#gyr: [flirts with him]

[twofunerals]

THE FIRST SHOT (2024) 雪迷宫 "Xiao Bei, you're in your thirties. Why are you still acting like a kid?"

[coldshrugs]

Nishant and Afreen are half-siblings from Gyr Abania who found life in the R tribe too stifling and, well, too hetero. They headed west in their mid-teens and, with no prospects and a need for protection, fell in with a group of small-time highway bandits. Nish's echo triggered for the first time while trying to rob Arenvald, who convinced the two to accompany him to the Waking Sands. They've made respectable names for themselves as Scions.

Nishant is a lancer, but his true skill lies in intel gathering. He's incredibly charismatic and not above flirting to get what he needs. If Nishant is the face of this duo, Afreen is the fist. She will do what it takes to get their jobs done, and she pulls no punches.

[minarcana]

I demand a 5000 word essay on thanuri

okay, sure. This is mostly about Uri because he's my guy.

tl;dr (fig. 1)

I’m just going to sort my thoughts chronologically since it’s easier that way. As far as a thesis (necessary for any good essay— trust me, the only reason this is informal and doesn’t include Chicago citations is because it’d be too much effort to figure out how to put footnotes in a tumblr ask) goes, see image (fig. 1) above.

I both headcanon and write Urianger as having a crush on Thancred since about five minutes after they met, though Urianger “self awareness of a walnut, could not even tell you his favourite colour because he’s never thought about it” Augurelt is utterly incapable of putting that feeling in such words beyond a vague desire to be friends or something. I don’t think Thancred liked him back, he’s got things to do and presumably standards for better-looking people than Urianger. This is almost certainly for the best because look into my eyes: ARR era Urianger is so utterly unaware of anything to do with himself and so sincerely unused to actually having romantic inclinations that if Thancred flirted with him using any level of affected sincerity once, Urianger would be vaporized upon impact. Charri linked me this like four days ago and I've been thinking about it since because it would actually kill Urianger, party wipe, one mil points of damage, no hope, and that is super funny to me.

Urianger having a capital-R Reaction to Thancred 1. wouldn't occur with any flirting he thinks is not actually sincere (i.e. Thancred can oneshot him with being offhandedly tender, but not with offhand sexual overtures) 2. would be followed by Urianger being completely thrown off kilter for the next solid week. Just sitting there going "????????????????" at the concept that he 1. has feelings 2. has feelings for a coworker, which seems completely unprofessional 3. has feelings for Thancred, who is obviously out of his league and has zero reason whatsoever to pay attention to Urianger. Good luck, bud, at least Uri's good at repressing.

Urianger is also (in one of my fav things he does in ARR) one of the only people to express sincere irritation with Thancred's slutting it up (i.e. "Thancred there's a woman here asking about you. I'm giving her your personal address as a threat to you specifically.") which is where my take that he's 'a person who's jealous and doesn't know he's jealous of those who can ask for and get Thancred's attention' comes from. And he apparently remembers a lot of Thancred's flings' names, which is totally normal for your bro to do over women he isn't jealous of. He is so hilariously Down Bad but has no idea whatsoever.

They're also Good Friends (tm)(c)(r), as there's very few people who are casual enough to rib Urianger (Y'shtola and Moen are the other two). I like their friendship! Urianger, also, likes their friendship. They are two huge dorks and Thancred ends up translating Uri to other people a lot, I think. It's nice in your job of Mostly Dealing With The World Ending to have a friend who gets whatever weird bullshit you're on.

Their relationship is also very important to me in HVW patch, where Thancred is the person who brings Urianger back into the circle the Scions are standing in after his ostensible betrayal. It's a surprise to Urianger, as Thancred was who his subterfuge hurt the most (more than Minfilia, even, and she is the one who he feels he 'killed'), but they're tight!! They're tight enough for Thancred to forgive him for The Thing That Fucked Thancred Up The Most. Even if Urianger's a suspicious bastard, Thancred knows with full sincere certainty that Urianger's heart is in the right place and he's trusted. This both astounds Urianger and matters deeply to him. Urianger likes this dipshit.

It's called FRIENDS WHO TRUST EACH OTHER ENTIRELY AND GET EACH OTHER also I think in STB era when Thancred says he's not going to Gyr Abania with everyone else because he's making sure Uri is safe holding down the fort they can like, maybe hold hands. As a treat. For Me.

Great for all of us, spending three years with a bunch of faefolk is Uriangers Self Assurance Era where he spends three years living his best life and like, sharply becoming more comfortable with his various shit and with his relations he has. It is endlessly funny to me how Urianger lets Thancred and Minfilia stay with him in Il Mheg while the twins haven't seen him at all since they arrived. Urianger really went "eh, well, it's too dangerous for my siblings to visit. However my coworker being actively hunted by sin eaters and Eulmore knocked on the door and yeah I'll Do Anything He Asks Me For that's fine not dangerous at all I can organize that." He gets exactly self aware enough to be aware that his interest in Thancred is Not Platonic.

Just casual bro activity when your bro shows up at your door with a teenager because he needs a place for a few nights and you immediately do everything in your power to provide a space for them. Thancred and Minfilia have been able to visit Il Mheg for the years Urianger's been there, with clear comfort around the pixies, who when WoL and Co. show up, attempt to force the gang to stay there forever, meaning Urianger clearly had to do something to delineate Minfilia and Thancred as Do Not Touch Them. The pixies can fuck with them, but I do think Urianger's the type to, when told he has the opening to keep his best friend who he cares deeply about safe, go and make a good few deals for this sake. He's not going to tell Thancred about it.

He wards his home, and keeps space for Thancred and Minfilia for whenever they visit. He would make something more of overtures toward Thancred if he didn't think it was overstepping or unwelcome— he's awkward around actual feelings, and still isn't sure Thancred would have any interest in him if there were literally any other options. As it is, Urianger's just confident enough to have an open favoritism with the fact that he wants Thancred around him and likes being able to protect him and their kid.

(When Thancred first stays the 'night' at the Bookman's Shelves, it takes Urianger quite a bit of effort not to keep checking in on him or ask Thancred if he'd share a bed— Urianger lacks the words or the processed feelings to feel able to voice it, but he keeps remembering the vision of corpses every time he pictures Thancred sleeping, and keeps having the irrational fear that the times Thancred is lying still in his home he's stopped breathing. He knows it's misplaced paranoia, but he'd like to be able to lay his hands on what he's trying so hard to protect, without feeling like he'd overstep by the act of being sincere when he likely hasn't earned it.)

There are more than subtle story beats that show Urianger and Thancred are very tight. They are co parenting. Besties at minimum like you cannot look at how Urianger and Thancred interact in Shadowbringers and not be like oh yeah theyre each other's best friend And Possibly Boyfriend. Urianger isn't subtle. He also cares for Minifilia/Ryne soooo much, but he feels like he can't openly force Thancred to deal with his feelings because I dont feel like he thinks he has a place to obviously stick his foot in.

I;m adding stuff to this as I play and bud. Urianger and the gang finding Thancred near death in the desert. I cannot help but imagine Urianger, guy who is deeply traumatized by the death of his best friend when he wasn't there to help or even witness, felt super normal about leaving to find Alisaie and Co. (which I do think was an excuse— I see it as him wanting to leave because he was scared of seeing Minfilia's choice and possibly biasing her, afraid he would try to interject or he wouldn't be able to not react, so he tried to run) and coming back to see his current best friend (at minimum) nearly dead when Urianger wasn't there to protect him or help. Urianger, about to lose his marbles: haha hey guys please help me heal thancred im fine right now. look i need Urianger to be holding thancreds hand tight enough to bruise while speed-casting benefic because he is terrified.

I do think it's super cute in the Ryne naming scene how Uri's like WAIT YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED TO MY INFODUMPING?? and Thancred's just "eh, a little bit." Shut up just from that being his reaction I know he is out here doing his absolute best to listen to Urianger's rambling and given how when Uri gets to teach the WoL things in story he's always got this cute lil smile on Thancred's just sitting there as Urianger tries to speedrun teaching Thancred a language with delight. tfw you can tell your partner is experiencing Showing Love By Infodump and it's only right you participate but then act self conscious about it later. That's so cute. Thancred doing his best

Urianger is also self-aware enough to realize he's kind of a loser, and definitely not Thancred's usual type, so them fucking is either both of them going "haha we're doing this casually, definitely super platonic" or it's "Thancred art thou sure it is I thou hath interest in" "I am quite literally currently between your legs trying to remove your underclothes, what do you think".

This isn't 5000 words, but if you add this little drabble of them ARR and this HVW pornography with feelings, it is, and both of those contain my thoughts, so there's that. shameless self promotion.

[fluffysilver]

Flufftober day 1

1. “I’ve Got You.” 

Whichever of the Twelve designed this part of Gyr Abania needed to have a good talking to, Rika decided as he clambered down the side of a cliff, avoiding the blasts of a Garlean contingent of magitech armor. Just his luck to be out hunting along when a patrol in force found him. And of course the opportunity to kill the Warrior of Light was just too good for them to pass up.

He dropped down and shifted to Dragoon. They weren’t going to actually leave him alone so he was going to  have to persuade him to, when he found some decent ground. Dragoon jump should get him clear of this damned spire of rock, though, where he had no room to move. 

That was the plan, at least. Landing on the other rock spire, though, proved problematic when the stone crumbled under his feet, unbalancing him. Lasers blasted shrapnel over him as the Garleans fired on him. 

Then a golden aura wrapped around Rika before he could fall, yanking him away from the edge and into a pair of strong arms. “Davi? Where did you come from?” 

“I came looking for you,” Davien replied, his Sage weapons hovering around him and his tail flirting. “Honestly. I can’t leave you alone, you keep getting into trouble.” 

Rika blushed faintly and laughed. “I’m glad you’re here. Back me up to chase these guys off?” 

With a smile, Davien nodded. “I’ve got you, lover.”

[crowtongued]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Re-post and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: Alekt, Spy, Gyr, Protem, Kytes, Lavi

Most Character Development: Kytes, by far. He's had so much development ever since I started playing him with Rune (@eiinn-ulfr's OC) that its almost unreal. He's completely taken over the muse space lol

Trash Muse: Havoc (another OC). No question. Fuck that guy and his stupid egg beater.

The Meme-Lord: Lavi, probably. Also Spy and Gyr, especially when they're together.

Most Likely to Start a War: Havoc. Personality-wise, Kytes or Spy, since both are pretty fighty. But seeing as Alekt kind of canonically did start a war, actually Alekt lmfao As well as another OC, Altius

Worst Personality: Havoc. Literally the worst. Piece of shit. Bad dog.

Best Singer: Spy, for sure. Its not necessarily that she has the best voice, but she does have the most passion.

Most Attractive Muse: I guess it depends on how you look at it. Alekt is most attractive when it comes to looking refined and high-class. Spy is all about flashy rebel goth-punk fashion. Gyr if you like the rugged mountain-man look. Kytes if you like scars and someone who looks kind of young and unassuming but will tear you a new asshole if you look at him wrong.

Biggest Heart: Kytes. He might only give his heart away to a few select people but he's ride-or-die when he does. Spy is a close second.

Falls in Love Quickest: Kytes, even though most won't see it

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Kytes and Spy

Ice Ruler: Alekt

The Edgelord: Faulklin (OC), but I don't write him much these days. He practically invented edgelord.

Most Tragic Backstory: Kytes, by a long shot.

Best Case of Puberty: Probably Gyr considering the bitch is like 6'7" and ended up being taller than most adults.

Most Awkward: Kytes. He's painfully shy and doesn't really know how to be around other people.

Busy Bee: Alekt. Total workaholic.

Most Clueless: Kytes, on account of his history and memory problems.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Kytes. Memory problems. Its fine though because he has his sugar-daddy Rune (@eiinn-ulfr).

Best Dressed: Alekt and Spy.

Biggest Flirt: Lavi, big time. He a hoe.

Most Dramatic: Lavi, Spy, Kytes, in that order.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Alekt. Protem would argue he's always on time, according to Fate.

One with Weirdest Habit: Kytes. We don't talk about it.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Spy, Gyr, Alekt, Lavi

Tagged by: @starsburned

Tagging: @starsburned since its been a hot minute, @eiinn-ulfr, @corruptiongifted / @zcitgcistcr, @theircurse, @crownshattered, @adenial, @drownedwar or steal it.

[kinitofan1]

The SongTeller and The Satirist Bio

The is for @twiggystarrdust {thank you for liking my SkekLi design btw} and for anyone else out there who is wondering about them, I’m not going to tell you the full story of it since i don’t want to spoiler the comic for you, but i’ll tell you about a bit the characters I know, so lets start with..

SkekLi The Satirist

Some of you know SkekLi, but or those who don’t know umm lemme just say like, he’s a funny looking guy who don’t take things serious, if you wanna to know about him then watch this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoMVicGc8xU {it’s not my video but it’s helpful to know more about him} and in this AU, He’s trying to be the best skeksis to his bride and his childlings, but very lovable. He does give the best advice from Kylan, for trying to be a caring skeksis he can be. He’s also very close to his childlings, He dose teach Val {his daughter} how to control, know the ways of the Arathim. And as for Gyr {his son} likes to show or teach his some tricks he knows. He used to be very cruel and felt left behind, but married to Kylan, He feels less alone.

Kylan The SongTeller

Yes the one and only Kylan the SongTeller, At first he didn’t trust SkekLi, but remembered that he was alone and felt really bad. So he teaches him how to be good or nice to others. even when SkekLi is too stubborn to do it, but to Kylan, he’s still trying. He’s still bond with his kids and even cares about them. Tell them stories, sing them a song and really like to do their hair sometimes. And sometimes worried about them going to the outside since they’ve been living in the Caves of Grot. Also he is a housewife, he cooks, cleans and takes care of the kids. But mostly, Kylan spends most of the time with SkekLi since he’s now loves him deeply. Still he mostly missed the outside but then focused on his family, until Gyr discovered the outside...

Val The CareTaker

Val aka SkekVal {SkekLi’s pov} aka Valeriana {Kylan’s pov} is the oldest daughter of the SongTeller and the Satirist. She is a caretaker- that’s what she called herself, who spend most of her time with the Arathim. She used to hang out with other gelflings before when she was very young, including the one she really likes. But after when they found out that her father was a skeksis, they began to fear her and stopped hanging out with her. Val was alone then, until the Arathim began to comfort her, she was finally whole again. She never told her parents about gelflings she used to be friends with, but then never mentioned them ever. Val hates seeing her parents flirting with each other and sometimes picking on her brother for fun. So yeah, She is a spider lover.

Gyr The Child

Gyr is the youngest son of the SongTeller and the Satirist and mostly is an childling. He has a close bond with his father {SkekLi} and very soon will be just like him, a jester. But still has a little bond with his father {Kylan} but sometimes he hates kisses from him. Sometimes he really likes to annoy his sister {Val} but still has a bond with her. He likes to chill with the Arathim whatever he feels like but left shortly after {he gets bored easily}. The Child or Childling gets his name from Maurda Argot or UrLii the StoryTeller when they first met. UrLii likes to mention about the outside which SkekLi doesn’t like. Then he questions his parents about the outside above cause, he gets curious, but they never mention it to him. But hopefully after, he might check out some day... Sorry if this is a lot to think of but i hope this helps. I might change them personally whenever I have the time. So anyways thank you for listening, if there’re any more questions you wanna ask, you can always repost your question if you like or ask in the question box. I’ll do my best to answer you question soon as possible. Again thank you <3 p.s this AU is a little inspiration from The Addam Family series {mostly that one netflix series called Wednesday} and one of the Tim Burton films. just the heads up : ]

[alionne]

5 | Deliberate (free write)

Sequel to Scale, because my brain really didn’t want to stop thinking about this. Spoilers for Stormblood. Cursing and flirting but no smut... yet. 3284 words.

He hears her coming, of course.

Estinien had heard her the first time, too, with the pugilist girl, one of the Scions he hadn’t met. Not that he needed to meet any more of them, mind you. The ones he’d encountered were bad enough.

‘Bad’ may not be the right word, he admits to himself, but he’d already helped them on this little trip, there was no need to start doling out compliments, too. 

If anything, the cannon had been a welcome challenge. He doesn’t miss killing dragons, nor the rage surging through him each time he fought, but… he is the Azure Dragoon. He has power, and though he’d been trying to direct that power in a peaceable direction, lately, it’s pleasing when problems can be solved with his lance alone.

Of course, the problem with power is that there are all too many parties with an interest in how you use it. The cannon was one thing—what was he supposed to do, just let them all get shot to death?—but linger too long and he’d soon be on the receiving end of a tedious speech about duty and the future of Eorzea, and then he’d have to watch Alphinaud’s disappointment when he turned him down. And then probably sit through another lecture, because the boy was stubborn as all hell.

No, Estinien had come to Gyr Abania for one thing—the eyes of Nidhogg, which were his responsibility, and had somehow floated up from below the Steps of Faith and ended up here. Somewhere.

So he was lying low. After dodging the Imperials’ bullets, he’d set for the highest landmark he could find—an ancient ship, whose origins he did not know. It was a passable hideout, particularly since some ancient guardian attacked him as he approached. Estinien had dispatched it easily enough, but it fought with a ferocity that suggested that commoners and soldiers alike would avoid this place.

But of course, not a day later, he’d heard someone climbing the cliff—his cliff, he’d thought, stubbornly. Whoever it was was talking too loudly to be searching for an errant dragoon, though. Tucked away behind the ruined vessel, he’d waited until it seemed they were facing away, then stole a look.

Of course it was her. Who else would turn up on the very rock Estinien was hiding if not the bloody Warrior of Light, accompanied by yet another Scion of the Seventh Dawn? Still, they weren’t looking for him. They’d probably come to inspect the Garlean outpost and figure out why it wasn’t firing at them. If Estinien stayed out of sight, they’d figure it out soon enough and leave him be.

He hadn’t chanced a second look. Alionne was too bloody perceptive, sometimes, and who knew what powers the other girl had. Still, he could hear snippets of their conversation, when the wind was right— or rather, he could hear the one girl’s chatter, and then the occasional pause, when Alionne was presumably nodding in response. 

She’d looked… quite lovely, he thought, mulling over his brief glance as he waited for them to leave. She’d exchanged her heavier Coerthan outfit for something more befitting the desert, and it revealed a great deal more of her form. She’d looked stronger, too, although mayhaps it was simply her outfit, exposing more muscle to admire. Still, even Estinien, who had been avoiding people for moons now, had heard of Doma’s miraculous rebellion. The whole thing reeked of Scion meddling, and where the Scions went, so too went the Warrior of Light, so she’d likely honed her skills on some far eastern magitek.

He’d love to examine her more… thoroughly. Certainly, their last dalliance suggested she’d be amenable, but a few conversations prior to his departure suggested that Aymeric had finally found his balls and was going to ask her out, properly. And while he was fairly sure he’d be welcome in that arrangement, it did mean she could lecture him on both the Scions’ and Ishgard’s behalf, and no potential dalliance was worth that mess.

It’s good to see her, though. Since leaving Ishgard, the only familiar face he’d seen was Hraesvaelgr's, and as… interesting as that encounter had been, there was a comfort in seeing his friends here, even if from a distance. Alphinaud, he’d spotted leaving the rubble of the tower, which was a relief, considering the carnage that had befallen it. And here is Alionne, equally uninjured. He’d done a good day’s work at Castrum Abania.

He hates to leave a job unfinished—that was what had led to him tramping all over Gyr Abania in the first place, unfinished business—so when the Scions finally leave Estinien’s rock, he lingers. No doubt, the imperials will be hard at work repairing their weapon. The Resistance seems savvy enough to press the advantage, but he’d like to see things ended for himself. Besides, if they successfully eliminate the outpost, the Resistance will claim the entire region, and Estinien will be able to leave more easily, dodging only one army, and a much less bloodthirsty one, at that.

So he keeps an eye to the south as he sets up a camp. Movement suggests repairs to the ceruleum pipeline are indeed underway, but the cannon barrel stays put. By mid-afternoon, Estinien is dozing slightly, which is why he’s caught off-guard when there’s suddenly a large hole in the glass window of the castrum’s command room. On instinct, he leaps to his feet, grabbing his lance, before he realizes that whatever’s happened, it’s hardly something he can leap off and address. He sits back down, watching the outpost more closely. 

In the next few minutes, the small dots moving to and from the broken pipeline suddenly cease. They’ve stopped repairing the pipeline, then. Well, that’s as sure a sign as any that the Resistance have done something. Pushed someone out a window, it seems.

No further activity comes from the castrum as night falls, and Estinien slowly relaxes. The cannon is dealt with, so he can resume his search for the Eyes. He doesn’t know how much aether remains in them after such a powerful summoning, but he’s confident he’ll recognize their signature, no matter how faint. He’d sensed nothing from the Resistance camps, so they were probably in the hands of the Garleans—besides, if the Eorzean Alliance had found the Eyes of Nidhogg, Aymeric himself would probably have arrived by now, bloody guilt complex the man carries.

So, East, then, to occupied territory, where the Resistance themselves are no doubt headed. And, assuming he finds the Eyes, perhaps further East, after that. No Eorzean had seen anything like the great dragon summoned over Baelsar’s Wall, but Estinien had found a tome of Far Eastern lore depicting such creatures. With Eorzea’s dragon troubles mostly-sorted, Estinien might be more useful in other parts of the world.

It would be a nice change, too, from this endless desert. Even Coerthas was more than snow, once you got far enough out. This… he’d never begrudge the Ala Mhigans their homeland, but it could do with a bit more color. And Estinien had heard that the hot springs in Kugane rivaled those of Ishgard.

He’s nearly drifted off, imagining it, when a familiar sound brings him to full alertness. The whistle of a rope, tossed over a hold, the scrape of shoes on stone. Someone is climbing his cliff, and a great deal more quietly than the Scions earlier.

Or… not that quietly, he amends, hearing a muttered curse. Not a stealth mission, then. Mayhaps the Resistance had sent a scout. Or a desperate Imperial was climbing to high ground, looking for intel.

Well. He was very good at hiding in the shadows. He would watch them from here. If it was a Resistance member, he’d stay out of sight, and they would never be the wiser. If it was an Imperial… well, they wouldn’t see him, or anything else, for that matter.

Silently, Estinien tucks his few belongings away, glad he hadn’t started a fire—there will be no trace of his presence if he leaps away. He hefts his lance, eyeing the cliff’s edge. The moon was near-full, so whoever it was hadn’t needed a torch. Or they knew the cliff well. Or they were desperate.

Or… a hand grasps the edge of the cliff, and Estinien stares at it a moment, trying to figure out why he recognizes a hand and, Halone’s swiving teats, it’s the Warrior of Light, of course it is, because Alionne is too lucky, or persistent, or something for her own good.

Estinien is frozen in indecision. Is she here for him? The imperials knew their cannon had been destroyed by just one man, and the Resistance likely had spies among them, given the lack of an all-out assault on the castrum. There weren’t many men who could single-handedly cause that much damage, and as much pride as that brings Estinien, the Scions might have guessed his presence. Although that didn’t explain why she knew he’d be here, on this particular rock… it could be another reason. She’d been here before, perhaps she was scouting something. He could jump away, while she wasn’t looking, and she’d never know he was here. He could do it now, in fact…

Which is fair strange, because he’s been staring at her unmoving fingers for far longer than it should have taken for her to climb up over the edge. What is she doing? What kind of person climbs a cliff (my cliff, Estinien thinks mutinously), just to stop, right at the end? Is she hurt? Is she daft?

He’s taken a few steps towards her before he even notices, and that, more than anything, makes the decision for him. He’d been granted a second chance at life, and he’d vowed, upon waking, to make the most of it. For some reason, Alionne Bloody Ralnara is climbing his cliff in the middle of the night. Might as well see why.

In three strides, he’s at the edge, and he reaches down and grabs her—a little rougher than he means to, but maybe it will shake free whatever daydream has left her hanging from a cliff, like an idiot.

“Only a fool would climb a cliffside like this at night,” he grumbles as he pulls her up. 

Irritatingly, his gruffness seems to calm her. “And only a fool would be waiting at the top,” she informs him, and he lets go of her wrist immediately.

They stare at each other, taking in the changes of the last few moons. Alionne eyes his new armor, and Estinien admires how fetchingly her dress sits atop her collarbones. Still, he’s suspicious, and that isn’t helped by the satisfied look she’s giving him.

When she doesn’t speak, he folds his arms. “Well? Out with it, then.” 

Alionne gives him a curious look, and Estinien huffs. He hates this conversation already. She’s far too good at making him do the talking.

“You must have come all this way for something,” he points out. “Come to plead your case for the Resistance, then?”

Her gaze sharpens in disapproval. “No, actually,” she retorts. “I just missed you.”

Estinien’s traitor heart flares up beneath his breastplate, and he has no idea what to do with the feeling. “You climbed up a hundred-yalm cliff—which you shouldn’t have known I was on, mind you—because you missed me.” And now they’re glaring at each other, which doesn’t make any sense, she just got here.

“I saw you, from Castrum Abania,” Alionne informs him coldly. “Or, I thought I did. And I thought I might see if my friend, the one who might have destroyed an entire cannon for us, was still here.”

Ascending cliffs on the chance that friends might be present is not logical behavior, in Estinien’s opinion, but he also doubts arguing the point will get them anywhere. Which is why he hates talking.

“You let me find you,” adds Alionne, “so clearly, you missed me too.” And… gods, how had she read him so easily? He hadn’t realized it himself, until she’d said it, but something in him had warmed just because she was here.

And just like that, she’s won their conversation, and Estinien never had any chance, did he? She could ask him to assassinate Lord Zenos now, and he’d be too outmaneuvered to refuse. 

“How did you become an expert in my emotions?” Estinien grumbles. It’s a concession more than a question, so he’s surprised when she answers him honestly.

"Oh, Aymeric told me,” she says, flashing him a smile, and Estinien is not qualified to interpret whatever feeling thrums in him at that revelation. “Estinien's fast,” she quotes, “so if you catch him, it’s because he’s let you. He said it’s how you show affection.”

It’s maddeningly accurate, and of course Aymeric is the one to have figured that out, he’d chased after Estinien often enough in their youth. But what has Estinien wanting to fling himself off the cliff edge is that he’s never noticed. Self-reflection has never been his strongest suit, but he’d thought he’d improved at it, lately, and yet, here Aymeric is, slicing him open from half a continent away.

“Alionne,” says Estinien, wearily. “Please stop telling me things about myself.”

She drops the subject (and why wouldn’t she, she’s already won) and looks over his shoulder curiously. “Where have you made camp, then? I thought I might join you.”

A suggestive remark sits on Estinien’s tongue, but he’s off-balance, and isn’t sure he wants to make it. “Pick wherever you like,” he sighs, instead. 

And so, he finds himself helping the Warrior of Light set up a much more elaborate camp than he’d planned. He’s not sure when he went from leaning against the ship, arms crossed, to arranging rocks that will protect a small fire from the wind. “If there are any imperials left, we’ll draw them straight to us,” he complains. 

Alionne raises an eyebrow, not even bothering to point out how ridiculous he sounds, and he scowls. Just because he’s lost doesn’t mean he has to lose gracefully.

“Have you had the chance to sample any of the local fare?” Alionne asks, ignoring his complaint. She pulls a tin from her bags, and sets it atop the fire to warm. “The bread is a little tough, but the stews are hearty, and the Resistance cooks seem to find ample herbs to spice them with, no matter where we camp.”

“I have not.” Where is she heading with this?

“Well, I have enough for two,” she says, smiling, and just like that, he’s out of patience for playing house, or whatever they’re doing.

“Alionne,” he bites out. “Why are you here.”

Her eyes search his face, more calculating than angry, and then she fixes him with a serious look. “I told you. I missed you, and I thought you might be here. So I came to see.”

Which doesn’t answer the real question in the slightest. “And now that you’ve seen me.”

“Now, I’d like to see what you think of this stew. And if you like, I can tell you about my time in Doma. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to thank you for destroying that cannon, because you saved a great many lives.”

She’s open, and honest, and there’s no way it can be that simple. “Do you have. Questions.”

She seems to genuinely consider it before shaking her head. “You seem to be dreading anything I could ask, so, no. I will hear anything you wish to share, but I will not ask anything of you.”

He catches her phrasing. Not, I will not ask you anything, but, I will not ask anything of you. No expectations. No requests, from well-intentioned Scions or Resistance leaders or… Aymerics. The tension drains from him, and he is only slightly annoyed at how quickly he’s trusted her.

Not that he hadn’t before. But before, he’d trusted her to watch his back, and to not make things too awkward if they ever had a falling-out. Now, he knows she won’t push, where it’s not welcome. That she’ll respect his choices, whatever they may be.

Shite, he trusts her with his heart, as awkward and starry-eyed as that sounds. He’ll be mooning over her, next. Or mayhaps he already is, since he’s been silent for far too long, now, and Alionne’s still looking at him intently, as though the longer she stares, the more he’ll believe her declaration of good faith.

“...Thank you,” he manages, stumbling only slightly, and her gentle smile warms him all the way through. And mayhaps this conversation was never one to be won, or lost.

Well, if that’s the case, he’s been an unsociable bastard. Estinien stares at the fire until he feels capable of stringing sentences together and being... well, not charming, but maybe— civil. “In light of your promise, this request is markedly unfair, but may I ask you questions?”

Alionne, who has been politely giving him space, suddenly beams. “I would be delighted.”

“In that case,” says Estinien, allowing himself to smirk at her. “Would you share your stew with me, then, and tell me of your time in Doma?”

The stew is remarkably flavorful, and tender, compared to the dried foodstuffs and hastily-roasted meats he’s been eating, lately. Though it is no doubt enhanced by the company, as Alionne tells him of pirates and shinobi, of underwater villages and nomadic warrior tribes. She keeps the tale light, even though Estinien knows it must have been far more difficult for the Scions than she lets on. He’s thankful—he doesn’t think he has the stomach for serious conversation, not unless she’s brought some spirits to accompany the stew. Besides, because it’s not important that he focus on the details, he can admire the way Alionne’s eyes flicker in the firelight.

Eventually, they’ve eaten their fill, and a comfortable silence stretches between them. When Estinien thinks of what he’d expected to do this night (very little), a deep thrum of satisfaction curls in his belly, powerful enough to take him by surprise. Until these last few moons, Estinien has never been indulgent, too focused on vengeance and discipline. His recent ventures have been instructive, and this night most of all.

“May I ask another question?” he asks her.

“If I haven’t been clear enough,” says Alionne, playfully exasperated, “you may ask me anything you like, Estinien, and I will do my best to answer it.”

For a moment, Estinien considers asking something embarrassing, but he quickly discards the impulse. There’s only one question he really wants to ask, anyway. 

He gestures to their campground. “Did you come here just to talk?”

Alionne sends him another calculating look. Estinien returns it, confidently. He’d made his choice when he’d grabbed her wrist. “That depends on whether there’s more on offer,” she says, eventually, and Estinien can feel the space between them narrowing.

Wait. First things first. He leans backward, not breaking the mood, but prolonging it. “Have you and Aymeric talked, yet?”

Alionne’s gaze goes distant, and softer, which answers Estinien’s question before she speaks. “We’ve talked a great deal, yes. As you suspect, some of it was about you. Neither of us is promised to the other exclusively, if that is your meaning.” 

Something about her tone suggests that Aymeric and Alionne have been uncomfortably forthright about their feelings, in a way that Estinien can’t consider right now without bolting, but luckily, Alionne’s body language suggests she won’t mind cutting the conversation short.

Good. He may be a poor conversationalist, but Estinien is confident he will have the upper hand in this.

[allycryz]

Couple of days ago was tagged in a “Stories You Want to Write” post by @kunstpause​, here at last are my responses:

Fic Content:

Edited, needs final checks: + How Thancred and Nerys initially came together in ARR, ended up being a lot of “I want Eorzea to be open and accepting and diverse; and also need to explore my issues through these two” Drafted, needs editing/some rewrites: + How Haurchefant survives the vault + Thancred/Nerys relationship from end of ARR to just before the Bloody Banquet (this one also turned out angsty? Turns out I see a lot of myself in Thancred on top of all the things I give Nerys whoops. But it’s also my most explicit and self-indulgent when it comes to the smut) + Aymeric and Estinien interlude after the vault + Haurchefant prepares to leave for the Waking Sands, has important conversations with both his brothers To Write + Thancred and Haurchefant talk while they’re in Eorzea and the rest are in Gyr Abania/Doma. Haurche flirts outrageously with Urianger through poetry.  + Possibly also: Haurche hooks up with Uri + Nerys almost losing Y’shtola to Zenos’ first attack and realising she loves her (also she ends up contacting Thancred about it and it’s the first time since everything they really talk again) + Nerys and Thancred get back together, also some kind of scene with them and Haurche and Uri Maybe someday? + Not necessarily in my canon, jury is out but: a story where Magnai meets Estinien, looks into his eyes, and see his Nhamaa. Proceeds to court him. + Ysayle survives, becomes a Dark Knight, has a romance with Hilda (I’m a melee DPS girl at heart but I wanna try dark knight tanking anyway. If it turns out I’m no good I’ll find the cutscenes to see what kind of journey Ysayle would have)

Non-fic Content: I have a couple of story ideas and “novel drafts that need overhauling” brewing in me. Also nonfiction essays that range between “hello other fellow advertising industry peeps, please stop doing this shit” or “hello fellow office workers, this is how you can better treat your LGBTQIA+ employees instead of slapping a rainbow on things in June and calling it a day” or “hello this is how evangelical christianity and purity culture fucked me up, we need to talk about this” Letting them wait a little longer because it’s been a long time since I wrote so regularly. Writing fic is helping me a lot. Even though I’m still checking/double-checking/anxious when I publish something, I don’t feel the gifted child/perfectionism/what I suspect is undiagnosed ADHD brain noodles the way I do with original content.

[thegreatsharkleve]

Elijah Post LFRP - Crystal data center

The Basics ––– –

Name: Elijah Post

Age: 28

Race: Midlander/Highlander

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Gay (but flirts with pretty much everyone)

Relationship Status: Sort of involved? (He will neither confirm nor deny there being a presence of embarrassingly soft feelings...)

Languages: Common, a rudimentary grasp of Doman

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Honey Blond and could definitely use a cut or a style… or a brush most days, to be perfectly honest.

Eyes: Amber – more a reddish-orange hue than yellow

Height: 5’6”

Appearance: He is an attractive enough guy: excellent jaw line, straight nose, striking eyes, long limbs, trim figure, and a charming smile. Unfortunately (for anyone who has to look at him) his fashion sense is … questionable at best. Most of his outfits consist of brightly colored, egregiously wrinkled shirts and pants that rarely make it past his ankles. He wears a lot of tacky jewelry, sunglasses inside buildings and most certainly at night, and there is a very real possibility that the only footwear he owns, besides a pair of fluffy pink slippers, are sandals – which he has, in fact, been known to wear with socks. Still, he carries himself with a lazy confidence that somehow makes his perpetual “I have just woke up in the middle of the afternoon” look seem more of an artful affectation rather than a cry for help.

One of the more notable things about him are his plethora of scars, with the most prominent being the one that runs diagonal across his face and the two sets of whorling burns along both shoulders – one creeping down over his right pectoral and the other running over the upper part of his left arm. His ring finger on his left hand is missing after the first knuckle (don’t ask about this one if you’re eating), and a long surgical scar runs vertically along his outer right forearm. Underneath his clothes are a smattering of healed bullet wounds and a few others of less identifiable origin, but you’re gonna have to buy him a couple drinks if you want to take a closer look.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Journalist – specifically a freelance field correspondent who specializes in conflict journalism and investigative reporting. When he’s between field work, he often picks up puff pieces with local papers, writing about the arts, sports, culture, etc.

Residence: No permanent listed address – currently renting a room at the Hidden Pearl in the Mists. He can usually be found sitting at the bar after he’s just rolled out of bed, having bacon twists and sake for breakfast (at 2pm).

Birthplace: Ul’Dah

Religion: Meh

Likes: Day drinking, people watching, writing, sleeping, animals, (tall men)

Dislikes: Bureaucracy, wealth disparity, national pride, bullies, snobs, being cold

Fears: Commitment, being emotionally vulnerable, people in mascot costumes

Personality: Elijah seems like a pretty easy going, even tempered guy for the most part. He has a languorous, lackadaisical disposition – meandering through life as though he never really has a place to be, and if he did, he isn’t in any particular rush to get there. With friends or with strangers he’s quick to smile or laugh or tell a joke, affable enough that people tend to trust him with pieces of themselves without noticing he offers very little of himself in return. He can come across as flippant or indifferent in conversation, and while he is rarely intentionally cruel, he has a habit of jamming his thumbs into people’s buttons. It’s very possible he is just incidentally annoying rather than consciously so. He likes to maintain plausible deniability on that front.

When working in the field Elijah becomes much more focused – he stands taller, moves with purpose, exchanging his usual countenance of a rumpled layabout for that of a seasoned professional. He has on more than one occasion put his own body on the line (and in the hospital) in combat situations, or when pursuing a lead. He will recount each scar, and his half missing finger, with a joviality that some folks find off putting given some of the more grisly details. This disregard for his own safety is likely one of the (many) reasons he has never gotten a full time reporting gig with any of Eorza’s major newspapers – that, and he has a habit of leaving journalistic impartiality at the door. It’s clear from his writing that he has a deep well of empathy for other people and admires underdogs who fight uphill battles for high minded idealism, even if he ultimately believes their sentimentality to be a little bit naive..

Relationships ––– -

Parents: His Mother has passed, but his Father is still kicking and perpetually disappointed in his son! Their relationship is… strained by not estranged?

Pets: His Chocobo Bixley – but really, that’s more of a buddy and stalwart feathered compatriot than a pet.

traits ––– -

bold your character’s answer.

extroverted / in between / introverted

disorganized / in between / organized

close minded / in between / open minded

calm / in between / anxious

disagreeable / in between / agreeable

cautious / in between / reckless

patient / in between /  impatient

outspoken / in between / reserved

leader / in between / follower

empathetic / in between / apathetic

optimistic / in between / pessimistic

traditional / in between / modern

hard-working / in between / lazy

cultured / in between / uncultured

loyal / in between / disloyal

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Has been known to chain smoke.

Drugs: The spice of life is trying anything and everything twice!

Alcohol: Probably too often on that front too..

Background information/ Potential RP Hooks? ––– – 

UL’DAH BORN AND RAISED: He lived most of his youth in Ul’Dah, haunting the less affluent areas of Eorzea’s grandest pile of rocks in the desert. His mother was an Ala Mhigan immigrant and his father just a simple Ul’Dah native who ran a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. His parents were very “hard work and sacrifice” types when he was growing up, giving away free meals to refugees and anyone who was hungry. They were well liked by those who knew them, veritable pillars of the community, for whatever that was worth in what was hardly a half step above a slum. His mother died a few years ago but his father still works in his run down little restaurant – lots of folks still recognize Elijah as his parent’s kid rather than for his own work. He has mixed feelings about it.

FREELANCE JOURNALIST WITH AN AXE TO GRIND: Elijah’s had work published in The Mythril Eye, The Harbor Herald, and The Raven. Because he has a reasonably good standing at these newspapers (and friendly relationships with some of the editors) he’s able to pick up the odd puff piece, op-ed, or political coverage gig in order to cover his expenses when he’s between larger assignments. In the past he has written some pretty incendiary pieces about Ul’Dah’s treatment of Ala Mhigan refugees, as well as a few pieces lambasting the noble houses of Ishgard and their complacency in the Dragonsong War and their collaboration with the corrupt Holy See, which has earned him a bit of a “reputation”. On the other hand, he is just as willing to throw himself upon the altar of journalistic tripe for a quick gil. If you have any tips or story leads you want investigated, Elijah just might be your man. If your character is involved at any of the major Eorzean papers, they might be acquainted.

CONFLICT REPORTING: Elijah has spent time in the middle of political unrest in Ishgard, covering Garlean incursions and skirmishes across the continent, and until recently he has been covering the ongoing issues in Othard. In fact, he’s only just returned from spending an extended period living with the resistance forces in Gyr Abania; and, he has some very strong opinions regarding the absolutely hacking edits The Mythril Eye made to his work before publication (without his permission). If your character was part of the fighting in Gyr Abania, Elijah might have spoken to them or went out into the field with them on occasion.

TRAVELING FOR WORK: Given the nature of his job, Elijah has visited most major cities while on assignment and has been known to interview common folks, political figures, travelers, military types -- anyone who will talk to him. If you've spoken to him in the past, your words might have ended up in print, for better or for worse (he has been punched in the face on more than one occasion, and he regrets nothing); however, he has never once burned an informant or lead that has come to him for help. He has enough of a reputation that folks (government and law enforcement sorts) might take to actively avoiding him.

OOC/Contact Information  ––– –

The Player: Becks | They/Them | 30+ | Atlantic Timezone | Canadian

Looking for: Long term rp connections, short term adventures, friendship, rivalry, romance, I’m open to pretty much anything!

I’m a 30+ year old player who is a little anxious and shy when it comes to meeting new people on the internet (hence playing an extrovert to drag me out of my shell) but I’m really excited to make new friends and rp connections!! As I said, I am up for anything, including walk ups when I am out and about, and this character is on the surface level a very chill and friendly dude! I am, however, also someone who engages with a lot of mature themes -- not just swearing, drugs and alcohol, but also heavier themes (the realities of class disparity and poverty, the human cost of war, trauma, etc etc)  that might not be everyone’s cup of tea. But!! I wouldn’t just throw it out there willy nilly, and I believe firmly in communication between players -- discussing boundaries and limits is very important, as well as trusting each other enough to speak up if either party is uncomfortable!   I am cool with my character being injured, but please check in with me before doing anything drastic that will result in something permanent (like maiming or... y’know, death). Also I am open to rping romance (or lack of romance but the bits that go with it) though this character is currently not up for shipping adventures. Just to be clear, I am not comfortable doing that type of role play with anyone that’s under 25, sorry! I'm in my early thirties, and it would just be weird for me. We can still be pals, I promise! Please only reach out to me if you are 18+ and your character is 18+ -- I am not comfortable interacting with minors.

All art on this tumblr is probably mine unless stated otherwise! <3 Contact: Message me here on tumblr, /tell Elijah Post on Balmung, and if we become friends I am up for discord handle sharing! :D

I am open to cross-world rp and rp outside of the game as well!!

Now that I’ve got this edited how I want it... Boosts appreciated! Always looking for more active blogs to follow/be friends with!! 

[battletendency]

giripan or rusgre - your choice ;)

what if I do both? uwu

Giripan

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

HERACLES, THIS ASK IS LITERALLY SO HIM

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

I’m pretty sure they would both do that, and when it comes to Heracles he wouldn’t only do that with doodles but he would also draw their initials in sand as well. Every time he and Kiku went to the beach. 

Who starts the tickle fights

HERACLES, Y E S 

Who starts the pillow fights

Kiku would start the pillow fights, and you know what would be even more iconic? Kiku starting a pillow fight to actually wake up Heracles because wOW HE’S SLEEPING AGAI-

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

KIKU BUT HERACLES AS WELL HONESTLY. Imagine that; Heracles actually waiting for Kiku to fall asleep first because he is completely head over heels for this man and he wants to stare at his beautiful face. 

Who mistakes salt for sugar

that a tough one, but I’m gonna say both.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

HERACLES BECAUSE THIS MAN JUST RANDOMLY GETS UP DURING THE NIGHT TO FEED HIS CATS AND FEED HIMSELF AS WELL EWKFJHJF

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

OH THAT DEFINITELY HERACLES, trust me, Greek people do flirt a lot.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

KIKU 

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

that’s most certainly something Heracles would do, and not only with brownies but with literally anything he is cooking.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

I think they would both do that but maybe Kiku a little more because I think he would really like having candles around the house in general. 

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

KIKU WOULD DO THAT 

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

I think they would both love to buy souvenirs and they would both be really fascinated every time they visited any other countries. 

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

hmm, I think Heracles would do that. Here in Greece we have many magazines which are like that so I’m guessing that he would actually low-key enjoy doing these surveys. 

RusGre 

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

HONESTLY BOTH AND I LOVE THEM FOR THAT 

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

I think they would both do that, Heracles and Ivan would be one of those couples who would carve their initials in trees. 

Who starts the tickle fights

IVAN 

Who starts the pillow fights

IVAN AGAIN AND I’M HERE SOBBING WHILE I IMAGINE THEM HAVING PILLOW FIGHTS EJFHJFGFH

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

I think they would both do that, I’ve always pictured them both as really affectionate people. And you know what would be even better? Both of them not actually falling asleep because they laying on bed and staring into each others eyes while they are both smiling, savouring a beautiful moment like this. 

Who mistakes salt for sugar

honestly I think both, I just hope they wouldn’t do that when they have to cook xD 

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

HERACLES, he eats all the leftover gyr-

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

I would say Heracles but at the same time, I’M THAT IVAN FLIRTING WOULD BE THE BEST THING ANYONE WOULD EVER EXPERIENCE 

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

I don’t think any of them would actually want to do something like that but they would probably do it together some day. 

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

Heracles and I’m pretty sure he would also offer it to Ivan too KJWEHKJF

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

I think both of them would do that, I think they would have many candles available in general.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

Heracles would do that. 

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

HERACLES WOULD REALLY BUY ALL THE SOUVENIRS 

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

I’m gonna say both because they would both want to do things like this together, they would actually find these surveys fun!

[party-of-rpg-muses]

I’ve been meaning to mention this, but my FFXIV characters all kinda go through an arc.

With S’bera, he only became an adventurer to get stronger. Strong enough to defeat a Nunh. Primals, Garlemald, he didn’t care about any of that, even when he joined the Scions. He didn’t care about any of his Scion allies, apart from those he could flirt with, but as time passed, he started to connect with them and view them as friends. When he saw the Waking Sands had been attacked, it was then that he had a stake against Garlemald and from then on, he became more and more like a hero, selfless and willing to help and fight for others.

With Omutu, despite being a Gladiator, he still struggled with his own self-worth, being a Lalafell that can’t use magic. He happily accepted to join the Scions, since that means he would get to help people, but meeting Papalymo reminded him of his lack of self-worth. To him, Papalymo was everything he wasn’t. But over time, he would eventually come into his own and accept his inability to use magic. He fully accepted himself when Gyr Abania was liberated, realizing that even if he can’t use magic, that never stopped him from doing everything in his power to help.

And with Frances, she grew up admiring her mom, one of the heroes of Ivalice. But what she didn’t realize was that she was often stuck in her mother’s shadow, a copy of her mom, despite loving her greatly. Early on, if she found herself in a predicament, she would often ask “What would Mother do?”, but eventually, she’d start to ask herself “What should I do?”, realizing how much she’s been trying to emulate her mother, rather than be her own person. After helping fighting against Garlean Forces in Ivalice, she finally found herself stepping out of her mother’s shadow and becoming her own person, doing what she wants and thinking as she would.

[libraviathanff14]

Character Profile ;V Y N N I E

Full Name: J’vynia Tia (He never uses this name!) Pronunciation: Juh-vin-ya Nicknames: Vynnie or Vyn Height: ~5′10″ Age: 23 Zodiac: Scorpio Languages: Common, Basic Hingan, some words in Old Auri.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

Hair Colour: Jet Black Eye Colour: Heterochromia, Right Eye is vibrant green, Left Eye is gold. Skin Tone: Always tanned, dark skin. Body Type: Well-toned gymnast body; lithe. Accent: An accent you’d expect of a Gyr Abanian, mixed with some colloquialisms of Limsa and Ul’dah. Starts to get real Jersey Shore when angry. Dominant Hand: Right-handed Posture: Sometimes slouches in casual situations, but otherwise a good gait and holds himself pretty well for a ruffian. Scars: No visible scars, save for a very light one on the right side of his torso. Tattoos: In eastern design, a snake coiling down his left arm with the head landing on the back of his hand. A western design of three phoenix down feathers on his inner right arm.

CHILDHOOD.

Place of Birth: Gyr Abania Hometown: J tribe Birth Weight / Height: Who keeps track of that shit? Manner of Birth: Born like any other miqo’te. First Words: Something profane, for sure. Siblings: Twin brother to @miqojak Parents: N/A Parental Involvement: They are not in his life. At all.

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Thief, Mercenary, Yakuza(?), Model Current Residence: Homeless, Being put up by a close friend until he can get a new apartment. Close Friends: He doesn’t have many close friends, just regular old friends.  Relationship Status: Dating @balmung-squid ‘s Balqadar, potentially interested in another person as well. Financial Status: Dead broke, he just finished paying off a huge debt and is saving to buy a new apartment. Driver’s License: He drives a bike and a car, and he doesn’t crash either. That’s all that matters. Vices: Alcohol, Smoking, Not knowing when to shut his mouth, Becoming emotional easily, Insatiable Flirt without knowing it.

SEX & ROMANCE.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic, Poly. Preferred Emotional Role:  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  unsure Preferred Sexual Role:  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  sex repulsed Libido: It’s the third most prominent thing on his mind. Turn Ons: Intimate Physical Touch, Shows of strength, Rough Exteriors/Soft Interiors, Acts of Rebellion. Vanilla with sex. Turn Offs: Overly-emotional/clingy people, boring buzzkills, weak people (strength or emotionally). Love Language: Constant touch, especially non sexual forms of it. He will rarely verbalize his true emotions, but brushing a knee, brushing his tail across his partner, or just leaning on them are things he likes to do constantly. Relationship Tendencies: He likes his partners to be mostly independent, but open to coming to him for emotional needs when necessary. He does his own thing, but can also be very protective of his S/O. In times of emotional stress, he gets even more physically touchy with his partner than normal.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Hobbies to Pass the Time: Riding his motorbike (when he has it), reading, breaking and entering for the hell of it, pickpocketing, and sparring. Mental Disorders: Anxiety, sometimes crippling, nothing else that he knows of yet. Physical Illnesses/Disabilities: None. Left or Right Brained: Right brain, for sure. Fears: Losing his twin for good, failure/not amounting to anything, abandonment in general. Self Confidence Level: It varies a lot. For the most part, he can be pretty confident (almost arrogant), but occasionally, he crashes from that and gets very insecure about his abilities. Vulnerabilities: Talks too much, emotional attachments can be a weakness (but also a strength. He’s very aware of this.) Prone to panic and make rash decisions, but then be too stubborn to fix the problem until it’s become overwhelming.

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Tagging @eastern-eccentric @balmung-squid @thebeauregardbros @jax332 @lightspeed-gravity @sedatayuun And whoever else hasn’t done it!

Tagged by!: @miqojak @yulu-and-co @thevoilinauttheory Thank you <3

[vargras]

LOOKING FOR CONTACT: R’hoji Tia

full name: R'hoji Tia pronunciation:  Ruh-zhee Tea-ah nickname(s): Rho (pronounced ‘Row’) height: 5′9″ age: ?? zodiac: Leo languages: Eorzean Common

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour:  Blonde, darker near the tips. eye colour: Aquamarine. skin tone: Somewhat tanned, still relatively fair. body type: Lithe and lean. Accent: None distinguishable. Dominant hand: Right. Posture: Relaxed. Scars: Large scar over right eye, several others interspersed around his body. tattoos: None. most noticeable features: His perpetually messy hair is a mystery, even to him. Despite his best attempts to tame it, it inevitably ends up the same as it always was. Countless brushes have lost their lives to the tangled mess upon his head. He takes great pains to care for both it and his tail, however.

CHILDHOOD.

name day: 16th Sun of the Eighth Astral Moon. place of birth: A simple, small home. hometown: A camp in Gyr Abania, near The Fringes. No longer exists, due to a nomadic life. siblings: None to his knowledge. parents: Would rather not discuss. relationship with father: Any attempts to coax out discussions of his father will often be met with resistance, and a stern glare. In truth, his father’s gambling tendencies singlehandedly brought ruin to his family, and R’hoji was sold off at some point in an attempt to pay off those same debts. He holds both his parents in very low regard as a result. relationship with mother: Any attempts to coax out discussions of his mother will often be met with resistance, though he is decidedly more willing to speak of her than his father. What few memories he has of her might be considered ‘good’, though most others would likely label her actions as simply ‘doing the bare minimum for a parent’.

ADULT LIFE

occupation: Mercenary. current residence: None permanent, though fond of the Crystarium in the First. close friends: Tataru, according to him. No others will come to mind if asked. relationship status: Single, continually making attempts to hit on Lyna. financial status: Making do. vices: Liquor.

FRIENDSHIP & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation: Predominantly heterosexual. romantic orientation: Heteroromantic. love language: Physical touch. relationship tendencies: Soft at heart, R’hoji is terribly keen on looking after those he cares for most, and will make it a point to show his affections repeatedly and with a plethora of gifts. Whether he does this to remind them or himself of their bond is unknown. He is also fiercely protective, though this may sometimes come across as jealousy or being overbearing, neither of which is his intent.

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time: Drinking, reading, partaking in the arts (dancers are a clear favorite). mental illnesses: None. physical illnesses: None. left or right brained: Right brained. fears: Being alone, being rejected, being forgotten. self confidence level: Medium. vulnerabilities: Though a tremendous flirt and considered by some to be the life of the party when involved, R’hoji is a very guarded individual, hesitant to trust others after being given by up his own parents at such a young age, yet simultaneously desperate to let someone else in so as to know that someone truly cares for him. Many of his habits are self-destructive in nature, framed such that “The world’s gonna use me anyways, might as well do it on my terms, yeah?”.

TRAITS.

• disorganized / organized / in between. • close minded / open-minded / in between. • calm / anxious / in between. • disagreeable / agreeable / in between. • cautious / reckless / in between. • patient / impatient / in between. • outspoken / reserved / in between. • leader / follower / in between. • empathetic / indifferent / in between. • optimistic / pessimistic / in between. • traditional / modern / in between. • hard-working / lazy / in between. • cultured / uncultured / in between. • loyal / disloyal / in between. • assertive / timid / in between.

HOOKS.

Have Blade, Will Travel: A mercenary to his core, R’hoji is a bodyguard by trade, and will travel anywhere and do anything (within reason) in order to fulfill any contracts he’s agreed to. Not one to shy from a fight, he’s also not one to shy from doing what feels morally right in situations, and has done more than a few jobs for free because of it, a regret he ends up having when he hits the tavern afterwards.

And Not A Drop To Drink...: Liquor is both his greatest friend, and his greatest enemy. If one ever wishes to learn more about the past he’s so very desperate to forget, one need only send a few drinks his way and act the part of a friend. He’ll inevitably open up, though if he manages to still remember you the next morning, you can expect a talk.

Come Here Often?: A flirt to a fault and a lover of drinks, he can most often be found in the tavern of whatever town he’s currently frequenting for work, often trying to hit on other women, to varying degrees of success. If you’re a member of the same sex and wish to catch his attention, buy him a drink -- if you’re a member of the opposite sex, simply flirt back.

[valanthius-xiv]

LF RP (Balmung): RSV

“I don’t have time to bullshite. I have an appointment with my demons down by the crossroads.”

►Name | Revarik Synesis Valanthius ►Race | Pureblood Garlean ►Age | Thirty-one summers ►Nationality | Garlean ►Birthplace | Garlemald ►Areas of Interest | Ul’dah, La Noscea, Kugane, Gyr Abania, Yanxia, and fallen castrums, and probably where short skirts and bikinis are worn most. ►Alignment | Chaotic Neutral ►Social Status | Middle Class ►Profession | Mechanic / Mercenary ►Hobbies | Fitness, Ass Scouting, Machining, Riding, & Eavesdropping ►Employment | Self-Employed / Freelance

►Personality | Revarik is a walking conflict. A war in his heart, lust in his veins, the soul of a beast, and a determination unlike any other. He can be strategically brilliant or catastrophically reckless depending on what his mood dictates. He carries a survivor’s mentality, but his familiarity with loss and abandonment has also created a very hardened shell of emotional obscurity making him usually straightforward and fairly intense. ►Talents/Power | The former Praefectus is a counter-to-counter CQC soldier. His strength and ability to manipulate a physical situation are top notch. He is riddled with pieces of magitek beneath the surface of his skin that provides him other subtle advantages ranging from acute hearing to slow flesh and vitality regeneration.

►Quirks | Head lifting, tongue clicking, generally talks while facing with his ‘good side’, calls all women ‘lover’ & some men, can and will often turn any situation humorously lewd. ►Habits | Showers every morning & evening, greets familiar folks with ass slaps, flirts, looks for humor, making personal challenges, and always pet the puppy.  ►Vices | Lust, rage, pride, and greed,  ►Virtues | Diligence, loyalty, honor, and respect.

►Weapon(s) of Choice | Greatsword, CQC, or gunblade. ►Typical Attire | Jackets, coats, boots, leather, and sashes.

►Martial Status | Shares with @mischiefs-mistress . ►Sexuality | Heterosexual ►Parents | Sabrial Valanthius & Izelahra Ambrosios  ►Children | N/A ►Siblings | Jherek, Iados, & Eva’laia Valanthius

►Noteable | Eorzea: Those that have done their research would know of the White Lion of Garlemald. XIIIth Legion Praefectus that left fields of slaughter and devastation in his wake when he did take to the battleground. The tattoos are his most notable characteristic provided they stretch over the entirety of his right side. Garlemald: The savage method of his training procedures along with the operations of his retraining after his first defection. 

►Ignition Inc. | Want a bike? Need repairs? He has the hookup. Mechanic work on various cycles and tek is his bread and butter. Custom and original work offered for a fair price. Service with a smile. ►Imperial Bounty | Garlemald doesn’t like to let their assets go. He is no exception. Play an Imperial? Like conflict? Think your character has what it takes to apprehend this defector? We can make it happen.  ►Past Victim | The other side of the coin. Got a nation or residence that was ruined by his marches in his Praefectus days? Can add it in, make it work somehow, and confront the man responsible. Although, sorry may not be in his vocabulary. ►Friend of a Friend | Just want a random reason to hit Revarik up. He isn’t exactly the quiet type and chances are he has probably crossed paths with another your character knows. For any reason above or we can make up one on the spot if need be.  ►Have I Slapped Your Ass Before? | Rev isn’t the shy type by any standard. A generally fun and laughable situation created for others who might be. Seeking a bit of revenge for a pop he got away with earlier? Go for it. Coming around to return the favor? Light him up. 

► Any & All | Revarik is a broad character with many means of interaction. I, as the player, welcome just about any sort of roleplay when it comes to him. He has been stabbed in the shoulder, shot in the knee, and put in many wild situations on account of his behaviors. The good, the bad, and the ugly typically follow him around and if you just absolutely want to play off of the character, but are drawing blanks? Let me know. We’ll figure something out.

[enzelffxiv]

It occured to me that I should probably make a "who tf are all these people" post for my characters. I have a bunch of bios half filled out but I always get sidetracked before I can finish them all and format them, so. Going to try to summarize everyone in a few sentences!

Imry Ceigwardwyn (Adamantoise, Balmung, Behemoth, Cactuar [rule 63] ) -a young Sea Wolf adventurer with a friendly and boisterous personality. Rather naive and clueless. Loves helping others. Both WoL and non-WoL flavors. (PLD/DRK. IC: gladiator w/o a soul stone, unless she does the DRK questline. Has some conjury ability.)

Victor Kresnik (Adamantoise) -expy of Victor from Tales of Xillia 2. Mostly for fun and looking sharp in a suit. Sometimes I play an AU version of him. Doting father, enthusiastic culinarian, estranged son of a wealthy Ul'dahn businessman. (DRG/NIN/WAR/MCH/CUL. IC: who the fuck knows but it involves the black market and murder.)

N'valyh Tia (Adamantoise) ["Val"] -Miqo'te mercenary and incorrigible flirt. Useless bisexual. Blind in one eye. Ends up in relationship w/ Akiv'a after double-crossing him, losing a fight to him, then later saving his life. (NIN/MNK. IC: fights with knives/fists/wrestling type moves, no formal training.)

Kototsuki Malaguld (Adamantoise) -Raen from the western mountains of Othard. Witnessed the fallout from Bozja. Hates Garleans. Exiled from her pacifist clan for having extreme anger issues, lived among the Malaguld tribe for a time before heading to Eorzea looking to fight stuff. (BRD/WAR. IC: fights with a bow & axe)

Nergui Malaguld (Adamantoise) -Steppe Xaela. His parents took Tsuki in when he was young. He's rather intimidated by her. Quiet and thoughtful. Loves to fish. Ended up in Eorzea when his parents sent him after his sister hoping she'd keep him safe. Now lives near Idyllshire with Akiv'a's cousin Sef. (BRD/FSH. IC: hunts with a bow but dislikes fighting.)

Faunh Seket (Adamantoise) -a Miqo’te from Meracydia who fled to Eorzea to escape an arranged marriage. Worked as a barmaid in Limsa before becoming an adventurer. Good friends with Akiv'a’s father. Anxious and judgmental but fiercely loyal. (BRD. IC: uses a bow, plays a mandolin-like instrument.)

Elouan Linvernois (Adamantoise) -Ishgardian astrologian. Falsely accused of heresy but miraculously survived his execution. Joined Faunh's adventuring band after they saved his life. Still heavily scarred & missing fingers. Bookish and a little awkward. Has a huge crush on Faunh that she's too nervous to admit she reciprocates. (AST/WHM. IC: Technically uses conjury but learns some Sharlayan astrology later on.)

Arst Outway (Adamantoise) -Expy/AU version of King Gaius from Tales of Xillia because I couldn't resist plonking him down in a DIFFERENT version of Fantasy Mongolia. (DRK eventually. IC: a big ol sword.)

Weinblyss Galeturner (Balmung) [Eyngeim Klynkestwyn] -Imry's long-lost cousin. Lost her family to a shipwreck as a child, raised by pirates. Now a drifter after her captain vanished in the turmoil of the Calamity. Offers her services as a mercenary and healer. Ruthless, amoral and a bit vain. Triple Triad fiend. (WAR/WHM/MCH/ALC. IC: Uses conjury, esp wind magic. Also proficient with axe & musket.)

Sivana Villeneuve (Balmung) [Noline Sellecerre] -XIVth Legion deserter. From a tiny northern village in Islabard. Joined the army to feed her family after her father perished at Carteneau. Decided self-preservation was more appealing after van Baelsar's defeat and faked the deaths of herself and her partner while on patrol. Worked briefly at Garlond Ironworks before becoming a courier. Irritable & no-nonsense. (DRG. IC: Was an eques. Fights with a spear but has passing knowledge of other weaponry.)

Aerling Dorne (Balmung) [Keiho Oshiga] -XIVth Legion deserter. Son of a Doman woman and a Garlean officer. Joined the army to escape the miserable circumstances of his birth. Was scouted for the Frumentarii but deliberately failed aptitude tests, apparently content to be a grunt forever. Strangely attached to Sivana, would probably do anything for her. Outwardly jovial, cowardly, doesn't seem to take much seriously. (PLD. IC: Was a hoplomachus.)

Pyha Sharpshade (Balmung) -Sky pirate. Former Coeurlclaw. Under Captain Tohnrune Rokren, her crew mostly raids slavers and other pirates who prey on the weak. (Much of the crew are escaped slaves themselves.) Laid-back, friendly, "cool big sister" type, a little impulsive and hotheaded. Doting partner of Duua Kagon. (NIN. IC: Fights with knives.)

Raiya Ceigwardwyn (Faerie) -Imry's older sister by four years. Introverted and a bit awkward, fascinated by all types of magitek. Likes to build things. Eventually follows her sister out into the world to accomplish her dream of joining Garlond Ironworks. (SCH/MCH. IC: dislikes fighting and avoids it as much as possible.)

Nennali Durant (Faerie) -Ala Mhigan refugee, was brought to the Shroud as a young child & raised by a Duskwight couple. Has a strong sense of justice & quick temper, but is a kind and loyal friend. (NIN/WHM. IC: Uses knives to defend herself, has some healing ability)

Tache Wystlan (Faerie) -Ala Mhigan refugee, was abandoned as a baby shortly before the city fell & brought to the Shroud along with Nennali. The two girls were accepted by the elementals on account of their strong innate conjury talents, but the woman that brought them there was turned away. Tache was raised by an adoptive family & in training to become a Hearer when Nennali left the forest, and eventually followed, her desire to be with her friend stronger than her sense of duty. Sweet and friendly and a little timid. (WHM. IC: Conjurer but not afraid to hit people w that stick.)

Yulili Yuli (Faerie) -A girl from Summerford with dreams of adventure and very overprotective parents. She met Imry at the Moonfire Faire one year and took the opportunity to run off and start her own adventuring career. (They actually dated very briefly before Yulili called it off, on account of Imry being too busy for her.) (BLM. IC: thaumaturge.) (also Imry's in game retainer)

Ketenbraena Skaetfyr (Faerie) -the result of Imry getting the DRK soul stone. An autonomous being of darkness born from Imry's despair and her inability to process her grief. (Ultimately sort of a mashup of Esteem-Fray and Myste. This was done before SB came out.) Imry views them as a separate person and wanted them to be able to experience life for themselves, and willed them a body of their own with...mixed results. Eventually she gave them the soul stone and gave up using it herself, since they can't maintain their form without it nearby. (DRK. Very literal here.)

Ragna Estelwede (Famfrit) -a mysterious scholar from Gyr Abania. [Working on this.] (SCH/RDM. IC: Arcanist, dabbles in other disciplines.)

Enzel Silverfist (Faerie) -Ragna's apprentice, a tall and reticent girl who, despite her training in the arcane arts, seems to prefer solving problems with her fists. (MNK. IC: PUNCH STUFF and a lil magic.)

Ehr Tohl (Faerie) -A young dragonet from Nidhogg’s brood trying to find his place in the world after the end of the Dragonsong War. Curious and friendly. Accompanied by his surrogate mother, a white aevis named Faye, formerly an Ishgardian noblewoman from 600 years past. (WHM. IC: Dislikes fighting and and avoids it if possible.)

Relulu Relu (Cactuar) -Adventurer/healer, constantly exasperated. (The result of my WHM of Darkness headcanons being jossed and deciding to make an OC w them instead.) (WHM. IC: conjurer)

Memenu Menu (Mateus) -One of Faunh & Elouan's adventuring companions. Died at Carteneau. Sassy grandma. Formerly of the Order of Nald’thal. (BLM. IC: thaumaturge)

Whispering Glacier (Zalera) -A young mountain Hellsguard who has decided to see the world. Curious & clever. (BLM/RDM. IC: Would be Dancer if it exists. Uses a variant of thaumaturgy.)

Laelius Valens (Goblin) [Laelius dus Valens] -Pureblood Garlean. Commoner who left home & took on a new name & became a security guard for a scientific facility in Islabard. AFAB NB, presents as male. Sharp-witted, dislikes attention & prefers to keep their head down. Self-preservation first and foremost. Reluctantly befriends a young scientist & does their best to keep him out of trouble. (PLD/DRG/MCH. IC: Trained with sword & shield, halberd, firearms.)

Estellise Sidos (Tonberry) -Expy of Estelle from Tales of Vesperia. Mostly a placeholder character b/c Tonberry was my first server and I like to visit. And use the game as a dress-up doll simulator. (PLD/WHM)

Other characters I don't have in game but use in RP:

Uriah Bellveil: N'valyh’s in game retainer, a merchant and old friend (and lover) of his Jaliqai Malaguld: Nergui's in game retainer, his cousin, excitable and hotheaded Grehwyta Swygwaenwyn: Imry & Raiya’s mother, captain of the merchant ship Lively Gale Ceigward Styrmwolksyn: Imry & Raiya’s father, navigator of the Lively Gale J'ranmaia: bodyguard & first mate, Lively Gale J’majha: Ranmaia's twin sister, ship's cook Zezeruda: ship's accountant & the one who told Imry adventuring tales Yvelle: conjurer & ship's healer Imry Crewe: Ala Mhigan adventurer, Imry's namesake. Missing, assumed deceased. A'rhaya: Ala Mhigan adventurer, Raiya’s namesake. Missing, assumed deceased. Sylbund Hyltkoensyn: pirate captain, the closest thing Weinblyss had to a father. Killed by a rival captain, avenged by Wein and Melchior. W'doyagha: Sylbund’s trusted friend & navigator Fyrilgeim: Innkeeper who often took in pirate orphans & unwanted children, the closest thing Weinblyss had to a mother Melchior Ortels: Wein's childhood friend & surrogate older brother, took over as captain after Sylbund’s death. A brilliant navigator. Wherabouts unknown since the Calamity. Theldry Masterman: a young girl who joined Melchior’s crew seeking vengeance against the pirates who killed her parents. Other crewmates: 

Sora: a mysterious Doman man. Saved Kamui's life, being the only person present who'd seen an Au Ra before, was able to translate for him. Armelius: a one-eyed sharpshooter. Half Highlander/half Hellsguard. Kerrich Fairclough: (all I've got is a name and appearance here) Kamui: a Hingan Raen found adrift in the ocean. He joined the crew with nowhere else to go. Loyal but doesn't talk much about his past. (Two Lalafell brothers who don't have names yet.) Paoriri Paori: XIVth Legion laquearius, was Sivana’s first army buddy. From Southern Islabard near Thavnair. Tannem: XIVth Legion signifer, originally from Dalmasca. She and Paoriri are an item. Céline & Maixentais Durant: Nennali's adoptive parents. 

-I do in fact have a couple NPC alts for fun but idk if I'll do anything with them anytime soon.

Some of my partner's characters who are important to mine: 

Akiv'a Ryaol: a Miqo’te from a remote Keeper tribe deep in the mountains of Coerthas. His father was a wandering adventurer from the Basilisk (P) tribe who took his young son with him. Saved Imry's life once and they became (reluctant on his part) friends. They are now nigh inseparable to the point where they're often assumed to be a couple. (They aren't; both of them are painfully gay.) Khai Ryaol [P'khai Tia]: Akiv'a’s father. His relationship with Akiv'a’s mother Kiht was unusual in that they had children due to mutual affection for each other. Deceased as of the Calamity. (Akiv'a is named after his grandmother, Akiv, in a slight deviation from regular keeper lore) Iiriku Rururiku: (former) Sultansworn and reluctant adventurer. One of Faunh & Elouan's companions. He and Memenu were old friends. Sanlie Kierha [N'kierha Sarre]: N'valyh's half sister by their father N'sarre. They didn't grow up together and only met as adults. Sefika Ryaol [Sef]: Akiv'a’s cousin, a fierce hunter with a wicked sense of humor. Calgaran Talareis: a mysterious Duskwight woman who trained Imry when she was a fledgling adventurer for a time. Montienne David: Nennali and Tache’s childhood friend. Nennali's parents took him in after he lost his remaining family to the Calamity. X'lhenai: an Ala Mhigan refugee Nennali meets on her travels. They have a tempestuous relationship at best. Duua Kagon: sky pirate, formerly of the Steppe.

[your-fate-is-seeled]

The Resounding Boom

Seele had left Lucien in the infirmary as he left. All of his anger at the situation had trickled out of him feeling empty. That would not last. It did not last as he mechanically went through strike patterns. His thoughts kept winding  past Lucien’s poisoning to the gut wrenching events in Azys Lla. 

Reapers in battle were different than when they were on parade. The rough landing, knowing they had to prepare for a battle. Iulius vomiting once they got off the transport was a reminder of how sick he felt, and how much he had to hide it.  Seeing the alliance, knowing there was going to be a fight. He could hear himself chanting swear words as the man in the flames great coat swung his axe at him. Sparring with Iota had prepared him for this. He had to be faster than the rage. He was grateful that his world narrowed to the fight before him. And the fight after that, and the one after that. 

When the cease fire was called, he didn’t expect to flirt with the woman in the Flames greatcoat. Nor did he expect what happened next. The chimera was a sight. 

And then they were running. Trying to find the medics. And the boom. For one awful moment the world was hot. The air had that dry hot brush pine taste he remembered from Gyr Abania. He could feel the air hit him, see the fire, and in an instant he was back getting people to the transport and back to the castrum. 

Every night since then he was back there. Feeling the heat and pain. He could swear he was being thrown in the air, his body in indescribable pain as blue flames curled over his arm and along his face. Every time he hit the ground in his dreams he jerked awake. The sheets and pillow case soaked through with sweat. When he was at the castrum he trained. When he was in Eorzea he trained. 

His thoughts snapped out of the memories as he landed a blow and realized the wrapped knuckles of his fists were red. His fear would not rule him. He didn’t care what the medic told him about shell shock. He was not ill. he was not weak. His head reeled with the emotions coursing through him and the mad dog desire to make some one bleed.