#bjalla

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

So when I made Bjalla, he was initially Bunny Dusk, as I've mentioned. Dusk is pansexual, so I went in assuming Bjalla would be too, but as he started to assert himself as a real individual, I started thinking ... no. No, actually. Bjalla ... Bjalla is straight. He just seems straight to me.

Pity, I thought, because I am of the opinion FFXIV has way more shipbait dudes than ladies. And I don't think I feel this way entirely because I, myself, am a straight woman, although I'm sure it doesn't help. I've talked about this with people very much attracted to women and they seem to agree. The lady characters in this game are great! They just also seem very career minded, or have a fellow NPC they seem to have better chemistry with (SADU/CIRINA FOREVER), are way too smart for the WoL as they're written, that sort of stuff. And even setting that aside, Bjalla is a Rabbit of a Certain Age. He'd probably feel like he was super robbing the cradle with most NPCs, man and woman alike, and no thank you.

But it's fine, I said to myself, it's not like I need an NPC ship to enjoy a character! Errol doesn't have one and I love him! Strong friendships and found families and all that are great too. My brainworms will munch on just about anything.

But then Bjalla ran into a character I have always found pretty funny, because I am older than her canon age and she's coded as a grandma.

They always act like F'lhaminn is seventy years old. F'lhaminn acts like she's seventy years old. Lady is only 37 when ARR hits, for God's sake, and they have her in grandma glasses and grandma dresses and it is sillier to me than even the old man Thancred jokes that make no sense because the dude is only in his early 30's.

So you know what? I ship the hell out of it.

F'lhaminn has dead boyfriend baggage and dead daughter baggage and failed kinda-terrorist baggage and acts super old. Bjalla has forcibly separated from his family baggage and murdering unsuspecting trespassers baggage and dead children baggage and guilt about breaking the Green Word baggage and IS old. Neither of them have let that baggage rule their lives, but it's pretty heavy, and I think they both appreciate that the other gets it. They get that it hurts and is heavy sometimes, but they also very much understand that it's also not all they are, and they deserve to be seen as more than that baggage. And I think they see each other very clearly.

Well, except the age thing, I'm not sure Bjalla is aware how young F'lhaminn actually is. He got corrected 'no, that age is old, actually' so many times when he got out of the woods he stopped paying attention to age and coasts on vibes when trying to figure out if someone is old or not. He'll be pleasantly surprised how long she winds up living, I think.

Also, seriously, look at them. Look at them! How could I not?

[realmonsterboyhours]

Have some more Bjalla

[rpgchoices]

100  lgbtq+ videogames characters (166): BJALLA (Black Geyser)

[petitfarron]

♥ - family headcanon

I'm finally here! Now I can barf about the sillier side of family headcanon I have.

Which involves @sjofn-lofnsdottr 's old man viera, Bjalla.

The man who started off as 'bunny Dusk' and asserted himself as an old stubborn man of his own wormed his way into everyone's hearts and became his own thing. Grandchad, if you will.

Farron and Bjalla have had a few interactions in our rp so far, which involve:

Sparring with Farron numerous times and 'grounding him'. Literally. With his axe!

Training him in how to be a warrior and... grounding him yet again when he lost control of himself.

Giving him love and marriage advice, which basically consisted of the two of them going 'fuck it, just ask Dusk to marry you.' Rabbits do not know or understand patience in this house.

He also recently accompanied Farron to the Gubal Library for research about totally-not-vampires. They also had to clear out the monsters along the way, which Bjalla decided was a grand time for Farron to get a crash course on 'how to tank'.

Basically, Farron was so excited to meet another male viera, especially an elder, that he looked up to Bjalla straight away. The fact that Bjalla was also the nicest viera he'd ever met pretty much sealed the deal on Farron adopting him as a dad. They haven't talked about it, but considering Bjalla adopts everyone out of habit, they don't really need to. ♡

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

Guys guys birdcage blue and yellow by Yaelokre is so Vast coded

analyzation below:

Bird cage blue and yellow Candles warm and windows bare Tracing upturned smiles of portraits Drawn to disappear

Vast within the Avicane- the "portraits drawn to disappear" can refer to Kalia. An important family, but one that can make others and some of their own disappear. Candles warm and windows bare = the coldness of the Cadere family, the only warmth from the candles they light.

Flowers never talk They never want, they never need

"Flowers" being the children of the Cadere family. Never speak up or against, don't ask questions, don't ask why. In a cradle gilded They are left to rot yet never bleed Can refer to Kalia's death, or the rotting of any empathy within Vast, the death of the person he could've been from the start- the person he's now becoming.

Eyes of silver, mirror, mirror - Vast's own cold eyes staring back at the husk he's become Thread on wood and steel - The blood that Vast has shed Keep what can be kept And heave to see which one will kneel - Vast luring people to their deaths- which one will yield first? Her sanity, or her prey?

I've been told to wait But why should there be silence Dawning pretty laces Avicane talking to Vast, his brain revolting Weaving capes of gold And framing muffled faces "Muffled faces" the people Vast has killed- the people the avicane has killed I can be different I can't be puppeted! Vast realizing he can be independent- that he doesn't want to be a puppet anymore. Garden evergreen Was what I thought that I would see Vast believing everything would be better now, just to face the scars and consequences (both physical and mental) of what they were Branches meet my steps Their kisses open up ravines Vast still leaning into her past patterns, hiding things, thinking certain ways, falling prey to Vee Fences frozen in a dance They've yet to perform Vast frozen during the obelisk scene when Armor and Rune show up, frozen in what could've been them being dragged back home (if PMV then this would include Vee's death) I leave the house and the Baroness Buried in before This one is more either Vast leaving the Avicane behind, but more Vast leaving the Avicane behind for good, burying Vee with a barely marked grave. No turning back now, he's all in on leaving.

Finndu mig í framtíðinni (Find me in the future) Finding who he wants to be in the future, the person she truly shall become

(Malayang maya) (Malayo-layo) x4 --- (Fly sparrow, fly far) Running from the Avicane- (also could be a reference to Armor in this section)

Rödd eins og bjalla Heldur okkur öruggum Frá framtíðinni (Voice like a bell saves us from the future)

Voice like a bell = The voices of those around him, encouraging her to heal and be better

(Malayang maya) (Malayo-layo) x3

Flying far from his tattered past

[candycryptids]

Highlight a FFXIV blog that people might not know about, but that you would like to recommend to others.

Oh I actually have two people in mind for this~

The first is @avirael , who has a lovely duo Miqo’te and Viera OC’s (A’viloh and Rael) and takes some absolutely gorgeous scenery shots! A sweetheart but on the opposite timezone from me so I often miss posts TTuTT

The *other* is @sjofn-lofnsdottr , with her handsome elezen man Dusk and his pet, Duck (the Duck) and Old Viera man Bjalla (who I adore very much 🥰) her writing is *chefs kiss* and a treat to read when she gets into lore dumping about her little guys ✨☺️✨

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[realmonsterboyhours]

Devlin: (Who is besties with Bjalla)

Saft: (My personal fave boy)

Bjalla:

Mozzie/Jericho (as pictured here) :

(I don't have any recent pictures of Lag)

hi! I was just wonderin bout where the mafia beejes came from? like how did you (or someone else? idk mang when have I ever paid attention) come up with the idea

Excellent question! I believe back in 2019, there was a Mafia Beetlejuice AU going around, and then @yankyo (I think) received an ask about an Irish Mafia flavored Beetlejuice, and in the discord server that a bunch of us are in, we went feral over the idea of there being different kinds of crime boss Beetlejuices. Thus Gio, Cia, Zhuk, Scarabee, and Bajo were born.

Since then, we've actually made more of these dons, or what we consider to be "don-adjacent." There's Devlin (unknown), a nomad curse-breaker; Lag (Scottish), the estate's grounds keeper and animal handler; Saft (German), an anarchist and weapons dealer; Bjalla (Icelandic), a vampire-coded protégé of Gio and cold-blooded assassin; and Mozzie/Jericho (Australian), a cyberterrorist with DID.

Jesus I hope I didn't forget anyone

[fiorexiv]

FFXIV-Write 2024: #4 - Reticent

Oh, how Menphina must have been tormented to watch the relationship between Fiore and Bjalla stall at every turning point. One evening she'd be giddily beaming at their shy exchanged glances; another, mouth agape, desperately wondering if this would be the eve of their romantic confessions. Night after night the moon would sink away, disappointed.

Unfortunately for their celestial audience, the two Viera were both the reticent type when it came to romance. Every moment of hoping to see a smile, wanting to hear a laugh, knowing the comfort that just being together brought, they denied. Their feelings made manifest banged at the doors in both their hearts so desperately that the pounding echoed, yet neither dared open them. It felt out of the question to even consider the possibility of something as alien as love. Yet, in the quietest hours of the evening with only their own thoughts as company, they often did. Both stood firm against pressing the question aloud: would they even like me back?

Fiore, quiet and humble as he was, felt so insignificant in comparison to Bjalla, who could stand so fearlessly against any obstacle and come out of it unscathed. He had no accomplishments, nothing to offer. What business would a cook have pursuing someone whose very presence could quiet a room?

On the other hand, Bjalla thought herself out of place in his life, a jigsaw piece from an entirely different puzzle. She was still unaccustomed to the ways of Eorzeans, let alone the average peaceful civilian. She had her share of unrelenting enemies, and knew her very presence could endanger those around her. As battle hardened and tumultuous as her life was, what right would a warrior like her have to disrupt the peaceful day-to-day of a chef already enamored with his culinary artistry?

"Foolish questions!" Menphina surely thought in vain. But the Vierans' feelings remained unspoken secrets that not even the moon herself could wait to hear.

[arikihalloween]

Can you tell us more about Bjallae and Sina since you said they were some of the ocs you are the most attached to ?

Oh !

The two come from VERY different stories haha, although both are fantasy based

Bjallae is my dabloonsona ( from the dabloon trend of last year)

She is the grandaugther of the previous High Mage, and lost her parent to the plague a few years prior to the current point in the little story.

Despite their family being a long line of mages, Bjal herself has very little magic and cannot use spells. But the magic they do have is miracle based and she uses it unconsciously

Bjallae became a traveling shopkeeper, she sells stuff she finds or makes herself, very crafty !

Other infos : Bjal is nonbinary, she/they, and has a pet dwagoon named Loull

Meanwhile, Sina is an oc I've had since I was around 11 or 12

She's the unfortunate young empress of the empire of the Synaria planet

The Synaria story is super duper complicated, but the gist of it is that Sina is a vessel choosen by spirits to rule. She was born with very powerful magic, and received even more from the spirits on top of that, making her overpowered. Thing is, it makes her own magic dangerous for her, to a point she cannot use it without anti mana stones, or it'd be very basic spells accessible to children under 7 years old which is ironic.

Too much power but it'd kill her to use it

I'm still revamping the Synaria story. Kid me had written it to be a power fantasy, but now I'm going deeper in power and religious corruption and how Sina's magic affects the planet and her people. The Empress and other monarchs around her are between the age of 14 and 20, which is, understably, super fucking young ( the previous monarchs died in a war )

So there is a lot of hidden overthrowing plots against the monarchs and lots of levels of storytelling about the whole world they live it

Oh my, I rambled a lot ! Have some older doodles of Bjal as bonus !

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

👗 for fancy wear and 🔫 for favorite weapon! dealers choice on who you wanna do screenshots for OvO !

Dusk wears fancy shit all the time, and that means I'm not answering for him.

Instead, F'lhaminn got Bjalla to put on a tie.

He forgave her.

I talked about a favorite relic earlier today (the final matte form of the ShB MCH relic) but shout out to the very first step of the ShB WHM relic, Ingrimm. It goes with pretty much any WHM glam I put together, and I love that it's basically just a big, sturdy branch with a crystal jammed in it. It feels extra Bjalla coded to me because of it.

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took me forever to reply!

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Dusk knows how to make a couple of things pretty well, but is otherwise a Kitchen Assistant for the real cook, his husband Farron. He's working on it, though, he wants to be able to cook for them by himself when Farron's not up for it.

Mercuriel is a full on culinarian and won't let anyone assume otherwise.

Errol is also a kitchen assistant, although I'm not sure if his wife's creator has ever told me if Y'sonjha cooks or not. If she doesn't, uh ... I'm thinking they go out to eat all the time.

Bjalla can cook. He doesn't think he's particularly talented at it, but he does it a lot for people passing through the FC house in which he lives, and none of them seem to mind.

WOLQOTD - Cooking!

How well does your OC/Muse/WoL do in the kitchen?

Do they like to cook?

Are they a danger and shouldn't be let in for danger of food poisoning?

Are they an excellent chef and their peers have them as their designated cook?

Or maybe they're a disaster but they know how to make a particular dish and it turns out great?

[my-islam-reminder]

Narrated `Amr bin Dinar:

I was sitting with Jabir bin Zaid and `Amr bin Aus, and Bjalla was narrating to them in 70 A.H. the year when Mus`ab bin Az-Zubair was the leader of the pilgrims of Basra. We were sitting at the steps of Zamzam well and Bajala said, "I was the clerk of Juz bin Muawiya, Al-Ahnaf's paternal uncle. A letter came from `Umar bin Al-Khattab رضی اللہ عنہ one year before his death; and it was read:-- "Cancel every marriage contracted among the Magians between relatives of close kinship (marriages that are regarded illegal in Islam: a relative of this sort being called Dhu-Mahram.)" `Umar رضی اللہ عنہ did not take the Jizya from the Magian infidels till `Abdur-Rahman bin `Auf رضی اللہ عنہ testified that Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) had taken the Jizya from the Magians of Hajar.

Narrated by Sahih Bukhari in his bookImam Bukhari

Hadith (Sahih)

[monsterlovinghours]

What about the Dons in DnD world? 🤔

I'm sure some are really easy but fell free to do an in depth analysis on their role and backstory. (The easiest one would definitely be Scarabee 👀)

Ooooohh. Since I'm on my phone and typing out long things is hard I prooooobably won't go too in-depth but I invite y'all to reblog with your own thoughts and opinions!

-A while back @realmonsterboyhours drew Bajo as a tiefling and now I can't see him as anything else. He's also bard coded, he's definitely got the charisma for it--he also plays that sexy flamenco guitar.

-You're absolutely right though, Scarabee is a no-brainer. Obviously a warlock, he's got a patron already part of his lore. Has just about every spell or potion ingredient you could think of up in his attic. As for race, I could see a half-elf. Like, there's something of the fey about him, but he's been human or at least knows what being human is like.

-Zhuk is an orc and I'll die on this hill. He's big, he's beefy, he's large and in charge. I'm also going with barbarian, based solely again on art drawn by @realmonsterboyhours of him holding a sledgehammer. Imagine big-ass swords in those meathooks of his. Or a giant axe. Or just picture him saying "fuck it" and beating someone to death with his bare hands. Look at me and tell me he wouldn't do it. Not because he isn't civilized or intelligent but because someone's gotta do the dirty work.

-Cia is an elf druid. I mean, *look at him.* Mans is about as fey coded as you can get and looks like he didn't see something that wasn't a tree until he hit triple digits. If you took the daddy energy out of Halsin, you'd be left with Ciaróg. Also, he helps his tiefling husband with his rose gardens and how cute is that??

-Gio is an enigma. He's absolutely an eldritch horror, but just for funsies, I think he'd take the form of a drow. After a couple of centuries he might change his form, but drow is his favorite. He has a lot of arcane knowledge, things that beings of this plane shouldn't know, so he just tells everyone he's a wizard. Did a lot of studying, you know.

-Saft a half-orc artificer. He's a bit of a big boi, sturdy and thick, but despite his size and his brutish heritage, he can tinker with the most delicate mechanisms. Mostly uses his knowledge to make explosives and weapons; incendiary devices are his favorite. Has built so many guns.

-Bjalla is a vampire. "hhhh but what's his race" LISTEN HERE I'M NOT CHANGING WHAT'S ALREADY PERFECT. Of course he's a fucking vampire, what else would he be? And yes, I believe he would be a rogue. No, I am not saying this because I'm also madly in love with Astarion. There will be no further questions. He's canonically an assassin, you can't tell me he wouldn't be a rogue. Yes, I have a type, leave me alone dammit.

-Mozzie gives me dwarf energy, though his size doesn't quite gel with that idea. Maybe an earth genasi? Something earthy idk. He also gives ranger vibes, someone who travels a bunch. Though in this realm of high fantasy, since internet isn't a thing, he deals in information. He can gather intel, spread rumors, manipulate the flow of knowledge from one person or place to another.

-Lag is a firbolg. He's big, he's fluffy, he's a big ol sweetheart who couldn't hurt a soul if he tried. Also probably a druid, though he's less concerned with plant life and more with animals. He's the fauna to Cia's flora.

-Devlin is a shifter. Like, it's obvious, right? Clearly he's a shifter, he's werewolf coded. And honestly, I think he's our cleric, just because I had the idea that the deity he worships is so ancient and he's been cursed so many times, he's actually forgotten its name. But also how funny would it be to have a cleric that bestows blessings and makes things holy by literally absorbing the curses and evil magic. It's fine, he's fine, it doesn't hurt! Not anymore, anyway.

[elainapendragon]

An Eternal Hope: Summary

The world had ended once in Ragnarok, and was reborn into a beautiful paradise. But peace did not last long, and Vandr, Lord of All Evil, rose with his army of undead and set out to annihilate the lands. Were it not for the nine renowned heroes, the Drakahalr, Naernin would have fallen to darkness and chaos. The heroes lost their lives, and Vandr was prophesied to one day return…

But none of that is Valdyrbjalla’s problem.

At 16, she’s finally reached adulthood alongside her brother and sister, Jarl and Alfhildr, and the triplets long for glory; except, they only recently escaped from a hard life of thralldom and are now pirates, living in the dingy Black Markets of the searing deserts. Their entire life consists of only their small ship, cramped living quarters, and monotonous jobs. But Jarl wants to become an einherjar, and defend his country from orcish invaders. Alfhildr wishes to be a traveling bard, sharing her beautiful tunes in the halls of nobles. And Bjalla, however foolish it may sound, longs to become a dragonrider more than anything in the world.

And finally, their chance has come. The ancient light elf Keifdel Drakonsson and his dragon Vedthrelta, the leaders of the most elite force of warriors in the Æsír’s arsenal, the Drekivorðr, have just announced that they’re hosting a gladiatorial competition, the very first which allows the inclusion of criminals like herself– and the reward is fully-paid acceptance into the prestigious Hyveldirin Academy, plus a full pardon and a grand sum of coin. Elated but terrified to leave the relative safety of the Black Markets, she follows her siblings on an epic quest for freedom– which is where her problems start.

She’s constantly fearful of being taken by einherjerii, plagued with nightmares and reminders of the duke who was her owner. She’s small. She’s clumsy. She’s weak. She can barely lift her sword, let alone swing it. Walking for too long leaves her winded and dazed. And yet, she promised her mother that they wouldn’t compete unless they did it together. Now she’s going to be the end of her familys’ freedom if she doesn’t shape up.

But that’s not all. Her new teammates– Asbjorn and Mufnir (siblings), Reiyr and Ylette (twin elves), Zazyr (Keifdel’s own niece), and especially the rogue daemish dragonrider Hráfnfär make her nervous. Will they betray them? Will they leave them for dead in the arena fights? And gods, does the daemond have to be so interesting? Overcoming her trust issues is her second biggest problem.

The first is that there is required six month training before they can even start the arenas– and despite being stubborn enough to keep going until she drops, a little voice in her head (that sounds suspiciously like the duke’s) keeps insisting that no matter what she does, she will never be strong enough.

If anyone would like to be added, please let me know!

[monsterlovinghours]

@realmonsterboyhours side-eyes bjalla 👀

do you ever like someone’s ocs so much it makes you sick

[fiorexiv]

FFXIV-Write 2024: #3 - Tempest

Scribbler's note: This is very very rough and unedited with gaps I need to fill in later, but I should stop staying up to 4am.

Going to try to use read more now also? I'm not too familiar with writer Tumblr post etiquette because I'm just a hobbyist trying to loosen up a creative muscle. I'll keep learning.

Bjalla belongs to my wife!

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"Careless. Stupid. Should have paid more attention." Fiore, seated on the floor of a cave with arms and ankles bound with ropes that were too tight, pushed a small rock back and forth with the toe of his boot, mumbling. He couldn't help but be a bit angry at himself for ending up in this sitatuion. If only he had waited.

“You have something to say, boy?” A burly Midlander, who he assumed was the leader of these bandits, put the tip of his cutlass under Fiore's chin, forcing him to raise his head and meet his stare. The Elezen woman tied up to his right shrieked, probably afraid to see bloodshed. Fiore used it to his advantage.

His eyes squinted as he tried to strip the spite from his voice. “Not at all, just trying to calm her down. Sir.” While he knew there was an immediate threat to his life confronting him, he found that he was more annoyed than afraid. If he was alone, he probably could have slipped away, but there were three other captives here—two young women and a young boy. Three or four bandits shouldn't have been too much of a threat to him, experienced as he was, but protecting others was not his forte, and he made a poor judgement call—one of the women ended up being used as a shield. There was nothing he could do faced with that, and it left him with what he assumed was a broken bone and an unusable hand.

“Tch. Women.” The bandit turned away to demand someone get him a bottle of rum. In a moment, he spun back around to face the Elezen, waving his arms yelling, “Boo!” The poor girl at his side screamed again; he didn't blame her; judging by the fine embroidery of her clothing and the plumpness to her rouged cheeks, she looked to be from a monied background and had probably never imagined a situation like this. But Fiore couldn't believe how childish these rogues actually were. A few of them laughed before they continued talking amongst themselves.

Then there was another shout. Not from one of the captives, but coming from the entrance to the cave. Clangs and battlecries echoed, stunning everyone into silence. The burly bandit barked orders, two others slipped away, but the ruckus only crept closer as the minutes went on.

'There she is,' Fiore mused to himself.

—

The tracking skills she had learned as a kit made finding amateur bandits simpler than walking through an illuminated door. Once she found them, her vengeance was a tempest swallowing all in its wake. Those who tried to block her were quickly swept away in the flood that was her wrath. When the cave opened up, the Vieran woman's eyes flared, an unrestrained destructive urge behind them, as if with enough force she would shatter the tunnels wide open.

A couple of the bandits, armed with daggers, were no match for the heavy blade Bjalla carried, and couldn't even get close enough to fight her before she swatted them out of the way with the flat of her blade.

Then she made eye contact with Fiore. The bandit leader, realizing the two of them were connected, cursed, pointing his sword at bound Vieran.

It was the last mistake he would ever make.

The guttural roar that emanated from her throat echoed through the caves as the massive greatsword, aimed to cleave the Hyur in two, barely missed its mark after a panicked retreat, fissuring the stony ground beween them with a crash that left Fiore's ears ringing. It was a show of force that sparked fear in some of the remaining, more inexperienced ruffians. Two of them scrambled away, tripping over each other squealing unintelligible apologies.

With only the leader and his most loyal lackeys left, Fiore urged the other captives to look away. Too late, he realized as a severed arm soared across the cave, splattering blood over some of their faces clothes and landing behind them with a wet thud. The Auri girl vomited.

—

Sweat fell from Bjalla's brow as she finally came around to Fiore's side, having tended to the other captives first.

“They hurt you,” she observed, loosening his restraints.

Once she helped him back to his feet, he stretched, body aching in the places he'd taken blows. “I'm alright—”

“Your arm?” she insisted after seeing him wince. She looked him up and down, as if expecting to see more damage.

He knew that she'd be upset at the bruises hidden beneath his clothes , and he preferred to avoid any more reason for her to hunt down the surviving thieves. Fiore shook his head, brushing the dust from his trousers with his good arm. He held the other up, trying to check its condition in the yellow lantern light. The wrist was swollen and turning purple; he feared he may not be able to grip his cooking knife comfortably for awhile, let alone fight. “I may have something broken,” he admitted with a sigh. “I need to see a chirurgeon when I can—”

Bjalla suddenly plunged her sword straight into the ground to free her arms, and wrapped them around Fiore in a tight hug.

He smiled, though she happened to touch a tender spot. “I'm sorry. I couldn't just leave them and wait for you. Let's escort them back and find a healer, okay?”