysos whispered back.

"I'd take the hint if I'd your mind."

"I will."

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[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #11: The Inaction of Hope

Prompt: once bitten, twice shy || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Spoilers for the end of Endwalker. Another follow up to "The Long Road Home" from last year's FFXIV Write.

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Dancing Heron watched Alisaie move around the room with a mixture of wry fondness and quiet understanding. It was her second day fully conscious and the first time she had seen Alisaie, and the elezen maid moved around Heron’s hospital room with a jerky deliberation that spoke of her barely contained temper. Alisaie fluffed pillows on the chairs the Scions and their family had been using to keep vigil, folded the blanket on the cot, opened the window to let in a breeze, stomped across the room to rearrange the bottles of potions on the side table by size and color.

She said nothing, and looked at Heron not once.

Heron neither rolled her eyes nor sighed in exasperation at being ignored, as she suspected Alisaie wanted her to do. Alisaie wanted to be angry, wanted an excuse to yell and rage, wanted to vent her fear for her Warrior of Light sisters, and Heron most especially.

Finally, as Alisaie made to cross the room once more to fidget with something else rather than address the marid in the room, Heron managed to catch her baby sister’s eye. She raised an eyebrow, and her arm, and shuffled to the side to make room in the bed.

Abruptly, all the fight went out of Alisaie, slumping so suddenly that she looked like a marionette with its strings cut. She bowed her head, her bangs shadowing her eyes, and the next breath she took was deep and shaky.

But she turned abruptly on her heel, took the three steps to the side of Heron’s bed, and pulled herself up to crawl up and bury herself in Heron’s side, draping one arm very carefully over Heron’s heavily bandaged abdomen. Heron draped her arm around the elezen, tucking her close, and dropped her cheek to rest atop Alisaie’s hair.

Huh. Usually when she did this, her head was nearly at a ninety-degree angle because of their height difference. But her neck didn’t crick quite so far today; maybe Alisaie was finally getting close to that growth spurt of hers. Gods only knew she was nearly overdue for it at closing in rapidly on twenty-two. Or was it twenty-three?

“I’m still upset with you,” Alisaie bit out and drawing Heron’s attention back to the here-and-now.

“That’s fair,” Heron said. “Not asking you not to be.” And, because Alisaie needed to let this out before it festered into something ugly: “What part has you the most upset?”

“That I understand why you did it!”

Both of Heron’s eyebrows shot up, and she gently shook Alisaie. “Hey,” she said, quieting her voice. “I hear that self-loathing, none of that now.”

“We were supposed to help you,” and there are tears in Alisaie’s voice now, and that is what made Heron’s heart break. “And despite all our might and magic, the Endsinger swatted us away like gnats, and if you hadn’t used the transponders, she would have finished the job. All we could do was pray you came back, and those were the worst bells of my life.”

Heron sighs, slow and steady, and hugs Alisaie close. “The worst part about adventuring, and heroics,” she said after a long moment, “are those days when you can’t do anything. I felt like that when we were first before Ifrit, and he tempered all those other captives and left me and the others wondering why not us.

“I felt like that nearly the whole time on the First, when Synnove was the one taking on all the Lightwardens’ aether and I couldn’t do a damn thing to help her. And it’s worse when you understand why you can’t help.” Here Heron stopped to squeeze Alisaie, and her little sister sniffled. “Synnove was the best choice, rather than trying to spread it out amongst us all; she knew her aether better than of any of us knew of our own, could monitor and contain everything easier than if she was outside looking in.”

Heron lifted her cheek from the top of Alisaie’s head, but only look enough so she could prop her chin on it instead. “Those are the moments that stand out most to me, but there’s many others, especially with merc work. It’s a hard lesson, that sometimes you can’t help, or there are things you can’t guard against. All you can do, is be there for someone, or sometimes…just pray they come back.”

Alisaie sniffled again, refusing to let her tears fall, and very gently squeezed Heron back. “Still angry,” she mumbled.

“You’re allowed,” said Heron. “But not at yourself, all right? Sometimes its harder to accept you had no control in a situation, trying to give ourselves agency in hindsight. But there’s no shame in it, and what’s done is done. All we can do is hope that in the future, there will be a choice, and it’ll be better choices.”

Alisaie nodded and sighed heavily, but she was finally letting go of the tension she had been holding.

“Now,” Heron said, “can you explain to me in common what the hells Healingway is ranting about when she goes on about dynamic gastrointestinal regeneration and repair?”

“That’s a bit more Alphinaud or Y’shtola’s field since it relies heavily on conjury,” Alisaie said slowly, “but from what I gather, it’s involves harnessing lingering dynamis to—”

As Alisaie explained about how the healers were force-regrowing Heron’s innards using, to apparently quote Healing, high octane hope (what even was “high octane”), to Heron’s baffled disgust and Alisaie’s growing enthusiasm for every horrified noise Heron made, Heron caught a flash out of the corner of her eye. She tilted her head slightly, and saw a long-tailed bluebird perched on the open window sill.

She winked at it. And the bluebird winked back.

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[wildstar25]

Doomed timeline au children? Omg tell me more

Yeah! Motek (left) and Mira (right) \o/

They are basically fire emblem awakening style OCs in that they would come from a distant, very far removed timeline where an 8th umbral calamity did occur. Arsay and Y'shtola die in that timeline to the event. In order to protect their children and the few others that survived, G'raha takes them all into the crystal tower to live safely. He figures out how to pull off the dimension and time hoping spell himself but his life would again be the price. He removes the stasis spell from the tower and allows his children to grow; raising them to be strong and capable warriors like their mother, before finally sending them off to try and re-write their future.

I have tags for them if you want to learn more! They are babies that I love to put in the pearwriggler in my head but I rarely talk about them ^^; https://wildstar25.tumblr.com/tagged/mira%20nun/chrono https://wildstar25.tumblr.com/tagged/motek%20nun

Their "if this was the real msq" story would end with them saving the day and going back to their real timeline, figuring out how to save the world where they came from a la future trunks dbz.

I still dont think I consider them canon to mainline Arsay story but if they were her canon retainers it would be a situation where they showed up after endwalker and realized that whatever timeline they are in its way too different than the one they were meant to go to. But since they are stuck they might as well try to keep tabs on their mom so they get themselves hired as retainers. It's very important that in this context they never reveal who they are, least they inadvertently cause some weird butterfly effect which triggers the calamity they were hoping to avoid.

[alannah-corvaine]

B A S I C S

Name: Alannah Corvaine

Nicknames: 'lannah, little bird

Age: 27

Nameday: 16th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Midlander Hyur

Gender: cis female

Orientation: demisexual

Profession: white mage, Warrior of Light

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Dark chocolate brown, voluminous, lower-back length. Magical scars that manifest as white streaks that grow out from the roots. Often worn loose or in a high ponytail or sidebraid.

Eyes: seafoam green, #9fe2bf

Skin: sickly pale with a blotchy red complexion

Tattoos/scars:

• a very faint line across the base of her neck, made by Bravura.

• no tattoos

F A M I L Y

Parents:

• Aedan Corvaine (55)

• Christaine Corvaine (43, deceased)

Siblings:

• Faron (35m)

• Ean (33m)

• Davon (30m)

• Brennan (28m)

Grandparents:

• Fayre Harlow (67f, maternal grandmother)

• Fasshon Fuqushon (72m, step-grandfather, married to Fayre)

• Cormack Corvaine (paternal grandfather, deceased)

• Ailise Corvaine (paternal grandmother, deceased)

In-laws and Other:

• Veronique Corvaine (36f, sister-in-law, married to Faron, wildwood elezen)

• Isabeau Corvaine (11f, niece, half hyur + half elezen)

• Moira Corvaine (58f, paternal aunt)

Pets: None, she's allergic to anything with fur and has no time to care for anything reliant on her.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Primarily anything that falls under the blanket of white magic, both offensive elemental and healing magicks. Questionable proficiency with thaumaturgical spells.

Hobbies: Reading and research, sketching, baking bread, puzzles, trying on pretty clothes she'll never have occasion to wear.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Fierce tenacity, she doesn't know how to give up.

Most Negative Trait: Impulsivity and hot-headed stubbornness. She has a serious case of being a pain in the ass.

L I K E S

Colors: white, pastels

Smells: freshly baked bread, simmering aldgoat stew, leather, old books, ozone

Textures: linen, chiffon, ink words etched into parchment, the wind between her fingers

Drinks: dandelion tea, goats milk

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not at all.

Drinks: Not really a social drinker, only drinks in response to stress and unmanageable emotions. Her intake increased significantly during the events of Endwalker, but has petered off again since their resolution.

Drugs: None. She does not enjoy altered mind states.

Mount Issuance: Chocopuff was a gift from Thancred, presented to her shortly after her induction into the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.

Been Arrested: Once or twice, mostly for things that she wasn't even involved in. She has a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and being judged guilty by association.

tagged by: @lilbittymonster , @feathersage , @tripl3cast

i'm so late getting to this, if you haven't done it yet please consider this a tag!