#purple carbuncle

[sakurajournals]

June spread, a little late but that's fine!

I got some ffxiv washi tape for my birthday from my wife, so used that as a focus. Went on an image search to turn into stickers to accompany this, and picked purple pens to match the overall theme.

[hollizho]

Commissioned by YummaYmir 💜

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #3: Levinstrike

Prompt: tempest || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Spoilers through the beginning of zone five. Mentions of someone throwing up, but said mention is non-graphic.

*stares contemplatively at this prompt fill* ...yeah, I'm gonna run cover.

*runs for cover*

--

There were a lot of reasons for why Rereha was finding herself very much not liking Yyasulani.

First and foremost, of course, was the giant purple dome of fucking doom that had engulfed the region, spat out murderous magitek automatons led by an equally murderous patricide with a chip on his shoulder, and resulted in the heartbreak and misery of a multitude of Turali, including her darling new not-so-little sister, Lamaty’i. (Lamaty’i had dibs on Zoraal Ja’s head, but Rereha would gladly do a live retelling of how she’d killed Zenos at the edge of the universe with her bow, using that warmongering asshole as her “assistant.”)

Second was the fact that Erenville, normally a bastion of cool-headedness and acerbic wit that rode herd on them all better than even Heron, Queen of the ‘I’m Not Mad Just Disappointed’ Face, was currently a spooked, jumpy, and generally upset young man. With every step they took, Erenville grew tenser and tenser, until he was practically vibrating with it, and unable to mask just how shaken he was to see his home so strangely aged and decrepit. Rereha did not like to see her friends (even the ones who refused to acknowledge they were, actually, friends) upset. Someone needed to be made miserable for this. (Probably Zoraal Ja.)

Third was all the gods-forsaken levin within the confines of the dome. Static snapped and crackled and popped (hah, that had a nice ring to it, actually) across all of them, and across every surface, and the only reason they likely weren’t shocking themselves was the sheer amount of levin aether soaking into everything, even making it difficult to breathe. Synnove had summoned Ipomoea, and the unaspected carbuncle was carefully perched on her person’s shoulder while maintaining a light shield around their group to lessen the pressure of so much fucking levin on them.

Fourth, and newest on the list, was the fact that little Roksana—not quite so little as she had once been like a bitty squishy Heavensturn mochi, the steady infusions of aether over the years ensuring she and her sister were now two-thirds the size of Galette—had just spontaneously manifested at Synnove’s feet.

Alone.

That is, by herself.

No Amandina.

Which had never, ever happened before.

Ever.

Synnove’s face was doing the kind of journey between expressions that would likely result in a pulled muscle and would, under any other circumstance, be funny to witness, but right now just made Rereha feel ill.

Mommy, Roksana warbled, eyes huge and teary, something’s wrong with Amandina.

“Oh, fuck this place in the ear,” Rereha said under her breath as the party dissolved into chaos.

--

They had hurriedly backtracked to Yyasulani Station and holed up in one of the decaying buildings. Synnove had folded herself onto the floor cross-legged, her bracelet of carbuncle foci cupped in her hands, and had spent a full bell coaxing Amandina into manifesting.

The black pearl carbuncle looked terrible as Synnove gently cuddled her. Her ears and tails were drooping, the aetheric glow of her coat was dim and dusty with no sign of the pretty purple among the black strands of her fur, and her eyes and nose were gummy and crusty and just gross. The poor baby looked like how Rereha felt after one of those stupid parties she used to attend as a dumbass socialite fuckwit in Ul’dah, and she resisted the urge to swipe at her own nose.

Mommy, I [have a tummy ache.]

Amandina’s harmonic had warped and rippled, ringing with multiple tones of trying to translate an untranslatable concept. Now Rereha wanted to reach into her own brain and scratch frantically to relieve the itchiness hearing that had left in her grey matter.

“What,” Lamaty’i whispered, arm raised up to rub her temple across the leather embossing on her collar as her ears twitched at high speed, “the fuck.”

“Your mind essentially force-translated Amandina’s aetheric harmonic into words you can understand,” Krile said, blinking rapidly and reaching up to rub at her eyes.

“At least into the closest approximation,” G’raha said, scritching frantically at the back of his neck until Alisaie swatted his hand away.

Amadina groaned, turning in Synnove’s arms and pulling herself up so she could burrow her face into her mama’s neck. Synnove carefully adjusted her grip on the carbunclet, one hand supporting her butt and the other stroking her head and ears, while Roksana, who had been draped atop Synnove’s head like a weird hat, practically oozed down on top of her twin. Ipomoea, perched on Synnove’s knee, wore an unfocused expression that meant she was still in the middle of running a full diagnostic scan.

“It’s all this fucking levin,” Synnove growled. “Her aspect means she’s already highly sensitive to levin aether, sure, but none of the carbuncles have ever been somewhere where they’ve been exposed to such dangerous levels of their respective aspected aethers.”

“Not even in Eureka?” G’raha said, ears perking. “I would have thought Anemos and Pyros would have posed some danger to Galette and Ivar.”

Synnove shook her head.

“The density of elemental aether was unprecedented at the concentrations encountered on Val,” Krile said, “but it does not compare to what has happened to Yyasulani. Despite each region of the island being warped to reflect their elemental aspects, they were also balancing one another, which allowed such diversity in wildlife to continue thriving. The amount of levin here has essentially rendered Yyasulani…”

“…ecologically dead,” Erenville finished, voice flat and eyes shuttered, even as a shudder briefly shook his frame. Lamaty’i pulled him into a one-armed hug and for once, Erenville didn’t fight it.

(Rere wondered if Lamaty’i was adding items to her mental tally of crimes for which to hold Zoraal Ja responsible. Rere certainly was.)

[Suggestion: Mistress Synnove,] Ipomoea said, her harmonic oddly distant as she continued her scan of Amandina, [a temporary ward on Junior Construct Amandina’s aetheric input sub-array may provide relief of symptoms. Estimation: effectiveness currently calculated at fifty-three point six five seven percent.]

“We’ll get started on mapping that once you’ve finished your diagnostic,” Synnove said, continuing to stroke Amandina’s ears down along her spine. “Amandina, do you want to de-manifest?”

Noooooooo, Amandina whined. Mommy cuddles feel good.

[Observation: physical contact has decreased hazardous levels of levin in Junior Construct Amandina by three point eight percent.]

“Hmm, might be actually be siphoning it off,” Synnove muttered, then sighed. “Carrying Amandina isn’t ideal as we’re reconning, but perhaps—”

Static SNAPPED through the room, causing them all to jump. Amandina whimpered.

Mommy, I think I’m gonna throw up.

There was a flurry of movement as Roksana scrambled off her sister and jumped into Rereha’s outstretched arms, Ipomoea leaped backwards, and Synnove scrambled to her knees, pulling Amandina off her shoulder as Heron dove forward with a pot yanked off Erenville’s gleaner pack. Heron got the pot beneath Amandina’s face just in time, and the poor carbunclet made an awful HRRK noise as levin aether so concentrated it was a liquid poured from her mouth.

Synnove twitched, jerking her head up to the stare at the ceiling even as she kept petting Amandina and making soothing noises in her throat. Heron had gone grey, and Rereha distantly noted similar expressions on Alakhai, Alisaie, and G’raha.

Who was she kidding, she was wearing it, too. Good to know she wasn’t the only one fighting back a bad flashback to certain events on the First.

Seriously, fuck this place in the ear. With something hard and sandpapery.

…I kinda feel a little better. Amandina’s harmonic very softly drifted through Rere’s mind. The carbunclet’s upper body was still mostly in the pot, until Synnove carefully picked her up and set to cleaning her face.

“Mages, on me,” Synnove snapped. Krile, G’raha, and Alisaie darted into motion, with Alisaie digging into Synnove’s pack and emerging with chalk, graphite sticks, and scrap paper as Krile and G’raha began clearing a spot on the floor. Synnove walked forward on her knees, then sat again with Amandina curling into a miserable, sniffling ball in her lap at the edge of the new workspace. “We’re making that ward now, and I’ve even got an idea on how to adapt it for non-aetheric individuals like ourselves to make this shithole less awful for us. Sorry, Erenville.”

“No, you’re right,” the Shetona said, forcing himself into motion to begin setting up a temporary camp for them all. “This is a shithole now.”

“I’ll give Zoraal Ja an extra punch for you,” Lamaty’i said solemnly.

“I actually appreciate that,” Erenville said wrily. “Rereha, could you dispose of the pot? I’ve got another and I’d rather not try to salvage that one.”

“Can do,” Rere said, tucking Roksana under her arm and darting forward to grab the ruined pot by the handle. “Come on, kiddo, let’s go dig a hole.”

Oooooh, digging, yay!

Awww, the sound of Amandina’s grumbling followed them out the door. Being sick stinks.

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

B A S I C S

Name: Muireann Uais (nee Ralenne Canaux)

Nicknames: Lenne (limited to partners and parents only)

Age: physically 29 (was soul-snatched during Shadowbringers)

Nameday: 19th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Race: Duskwight

Gender: Demigirl

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: (chronologically) goldsmith, adventurer, Maelstorm captain, practitioner of lost magical arts

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Thick dark purple hair with lighter, more pink toned highlights

Eyes: Magenta

Skin: Purple-tinged grey

Tattoos/scars: Several. Traditional Duskwight tattoo over her left eye in purple and Allagan channelling tattoos on her arms and legs. Most notable scars are her lightning scars starting on her shoulder blades and reaching down her back and partway up her neck and a large aetherburn scar on her chest.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Silvairre and Illiette Canaux (accidentally estranged for several years)

Siblings: only child but adopts Raer Angathril (@azure-dragonsinger) as an older brother

Grandparents: She does not know them. Has adopted several grandparent figures including Jehantel and Matoya

In-laws and Other: cahoots partner Y'mhitra Rhul, adoptive maternal figure Haname (@azure-dragonsinger), main tank Match Munroe (@a-soul-full-of-stars), platonic legal wife Shin Bokairo (@accidentaloracle)

Pets: her chocobo Scamallach, her carbuncle(s)

S K I L L S

Abilities: can sense emotions in creatures, SMN/SCH hybrid, Nymian marine flavoured WAR combined with Bahamut as the inner beast

Hobbies: wandering, research, archaeology, making giant explosions (for science!!)

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: fiercely protective of her family and friends

Most Negative Trait: Stubborn as all hell, particularly when it comes to holding grudges

L I K E S

Colors: deep jewel colours, cool tones pastels, gold and silver metals

Smells: fresh sheets, sweet florals, old books, petrichor

Textures: soft (fur, feathers, silk), smooth stone, moss

Drinks: wine, fruit and herbal teas, hot chocolate with whipped cream, freshly squeezed fruit juices

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: no

Drinks: yes though not alone

Drugs: for pain relief and sleeping

Mount Issuance: Markab her lightning horse, Moggle Mog XII egi, Scamallach (though she's technically a show-bird), her yol and her Allagan node

Been Arrested: Avoided arrest outside of Ishgard during Heavensward by using her birth name when she had to venture outside the Holy See.

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (forever and a day ago)

Tagging: You! please show me your WoLs I beg of you

[candycryptids]

Day 4 of Glamtober - Aldenard ! Full Glamtober Promptlist [Here] There's a lot of Glam this time so it's under the cut ! Along with a full body of the Elezen Merchant+ some bonuses :) Also, Keathan belongs to @dustedbooksandreadingnooks When Tuesday first arrived in Ishgard- it was in a crate! Keathan had to power him on for the first time... and then ask him one of many firsts; would you like to change clothes? He agrees; not because the Maid Dress is uncomfortable or particularly embarrassing, but because he stands out among most Ishgardians dressed as he is, and a nice coat would protect his core and joints from locking up in the cold :) Keathan has to help him a bunch with getting dressed and undressed- his fingers aren't very dextrous and the clasps and buckles of Ishgardian clothing prove to be a challenge....

Keathan is wearing- White Beret- Salmon Pink Heirloom Tunic Of Healing- Pastel Blue No.2 Type B Gloves- Salmon Pink Ruby Cotton Sarouel- Pastel Blue Wayfarer's Boots- Currant Purple/Pastel Blue Tuesday part 1 is wearing- Housemaid's Brim Housemaid's Apron Dress- Cream Yellow Sky Pirate's Gauntlets of Maiming- Snow White Housemaid's Bloomers Housemaid's Pumps Emerald Carbuncle Earring Tuesday part 2 is wearing- Highland Hood- Ink Blue/Ash Grey Seigneur's Jerkin- Ink Blue/Vanilla Yellow Hraesvelgr Gloves- Sylph Green High House Breeches Wolfliege Thighboots- Soot Black Fashionable Elezen Merchant is wearing- Alpine Coat- Rhotano Blue Roseblood gloves Gleaners Breeches Ishgardian Thighboots- Charcoal Grey aetheryte earring

She was hastily put together because I was having trouble posing the actual npc behind the counter. She’s real cute though I like her :) I like to think she wants to make her clothes a city-wide household name, but that’s about as far as my brain-train got. Here’s those extra bonuses I promised!

Tuesday is so super handsome and cute I just want to shake him around like a Mii. Shader is Neneko [Vanilla Natural [Gameplay]]

Notable Mods are Hrothgar And Viera Hats [Heliosphere] [NexusMods] I had to do a tiny bit of colorset editing on the Hat specifically because the ears part of the Highland Hood were not linked to the second dye, so I matched them to the grey instead of being firetruck red like it was originally ^^; Other than that, Tuesday is near totally vanilla! (I have some bunny teeth in for him but you can't really see them!)

[delightingintragedy]

Sun Correspondences

From Christian Astrology by William Lilly

(It is mostly word for word. I tried to format it to fit into a nice correspondence list, but the information itself is untouched.)

Zodiac: Rules Leo. Detriment in Aquarius, Exalted in Aries, Fall in Libra.

Nature: Naturally Hot, Dry, but more temperate than Mars, is a Masculine, Diurnal Planet, Equivalent, if well dignified to a Fortune.

Profession: Kings, Princes, Emperors, & Dukes, Marquesses, Earls, Barons, Lieutenants, Deputy-Lieutenants of Counties, Magistrates, Gentlemen in general, Courtiers, desirers of Honour and preferment, Justices of Peace, Majors, High-Sheriffs, High-Constables, great Huntsmen, Stewards of Noblemen's houses, the principal Magistrate of any City, Town, Castle or Country Village; yea, thought a petty Constable, where no better, or greater Officer is; Goldsmiths, Braziers, Pewterers, Coppersmiths, Minters of Money.

Sicknesses: Pimple in the Face, Palpitation or Trembling, or any Diseases of the Brain or Heart, Tympanies, Infirmities of the Eyes, Cramps, sudden swoonings, Diseases of the Mouth, and stinking Breaths, Catarrhs, rotten Fevers; principally in man he governs the Heart, the Brain and right Eye, and vital Spirit, in Women the left Eye.

Colours: Yellow, the colour of Gold, the Scarlet or clear Red, some say Purple.

Savours: A mixture of Sour and Sweet together, or the Aromatical flavour, being a little Bitter and Stiptical, but withal Confortative and a little sharp.

Herbs: Those Plants which are subject to the Sun do smell pleasantly, are of good savour, their Flowers are yellow or reddish, are in growth of Majestic form, they love open and Sunshine places, their principal Virtue is to strengthen the Heart, and comfort the Vitals, to clear the Eyesight, resist Poison, or to dissolve any Witchery, or Malignant Planetary Influences; and they are Saffron, the Laurel, the Pomecitron, the Vine, Enula Campana, Saint John's Wort, Amber, Musk, Ginger, Herbgrace, Balm, Marigold, Rosemary, Rosa solis, Cinnamon, Celandine, Eyebright, Peony, Barley, Cinquefoil, Spikenard, Lignum Aloes, Arsenic.

Trees: Ash tree, Palm, Laurel tree, the Myrrh tree, Frankincense, the Cane tree or plant, the Cedar, Heletrepion, the Orange and Lemon tree.

Beasts: The Lion, the Horse, the Ram, the Crocodile, the Bull, Goat, Nightworms or Glowworms.

Fishes: The Sea Calf or Sea Fox, the Crabfish, the Starfish.

Birds: The Eagle, the Cock, the Phoenix, Nightingale, Peacock, the Swan, the Buzzard, the fly Cantharis, the Goshawk.

Places: Houses, Courts of Princes, Palaces, Theatres, all magnificent Structures being clear and decent, Halls, Dining Rooms.

Minerals: Gold

Stones: The Hyacinth, Chrysolite, Adamant, Carbuncle, the Etites stone found in Eagle's nests, the Pantaure, if such a stone be the Ruby.

Weather: He produces weather according to the season; in the Spring gentle moistening Showers; in the Summer heat in extremity if with Mars; in Autumn mists; in Winter small Rain.

Winds: Eastern Winds

Element: Fire

Angel: Michael

Planetary Alliances: His Friends are all of the Planets except Saturn, who is his Enemy.

Week Day: Sunday

Correspondence posts for the other planets: [Moon] [Mercury] [Venus] [Mars] [Jupiter] [Saturn]

[dustedbooksandreadingnooks]

Aldenard Day 4 of Glamtober

Keathan spent a lot of time in Camp Dragonhead worrying over people they... couldn't quite remember. Were they hale and hearty? Were they important to them? If they were, then why couldn't they seem to remember who they were? Luckily, Chuu sent them someone to look after them.

Mir Keathan, are you alright? Are you perhaps hungry? I could make something for you, if you'd like. Also I would like to inquire about something in regards to my attire, if you have a moment.... -Tuesday Gears

See the follow up post by @candycryptids, who Tuesday belongs to!

Shader is Neneko Coffee Classic and Neneko Heart of Glass Glam items/lore under the cut

Keathan, Astrologian:

Hair- Loose Braid for All [Moon] Body- Heirloom Tunic of Healing (Pastel Blue) Hands- No.2 Type B Gloves (Salmon Pink) Leg- Ruby Cotton Sarouel (Pastel Blue) Feet- Wayfarer's Boots (Currant Purple, Pastel Purple) Tuesday, Prototype 2.017.045:

Head- Housemaid's Brim Body- Housemaid's Apron Dress (Cream Yellow) Hands- Sky Pirate's Gauntlets of Maiming (Snow White) Leg- Housemaid's Bloomers Feet- Housemaid's Pumps Earring- Emerald Carbuncle Earring After the battle at Lake Silvertear with Midgardsormr and the loss of the crystals' power, Keathan's memory issues came back full force and everything got very very hazy for a while. When they had to flee the bloody banquet, Chuu kitted Tuesday out with a new memory storage bank and sent him to Keathan under the guise of a field test, when in reality she was worried about them. Being able to focus on Tuesday's "field test" and emotional development really grounded them while they got back on their feet pre-Heavensward. Mir is a gender neutral, respectful title similar to Sir/Ma'am that me and my husband created! It's pronounced "mihr", similar to "meer" in meerkat but the vowel is a little shorter.

[tarynistic]

Looking for an RP

Khona Jaab

THE BASICS ––

Age: 27

Nameday: 11th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Marital Status: Married ( Aymeric npc shipping)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––

Skin: Pale

Hair: brown/ purple pink

Eyes: dark and light purple

Height: 5 foot and 2 inches

Build: Slim, big-breasted, toned muscles

Distinguishing Marks: scar under left eye (from fight with gaius), she always wears a purple flower on the right side (given to her by Aymeric)

PERSONAL ––

Profession: Adventurer, Warrior of Light/Darkness

Hobbies: music, weaver, botanist

Residence: (old) limsa lominsa (new) Ishgard

Patron Deity: Nymeia

RELATIONSHIPS ––

Spouse/Significant Other: Aymeric (as of post Endwalker)

Children: non

Parents: Nhagi Jaab (mother)

Other Relatives: (sisters) Masha, Nhago, Seda ( Khona is the youngest)

Pets: Nicias (Khonas chocobo); Nugget, Khona's carbuncle blueberry

IMPORTANT  ––

need to be 18+

need to be ok with horror/gore

need to be okay with angst

need to be ok with smut

CONTACT INFORMATION  ––

Server: Coeurl (Crystal)

IGN: Khona Jaab

Timezone: EDT (GMT-4)

can contact me on here or on discord at Tarynistic

Seeking: Looking for someone to RP my WOL with. It would be My WOL and Aymeric. Looking for a long-term rp because I would love for the character to grow. If you have a character ship that you would like to rp we can as well. Rp for and Rp. I rp on discord. When I rp I tend to do short replies but I can get a little longer to about a paragraph.

[call-of-the-dreadwyrm]

Lalu Lula

— B A S I C S

Age: Early 20's (22 at the start of ARR)

Nameday: 10th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Plainsfolk

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Bisexual Lesbian

Profession: Warrior of Light, Self Appointed Treasurer of We Do Jobs For Money, Botanist & Weaver

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Dark Brown (ARR), Light brown with pink highlights (HW onwards)

Eyes: Dark Blue

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Luludi Ludi (Mother), Bazi Zozi (Father)

Siblings: Only Child.

In-laws and Other: Distant Cousin - Tataru Taru

Pets: Lili (chocobo), Azul (her Carbuncle).

Relationship: Recently divorced from a man (As of the End of Endwalker), currently dating Giott.

— L I K E S

Colors: Pink, in most variants of the colour but mostly pale and soft pinks, pastel blue and purples.

Smells: The sea air, freshly baked bread, new books, Chamomile.

Drinks: Chamomile Tea, Orange Juice, Pixieberry Tea, Crimson Cider.

Hobbies: Sewing, Drawing, Reading, Botany.

[almostourgalaxy]

A Wasp's Nest Within An Eel

Your head is full of wasps. The constant drone of thousands of swarming insects rattling your skull, driving you mad.

It only quiets when you hold the crosshairs. This is something you’ve grown accustomed to, the violence that comes so naturally to you.

The boar-ram doesn’t see you until you’ve already fired. It falls without noise, and you step forward to try and drag it home.

The purple-blood it was guarding has other plans. Your foot comes out from under you as he crashes into your side, and you twist, snarling loudly as you throw him off.

He lunges again while you’re still on the ground. You use his momentum against him, rolling him onto his back.

He thrashes and screeches, until your teeth find his throat and you shake him until his neck gives.

The wasps go silent then.

Korrie takes the waterskin from your paws with a strained thanks. She doesn’t drink from it, just stands there with it clasped in her grip, staring at something just past you.

It worries you, this silent refusal. Fills you with the same dread you get from Gl'bgolyb.

“Mother,” You rasp, in the same tone you use with the emissary, “You havvwe to drink.” Mother, the same word. The same fear. The same awful cold in your gut. She looks up at you, cool green eyes pleading and fearful.

“It Isn’t Fro+m The Child?” It’s not a real question. She knows, as you know.

“Of course not,” You lie anyway, “The boy livvwes yet.” She nods, and you smile as she begins to drink.

The wasps start to stir again.

The sea goes dark beneath you as you draw closer to your god. Your head is loud as it ever was. She’s silent as the boar drops into the waves.

“Mother,” you whisper, “Mother.”

The sea goes darker with blood. You glance at Korrie from the corner of your eye. She stares intently at the waves. Mothers of rulers, both of them.

You wonder if she sees herself in the dark. Her son was kinder than Celano, but only because he was also weaker, you wager. Too small to fight her, too soft, so he spoke instead, the little viper.

She raised a snake. Your father raised an eel. The carbuncle raised a monster beyond anything else in this world.

You suppose that’s why she still lives, and Korrie’s little grass-snake is dead.

She looks almost proud when her eyes turn to you again. A snake is not so different from an eel, you think. Maybe she’s blinded herself to the difference.

You smile back at her, ignoring the taste of blood coating your throat. Another mouth to feed, another mother to need you.

How lovely it is to be an eel filled with wasps.

[valkariel]

Unbirthday Cheshire Cat

Alt version of Blossom Fox. Cheshire-flavored.

Head: Felicitous Hood - metallic purple Body: Wolfliege Coat - metallic purple Hands: Saigaskin Armguards of Casting - metallic purple Legs: Valentione Rose Tights - colibri pink Feet: Emerald Carbuncle Slippers - metallic purple

Carbuncle slippers are chunkier, but the tail detail clips into the top's tail. Tonberry Boots are less chunky, but no clipping. Alt Legs: Valentione (any) Tights Alt Feet: (any) Carbuncle Slippers | Tonberry Boots

Earring: The Emperor's New Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: Kokuko Rod - lotus pink Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: #studioshade - "Framed" - Aether/Adamantoise Goblet W28 P42 R35

Shader: Faeberry Bloom

[neriyon]

∙ Basics ∙

Name: Hawu'li Puu Nickname(s): No one's really came up with anything (me included) Age: 23 Nameday: 17th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (17.8) Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te Gender: Male Orientation: Gayyyy Profession: Warrior of Light / travelling healer

∙ Physical Aspects ∙

Hair: Lavender purple and pretty fluffy. The turquoise part of his bangs is dyed, and needs to be redone regularily. Eyes: Bright yellow Skin: White with pink undertone Tattoos/Scars: White, slightly curved "dots" next to his eyes, three on each side. No notable scars - he's very diligent in healing any big hurts after battle.

∙ Family ∙

Parents: - Mother, Hawu Puu. Matriarch of the Puu family. Alive and well, strictly leading her family back in Shroud. Hawu'li visits her, but rather rarely. - Never met his father, nor know anything about him. It's uncertain if he even knows he has a kid. Siblings: - 2 older brothers, Hawu'a and Hawu'to. Hawu'a lives back in Shroud and hunts for a living, while Hawu'to is a researcher in Old Sharlayan. - Grand total of 5 older and 2 younger sisters. Three of the older sisters left home after adulthood to start their own families, the rest of them live with their mother and help provide for the family. Grandparents: Mostly unknown. Hawu sometimes talked about her mother (Hawu'li's maternal grandmother), but she had passed away before Hawu'li was even born. Other: - Draevoux "Drae" Chevalier and Nana Chevalier, elezen couple who are both his (currently retired) co-wols and "roommates". - Varying lineup of partners. He's poly with multiple partners and I've yet to make a solid list of them all since they change all the time. Aymeric and G'raha are the two I mention most. Pets: Carby the Carbuncle. Hawu'li's uh, not that good with names. Carby is your avarage ruby carbuncle, but is around pretty much 24/7. Often refered to as Hawu'li's "emotional support carbuncle", since it's jobs include keeping him calm when he is left alone.

∙ Skills ∙

Abilities: Strong affinity with healing magic and the ability to hear the elementals, making him a formidable white mage. When situation calls for destruction rather than healing, he's also well versed in the art of summoning, and has been known to call upon demi-Bahamut when feeling truly desperate. Hobbies: Cooking, reading and singing. Also likes to mend stuff (patch holes, fix broken furniture) and read stories to kids (usually his sisters')

∙ Traits ∙

Most Positive Trait: Seemingly endless positivity. For someone who's job is to kill gods and see people get hurt on daily basis he's somehow still sure Things Will Be Better, and that deep down everyone has the potential to change for the better. Most Negative Trait: Separation anxiety. From some deepest parts of his soul comes a crippling fear of being left alone. At it's worst, he'll go into full blown panic attack in fifteen or so minutes after losing sight of others. At it's best (mostly after EW) he'll survive with only Carby as his company for almost half a day.

∙ Likes ∙

Colors: Purples, turquoise, most pastels and bright colors Smells: Freshly baked things, forest, lilies, apples baked with cinnamon Textures: Running fingers through silky hair. Wood, fur and silk. Rocks smoothed over by water. Drinks: Tea (any), milk, blackcurrant juice, mulled wine

∙ Other details ∙

Smokes: Nope Drinks: Only in company Drugs: Nuh-uh Mount Issuance: Koivu, his beloved lavender chocobo companion. Disinterested in almost everything, but happily follows any command given by his owner in exchange of some tasty treats. Been Arrested: Surprisingly, only once - in Ishgard, on suspicion of heresy along with Alphi and Tataru. (Drae took the msq spot of fighting for Tataru's freedom)

Seen this tag game around a lot lately, and I wanted in on the fun despite not being tagged. Took a lot longer to fill than I thought, so we'll see if I have the energy to fill this for other ocs too.

If you want to do it too, go for it! ♪(´▽｀) It takes a while, but is very fun to fill~

[sixminutestoriesblog]

garnet

Unlike most of the other months, January babies only have one birth stone. But oh - what a birthstone it is!

Garnets come in a variety of colors, including the ultra rare blue ones, but the most well known and well loved is the deep rich red. Red garnets are one of the oldest recorded gems for humanity and one that stretched across continents. Garnets can be found in jewelry as far back as the Bronze Age and ancient Romans and Greeks were fond of it as well. The carbuncle gemstone on the High Priest's breastplate in the Old Testament might have been a garnet. They were often found on the jewelry of ancient pharaohs. In fact, archeologists have used garnets to trace historic trade routes, with the 7th century Staffordshire Hoard and the Winfarthing pendant of England both containing garnets from as far away as ancient Sri Lanka. Garnets featured frequently in Migration Period art, a style that arose across Europe and Britain after the collapse of Rome, during the 3rd century, that relied on small, intricate interlocking patterns like the above sword hilt piece.

In modern times, garnets are more than just a pretty face. With a hardness on the Mohs scale from 6 to 7.5, they are often used for their abrasive properties. Garnet grains added to a jet of water can cut through steel!

Just remember, January babies, you're made of tough stuff!

Having such a long history across so much of the world, garnets have netted their fair share of superstitions over the centuries.

In Persia, the garnet was good for protection from natural dangers, like storms and their lightning. In some stories, while there was no light from the moon or the sun during the storm that brought the flood, Noah's ark was lit with the light from a brilliant garnet. Many cultures saw garnets as protection against physical harm and wore them into battle. In fact, during the Crusades, both Christian and Muslim soldiers wore garnets for the exact same reason. Garnets were good at signalling danger since they would grow pale as it approached. They were also supposed to help protect travelers going on long journeys to ensure they came safely home and parting friends would exchange garnets in the belief that the stones would ensure they would meet again. In ancient Egypt, garnets could ward off depression and bad dreams.

The garnet's red color associates it naturally with blood and the stone was supposed to be a cure against inflammation. Too much blood could make you hot-headed, and the garnet was supposed to soothe anger and help with mental clarity and peace of mind. It was also associated with love and friendship. Many older engagement rings were set with garnet as it was supposed to represent loyalty and unchanging affection.

In Medieval Europe, dragon's eyes were sometimes said to be made of garnets. Garnets were also associated with the deep red pomegranate seeds Persephone ate while trapped in the underworld.

Garnets were popular through the Victorian times and are starting to return to popularity as different colored garnets are coming into vogue. Demantoid garnets are a beautiful green color while mandarin garnets are a brilliant golden orange. The iridescent garnet changes color, from red to purple under different lighting. And, as already mentioned, the blue garnet is a deep teal color and was only official in 2017. Garnet lovers have more choices than ever -

but there's something to be said for the classic red garnets that have entranced humanity down through the centuries.

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

Cupping your partner's face in your hand before kissing them 💜

An old prompt but I'm getting back into writing and tackling the ask hoarde I've collected over the last (checks date) uhh year and a bit úps

Please enjoy some wolchefant

Muireann burst into the doors, her eyes darted around the room for the tell tale blue of the turncoat Crystal Braves before she lowered her grimoire. Her carbuncle bounded out of its hiding place in her winter robe, weaving between her legs as she approached Haurchefant’s desk. There was something off about her. Her breath too quick, her eyes too frantic, and a tremor in her entire body that was different to the shaking when the chill cut through her.

“Muireann, my dear, whatever happened?”

“B-bad. I’ was too m-mu-uch.”

“Let’s get you somewhere warmer.” He quickly ushered her into the antechamber excusing the guard inside the door.

“Now then, let’s get this damp coat off you so you can – ” Haurchefant stopped easing the coat from her shoulders when he saw the dim purple-white light coming from her back. The delicate fractal wings had snaked their way up over her shoulders and partway up her neck, crackling levin still dancing under her skin.

“Muireann…should I be concerned that you’re glowing?” Haurchefant’s tone was measured, not entirely devoid of his usual cheery tone but there was a stiffness to it.

“’s Ram-mu-muh. I couldn’t – he’s next on the list. But I couldn’t sum-um-mon an egi. We had everything right! I even snuck into the Sylphlands to make sure I had the requisite aether before heading to Mor-r Dhona…it’s never…it’s never not worked before. I did everything right!”

Her voice was stopping and starting with the pulses of levin under her skin – he could feel it under his fingertips – just how much lightning aether had she taken in that it was affecting her this badly even after expelling some of it? He was suddenly very relieved that she had maintained composure until they were alone – with her battle against Shiva well known, it would not do to have her seen to be open to manipulation of any sort by the primals she had slain.

It was proving difficult to secure the requisite paperwork for the four remaining Scions with the accusations of regicide. If one of their biggest claims in their favour were to be twisted into an accusation of heresy? Haurchefant squeezed Muireann close against his chest. It would not do to think of it.

She latched onto him, taking steadying breaths to bring her vibrating body back fully under her control, “I did everything right…and it still didn’t work. If I can’t do this, Haurchefant, what if – ”

He gently cut her worries short by cupping her face in his hands. He could feel the crackle of levin at his fingertips even through the leather of his gauntlets.

“My dear, I have every confidence that you will find the solutions – as you have always done. And with such staunch allies as these researchers you’ve described I pity any who would cross you once you have resolved your current predicament.”

“If the Archbishop doesn’t hurry up and stamp or sign whatever papers are outstanding he just might jump to the top of the list.”

“That, my darling, is the exact kind of rumour-starting threat that could delay this whole ordeal even further. Much as I would not object to you staying here longer for entirely selfish reasons, it is much safer in Ishgard proper.” Haurchefant punctuated the sentence by gently kissing her forehead.

“I don’t do threats, dear, only promises.”

Non-verbal love prompts

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

Here the witch lodged the blind lady, whose name was Vesper. Her eyes were black, with long black lashes; her skin had a look of darkened silver, but was of purest tint and grain; her hair was black and fine and straight-flowing; her features were exquisitely formed, and if less beautiful yet more lovely from sadness; she always looked as if she wanted to lie down and not rise again. She did not know she was lodged in a tomb, though now and then she wondered she never touched a window. There were many couches, covered with richest silk, and soft as her own cheek, for her to lie upon; and the carpets were so thick, she might have cast herself down anywhere--as befitted a tomb. . .There the witch fed her upon milk, and wine dark as a carbuncle, and pomegranates, and purple grapes, and birds that dwell in marshy places; and she played her mournful tunes, and caused wailful violins to attend her, and told her sad tales, thus holding her ever in an atmosphere of sweet sorrow.

from "The History of Photogen and Nycteris: A Day and Night Mährchen" by George MacDonald

[iwanomono]

Prompt #6: Halcyon

Somewhat before ShB and timey whimey timeline that was eventually pruned off. EW references ----------

His attention was on a white mask young woman in the black robe. At first, she was fiddling with a cat headed wand, but in mere moments the item transformed into a long bow. Its cat head at the top and paw at the end. Her purple hair companion then materialized his bow of twisted branches and they both proceed into a competition of shooting down apples by their stems. They laughed at the silliness of it all and then wave to him to join in on the fun. But he huffed out an annoyed reply and stomped off.

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Earlier point in time probably after Camp Dragonhead with the small houses/lookout stations near the main path

“Who was she and why are you such a baka tsundere?” The young summoner shot him a question when they were seated by the campfire. Her strange little carbuncle though contented to be patted kept eyeing him in suspicion. Never once had any of her companions left her alone with him.

“Do not mock me. And stay out of my mind!” "Can't. I don't control the dreams. I had seen spirits acting dumber than you. And dumb spirits who appreciated being reunited with family, friends and lovers.” She passed him a bowl of soup. He stared at it before stirring the orangey tangy stew. Gingerly he took a few careful sips of the flavoury warmth.

“Even if for a mere moment? Should the person no longer remembers?” “You could ask her yourself you know." She indicated the white mage clinging to the arm of the red cloaked assassin. Unless the assassin was sent out for scouting trips or reporting on things. The couple was never far apart, much to the embarrassment of the dual wielding archer who she treats like her son. Which in turn earn the archer further teasing by his comrades. "She’s building new memories with her new-old family. Sometimes certain memories are ingrained so deeply. That one took time to acknowledge the difference though. At least he stopped running away after their third or was it fourth kid answered my summons.” His silence was the only answer for her. “They must have meant a lot to you to walk this path.” “Aren’t you doing the same? For her, for them.” “What else can I do to restore my world? There was nowhere else to go in that white emptiness.” “What else indeed.” He stared into the the bowl.

----------- Note - Yes sir A nice bowl of Emiya's stew (probably Ishgardian Beet Soup that I carry in bulk) would warm you up.

6 kids - Two Emiya boys, an Edlefelt girl(technically an Emiya) and three Einzbern girls by year 6. 7 if you consider a summer Prillya Alt an individual and 8 if future Avenger Khloe is considered as well.

I made it a point to reunite the Einzbern-Emiya family if possible. The parents are from a timeline where they never met but mom has memories of her other self because of her grail connection. the 3 younger girls are from the same timeline(sort of). the eldest girl might be from the official Fate timeline. And the two boys are alternate timeline version of themselves. The girls are very likely shards of each other. Let's not include young-old Gramps-Bro and leave him as Gramps.

/Throws notes away and gives up.