#gulool ja

[jojostory]

she's gonna spoil him rotten!!

[umbramira]

it takes a village to raise a child

[rene-elric]

boba tea for gulool ja

[kennycrows]

[thecottageinthedark]

[figgyroo]

I didn’t think the fathers in this game could get worse

[hamletisintown]

Some more doodles from this fic!

Zoraal Ja's mostly trying his best. It's not a very good best yet. He'll get there eventually.

Variant doodle under the cut~

Here you go, you can see him more clearly there! I didn't draw him whole for no reason! Look at him!

[kiloude-city]

Just finished Dawntrail and I will say: Super annoyed that they did the trope where character has kid without mentioning other parent and how. Aka WHO IS GULOOL JA'S MOTHER AND OW THE FUCK DID ZORAAL JA GET LAID

[rhlotr]

okay sure i'll be your new dad which makes the bird here your sister. you can bond over your old dads being shitheads who decided to fuck around with magic instead of going to therapy

[nhaneh]

- "Gulool Ja, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Matoya."

[paintedscales]

AuRaugust 2024 :: Day Thirty-One :: Golden

"... How cruel, I thought. How cruel it was to cast you aside and shun you...to treat you lesser than this golden city built upon this promise of eternal life. How heartbreaking it was to see a part of me in you. My siblings always told me that mothers and fathers were there to love and care for their children. How cruel for him to leave you with this 'legacy' after saying such terrible things to you. I'm sorry I couldn't be there...because I never wanted to see children treated the same as I was ever again..."

[thecarlinecanopy]

[xen-the-salt-mage]

...so anyway, how's Dawntrail?

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2024 6. Halcyon

Characters: Wuk Lamat, Gulool Ja Ja, Koana, V'anille Tia, U'rahn Nuhn, Zoraal Ja, Y'zel Tia, Bakool Ja Ja, Gulool Ja, Krile Mayer, G'raha Tia, Violet Fisher, Alisaie Leveilleur Expansion: Dawntrail Rating: T Summary: Lamaty'i's perfect day.

“Papa! Papa! Watch this!”

Wuk Lamat let out a little howl of excitement as she launched herself up in the air, spiking a blue and white ball with her ball toward Koana as the Head of Resolve turned to watch while crunching loudly on a rather large taco. Koana rushed forward but found himself stumbling into the sand, letting the ball bounce beside him then whiz past toward V’anille at the aetheric barrier the former had created to make use as a goal. A loud victory fanfare played across the beach as Wuk Lamat let out a “Wahoo!” and turned to give a high-ten to U'rahn at their goal.

“Well done Lamaty'i,” Gulool Ja Ja praised, giving a booming clap of his hands together. “Though we shall see your victory short lived once Zoraal Ja is ready to play. Isn't that right son?”

Zoraal Ja let out a grunt of acknowledgement, narrowing his eyes as he rolled his shoulders only to straighten up and let out a surprised gasp as a pair of hands slid down his back.

“Sit still will you! Your scales will dry out from the salt if you don't let me do this,” a pink-haired Miqo'te scolded, popping up from behind Zoraal Ja’s back, rubbing lotion over his arms.

“Sorry,” Zoraal mumbled, facing away from his family. 

Wuk Lamat crossed her arms and leaned toward Koana as he brushed the sand off his body and readjusted his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Hey. Who's that all over Zoraal Ja?”

“I believe it is the Doman Consort, Y'zel Tia,” Koana responded.

“Ooooooh. I didn't think Zoraal Ja would let anyone get that close to him…if he wasn't trying to stab them,” Wuk Lamat mused before covering her mouth with her paw. “Are they…?”

“That is none of our businesses Lamaty'i. You've already proposed on one brother’s behalf. At this rate you'll be playing matchmaker for father too,” Koana sighed before idly playing with his wedding ring as he looked over to V'anille smiling and giving him a little wave then jumping as a loud popping sound shot across the beach. 

“Aw…my ball,” U’rahn whined, slumping a little as his ears drooped as Bakool Ja Ja lifted his foot and peeled the flattened off his foot.

“Why did you do that Bakool Ja Ja!?” Wuk Lamat demanded, tail flicking up in anger as she stomped a foot into the sand.

Bakool Ja Ja cowered back a bit. “I just…,” the Mystic started.

“I just wanted to play too,” Mighty finished before shoving a bag into Wuk Lamat’s arms before running away with tears in his eyes.

“Not again,” Y'zel sighed, finishing rubbing scale lotion on Zarool Ja’s cheeks before hurrying off after Bakool Ja Ja, looking back to fall. “Make sure the Dawnservant is covered too!’

Wuk Lamat blinked then opened the bag, finding a party sized amount of Anut Tii’s Tacos inside. “Oh! That dummy. He should have just said so.”

“But uh…you're the one that yelled at him,” U’rahn pointed out while Gulool Ja Ja joined them in the sand.

The Dawnservant scratched at his chin of Resolve, watching Bakool Ja Ja get chased down by Y'zel, many people leaping out of his path. “I think he likes you Lamaty'i.”

The bag of tacos fell to the ground, Wuk Lamat's jaw dropping as her eyes widened up at her father. “Papa! No! Don't be gross! He does not,” Wuk Lamat protested, her face heating up.

“I will have to keep closer watch on him,” Koana said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose while Zoraal Ja wandered over, hand on the hilt of one of his blades.

“You're all the worst! Cut it out! Right now,” Wuk Lamat demanded.

“Is Auntie Lamaty'i going to marry Bakool Ja Ja?” Gulool Ja’s voice sounded out from behind.

Gulool Ja Ja let out a ground shaking laugh as Wuk Lamat wheeled around, finding her nephew holding a rather large ice cream, G'raha Tia and Krile accompanying him, both trying to politely hide their snickering behind their own cones.

“No! Never! Everyone better cut it out right now!” Wuk Lamat demanded, eyes welling up as the teasing got to her.

“Alright Lamaty'i. We’ll stop,” Galool Ja Ja soothed, patting his daughter's back gently before looking to his grandson with his ice cream. “Why don't you show Grandpa where you got that? He could use a treat.”

“Okay! This way,” Gulool Ja said excitedly, hurrying off back the way he came, the Dawnservant following.

“Aw. I wanted to Papa to get a chance to play with us,” Wuk Lamat whined as U'rahn went blue in the face behind her trying to blow up his ball again.

“If you can't play your silly game then we can entertain ourselves with practice combat,” Zoraal Ja said, unsheathing his blades.

Wuk Lamat turned, looking at her elder brother as he attempted a smile. She took a step back then let her ears perk as Violet’s voice called out, “Lamaty'i! Stop playing with boys and come swiven join us already!”

“Oh! Maybe next time brother! It seems like it is girl's night! Why don't you train with Koana? Or U'rahn! He's indestructible,” she said, backing away with her paws back before looking around Zoraal Ja as U'rahn flopped backward into the sand out of breath, “Um..mostly.”

With that, she turned heel and hurried to join Violet and Alisae at the bar in Xbalyav T’ve. Taking a seat, she beamed then pulled over and ordered a pineapple cup before spinning around on her stool. Violet hummed, sipping at some sort of dark coloured liquor while Alisae nursed a virgin daiquiri. She brushed her hair from her face as she looked out toward the horizon, the setting sun starting to let pinks and blues paint the sky. The boys out in the sand scuffled about, playing fighting until suddenly fleeing as Gulool Ja Ja jumped in with his swords drawn then seized up as his back gave out again.

“Oh Papa,” Wuke Lamat sighed with a little smile, setting her drink aside before running out to join her brother’s in trying to get the Dawnservant back up on his feet again.

-

V’anille frowned as he found Lamaty’i smiling and hunched over her writing desk beside a stack of unfinished paperwork while Koana shook his head and sighed behind him. “Oh Papa, you’re getting too old for this…,” Lamaty’i said in her sleep.

“Should I wake her,” V’anille asked, looking to his husband as he moved the paperwork to see if there was something he could do for her.

“No. She seems to be enjoying herself. Let her have rest,” Koana said, draping a blanket over his sister’s shoulders before kissing the top of her head then taking V’anille’s hand to lead him out of the room and back to their chambers to let Lamaty’i enjoy her dream a little longer.

[lost-but-with-coffee]

So one of my friends hasn’t played FF14 in a hot minute

when Dawntrail came out and people where posting gulool ja around he came to me one day

“Hey I’ve been seeing people post this little blue lizard dude around, I want to let you know that he looks like a Star Wars characters that they put in the movie to sell merch of him. Specifically all he does in the moive is pilot the Millennium Falcon with Chewbacca, say something in an alien language than smoke a fat blunt”

And honestly yeah I can see it

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #13: A Sky Full of Stars

Prompt: butte || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Spoilers for Dawntrail, mostly for the existence of a certain character.

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Wuk Lamat hauled herself over the lip of the cliff with only a small grunt of exertion. “And here’s the top!” she said cheerfully, shrugging her pack off and setting it down.

“I thought you’d gotten lost,” Erenville drawled from his spot next to a cheerfully crackling campfire.

She turned up her nose and sniffed haughtily. “I had a passenger, and couldn’t go rushing up a sheer cliff at breakneck speed,” she said, and looked down. “How did you like the ascent?”

“It was fun, Lamaty’i!” Gulool Ja said, reaching up once she finished unclipping him from the inner cache of her pack he had been sitting in for the climb. (Erenville had sewn the sturdy leather clips in himself as well as made the matching harness, which was the only reason she hadn’t had a heart attack the many times she’d felt her nephew stick his neck out as far as he could to get a better look at the drop below them.) Wuk Lamat obediently hoisted him up and out, because she was, as Rereha had put it, completely whipped. Gulool Ja beamed up at her and added, “I can’t wait to be able to do it myself!”

“It won’t be too long, now!” Wuk Lamat said with a grin. “And better than the ascent: the view!”

She gestured broadly with her arms, and Gulool Ja took his first look at Shaaloani from the top of one of the buttes that dotted the landscape.

“Woah…”

Wuk Lamat would admit to a bias for Tuliyollal, of course, and the magnificence of the many environs of Yok Tural, but the arid beauty of Shaaloani stole her breath on occasion. They were far enough north that the twinkles of the Sheshenewezi Springs aetheryte to the southwest Mehwahhetsoan one to the east were just barely visible on the horizon lines. Faint blue smoke from the ceruleum fields caught the reflected light of the setting sun, but otherwise the view was nature in all her glory: the flat, dusty earth, stretching far, far out into forever to meet the sky; the hardy scrubs and cacti breaking up the monotony with their vibrant greens and rounded lines; the slow, shadowed movement of a rroneek herd settling down for the night, the cows protectively circling their calves as the bulls took watch; the distant form of a wheeling eagle, riding the sunset thermals.

Leagues and leagues and leagues of nothing save the stark wonder of the world, raw and untamed, with the setting sun setting sky and land alike afire with reds and oranges and pinks and golds.

Gulool Ja stared and stared and stared, and Wuk Lamat gently patted him on the shoulder before going to help Erenville with dinner. And this wasn’t even the best of it!

Erenville flashed one of his rare grins at her as she plopped down next to the fire. “You did tell him,” he said.

“I did!” Wuk Lamat said, taking out a small cast iron pan from her pack and a stack of tortillas she’d made back at the palace. She set the pan on the edge of the fire and waited impatiently to be able to reheat the tortillas. She was hungry. “But there’s telling and then there’s seeing!”

Erenville actually chuckled. “True enough,” he said, tending the pot in which he was cooking the rroneek filling for their taco dinner. “How many of the old stories do you intend to tell him tonight?”

“As many as I can before he can’t stay awake any longer!”

It was as they finished the preparations for dinner that the stars began coming out.

The blanket of night had crept in steadily from the east, but the brilliance of the sun had kept night’s attendants hidden until only a faint pink line in the west remained. The north star appeared first, of course, the guide to all her siblings. Then a few more. And another. And another. Slowly, at first, and then faster, and faster, until the night could barely be called dark with the density of stars overhead, white and gold and even some blue and red, and the magnificence of Valigarmanda’s Wake wheeled in the heavens.

Gulool Ja had come to sit next to Wuk Lamat, and he stared upward, mouth agape, tacos forgotten. “I didn’t know there were so many,” he whispered, awe infusing every word. “Alexandria doesn’t even have any stories about stars.”

Sorrow suffused Wuk Lamat then, both for her nephew and the people of Alexandria. To not even have stories to remember that once stars had existed for them… How awful!

“Well, then, Gulool Ja, here is your first story,” Erenville said, and pointed towards the north star. “That is the north star. Here in the northern part of the world, it will always lead you true. In Eorzea, they call it the Navigator’s Jewel. In Tuliyollal, they call it the Serpent’s Eye.”

“It’s said, many long, long millennia ago,” Wuk Lamat said, picking up the thread, “when Valigarmanda was new to his great power, he fought for ten nights and ten days with a great queen of the Xbr’aal. The queen won, eventually, but at great expense to her people and kingdom, but Valigarmanda had been subdued—for a time.”

“The queen claimed Valigarmanda’s eyes,” Erenville said. Wuk Lamat took the opportunity to drop a dollop of salsa onto her current taco and pop into her mouth. Her friend continued, “The great serpent would of course grow them back; he was Valigarmanda, and no mere battle wound would overcome his strength and magic. But the Xbr’aal queen would take a trophy, and with her own magic, she set one great eye into the northern sky, and one into the southern, so that no matter where they were, the peoples of the land would always have a guide by which to steer them home.”

Gulool Ja stared with wide eyes at them both, idly remembering to nibble on his food. “Does every star have a story?” he said.

“Just about!” Wuk Lamat said with a grin and a wink. “Pick one, and we’ll tell you.”

Gulool Ja took a moment to think, casting his gaze about the heavens, before pointing out a pink one just south of the Serpent’s Eye. “That one.”

“Ahhh, the Lady,” Wuk Lamat said. This one was a favorite of hers! “This is what my mama told me about her…”