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lordofcrowns · 5 years ago

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➤ “If I were to warn you, what would I say...?”

C A P T A I N C Y R I L S T A C Y

Cyril is highly defensive, hard to hit, and extremely quick to punish anyone that gets in his melee range. Melee to mid-range is where he’s the most dangerous, because that puts his opponent both within bullwhip range, and grabbing range. In combat, Cyril’s motive is always to subdue his adversary, not to kill. His goal is to force them to surrender, and he will employ whatever nefarious and cruel tactics he must in order to manage this swiftly. He will grapple, choke, bruise, beat and break bones without hesitation if he has to.

His bullwhip is the weapon he’s the most proficient and dangerous with, as well as being the weapon with which he can inflict the most pain and fear. Typically his whip is used for crowd control - it is most often utilized to halt someone’s retreat. It’s common for people to attempt to flee, only to be tangled up in the coils and yanked back into Cyril’s range. It’s common for individuals to suffer dislocated joints or snapped limbs when this happens, to say nothing of the way the whip cuts into the skin upon latching onto them.

Once someone is stunned, entangled, or otherwise slowed enough for Cyril to get a firm grasp, he can use his right hand to shock them and effectively paralyze them long enough to shackle or bind them. In most encounters, once he’s shocked someone, unless there is outside intervention - the fight between those two is over.

U N T O U C H A B L E

While it’s no secret the Captain keeps his right eye covered, the reason as to why widely remains a mystery. Those oblivious to his name and reputation will typically assume he lost that eye somehow, or perhaps that he keeps it covered as some sailors prefer to do, to allow for better sight in the darkness below decks as well as to sharpen one’s aim. Few ask, as it’s of course terribly rude to pry into such things.

Those who do know of him will often insist the covered eye is magic, a source of power and the very thing that renders him “untouchable”. Rumors often circulate that this magic eye is also the source of the crackling lightning that sparks and manifests from his right hand, allowing him to knock people down for the count so easily once he merely gets a hold of them.

As if to deliberately reinforce the frankly wild belief and ridiculous rumors that he is invincible, Cyril outwardly bears no scars nor marks on his body.

[ bold for often // italicize for situational // strikethrough for never ]

commander / duelist / “honorable” / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained ( sword and shield ) / untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

╳ F L A W S

♔ S T R E N G T H S

Tagged by: @whitherliliesbloom & @windupzenos ( Thank you both! )

Tagging: @verdandir @manawalls @finalvalor @noscean-scholar @wanderlust-spirits @cero-tia @menphinasbow @windup-dragoon @thebratcat @mystellis @reshaepocan @pearlescent-scales @bastets-ocs @alun-ura @finalsongxiv @amurr-reha @ennochian @mieyun @deviri @ashadowatthefork @unmend @candideangel @alinteau @sati-ffxiv @bolt-from-the-dark @ishgardianblossom @shroudblessings @sunnythanalan @windupnamazu & anyone else interested!

[ I know I’m a bit late on this one, so no pressure & if you’ve already done it / been tagged - my apologies. Also, please feel free to use me as your tagger even if I didn’t mention you, I would love to read more of these! ]

Full stat breakdown & continued Cyril related ramblings under the cut:

C O M B A T M O D E : C A P T A I N C Y R I L S T A C Y

★★★★★★★★☆☆ — STRENGTH ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — OFFENSE ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — DEFENSE ★★★★★★★★★☆ — SPEED ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — DURABILITY ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ — ACCURACY ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ — AGILITY ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — STAMINA ★★★★★★★★★☆ — TEAMWORK ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ — STEALTH ★★★★★★★★★☆ — MELEE ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ — BLADES ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — BLUNT ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ — RANGED ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — MAGIC ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — TRAPS ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — MEDIC & ★★★★★★★★★★ — BULLWHIP

G E N T L E D I S C L A I M E R : Cyril is written more akin to a thriller genre villain, sometimes teetering over into horror depending on the situation - while still being set in high fantasy. I just realize he might be a bit much, perhaps too dark or violent, depending on your preferred entertainment genre / expectations, so please consider this a soft warning if that’s not something you enjoy!

O V E R V I E W [ C O N T I N U E D ] :

When in a fight, Cyril typically will come across collected, poised and honestly rather cocky. Cyril is something of an expert at breaking people’s morale and shattering their confidence, and that kind of behavior on his part often starts the very moment he and an opponent, or potential opponent, meet. Cyril will insult, belittle, talk down to, and make a great display of pity towards his adversary - this usually includes offering them ample opportunities to surrender to him before things get bloody.

In the inevitability that someone refuses to surrender, he’ll then dare them to prove themselves to him, which he will equate to proving themselves worthy of autonomy. Cyril will demand their attention and effort, and rather playfully jeer at them the whole time, especially if they seem distracted in any way [ say, for example, if he’s holding their loved one(s) hostage ]. That, however, is typically only his behavior at a distance, or as the fight begins and the two are getting a feel for one another.

Once a fight picks up, and especially once Cyril’s genuinely in melee range - you can expect him to start pushing and forcing himself into his opponent’s personal space. Definitely a byproduct of his confidence, but also typically something he can get away with due to sheer size and strength. He’ll grab, grope, and try to get people into uncomfortable holds they can’t easily wriggle out of. Choke-holds are common, whether he’s wrapped his arm about their neck from behind, or simply clasped his hand about their throat. Getting up in someone’s space may also mean pinning them to the wall, or pinning them down on the ground - he’s skilled at grappling and comfortable with either. It’s also common, both as a way to disorient as well dishearten, for Cyril to slap an opponent if he sees an opening. Usually a slap in the face is paired with an insult - maybe they let their guard down, maybe their footwork is poor - whatever it may be, Cyril will capitalize on any chance to humiliate his opponent.

In addition to getting uncomfortably close, one can expect him to snarl, shout, curse, and even growl at his opponents. Words may still be exchanged, but instead of playful banter one might instead hear whispered threats or extremely dark insinuations and other foul comments. It starts to sound like he’s finished being playful, though that isn’t necessarily the case. After all, he usually treats people like playthings, and encounters are often a game played at his leisure. Cyril likes to scare people, and he likes to see their reactions. He also just so happens to be entirely too willing to make good on any threat he whispers.

At his worst, if an opponent refuses to go down, or say his temper is getting the better of him - Cyril’s restraint will falter and he’ll start being unnecessarily violent. His temper is notoriously fickle, so whether his reaction is appropriate for the encounter he lashes out in or not is hard to say. He has a history of beating people bloody - be it with his whip, his body, or both - until they pass out. Cyril has kicked and crushed people under his boot hard enough to shatter bones and crack ribs, as well as doubtless inflicting many a concussion slamming people against this or that structure. His temper boiling over to such a degree as to see such behavior is rare... but not as rare as it should be.

O U T O F C H A R A C T E R N O T E S :

Cyril is written to be a powerful and ideally ( if I’m doing my job right ;; ) terrifying villain to go up against. He’s supposed to feel impossible to overpower, coupled with losing to him of course having massive & heavy repercussions - both for a hero / heroine and for that individual’s loved ones. I really wanted him to be scary and unforgivable.

While not invincible in any way, he would like to have others believe he is. Therefore, he invests no small amount of effort into selling that invincible image, with a generally rather high success rate. Rumors abound of an “untouchable” Captain Stacy, who boasts no scars and loses no duel. Which... it’s true he’s not yet lost a duel, but why that is can be written about another time.

I’ve written Cyril to intentionally be a villain that someone cannot simply overpower with brute force. Winning against Cyril is going to take strategy, forethought, and ultimately in some cases, stooping to his level or even flirting with a diplomatic relationship. He is a pirate, after all, pirates love to parley.

He’s generally meant to put a hero / heroine in a difficult position, where they’re forced to make decisions and do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do in order to defeat him, because again - simply overpowering him is not going to work. And at the same time, he cannot just be ignored or avoided, because his trade and his tendencies are too cruel and intrusive to cast a blind eye towards. Morally, he cannot be allowed to continue what he does, and someone has to put an end to it. I wanted to make him a villain that challenged heroes on a deeper level than just physical strength.

At least, all of that is what I hope for when I write him. Did I succeed? Who knows.

Thank you for reading! 🌹

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ancientechos · 4 years ago

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YO GIMME THAT FOG FOR EMARI PLEASE THANK

Rest prompts (closed)

Okay fine I will ;u; Thank you for the prompt @windup-dragoon !

fog - hearing stay awake as they are carried to safety

This isn’t maybe totally the prompt but?? it’s what came out I’m sorry if it’s disappointing Also thank you for indulging my what-if scenario that I can finally write out but don’t consider 100% canon.

Edit: I have no self-control so this now has a second part uwu

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Emet-Selch/Arianna ♡ 998 words ♡ ShB [spoilers for end of expac]

I can see you in my mind clearly I can feel you and now I won't forget I'm with you

A startled gasp leaves her as the cityscape returns to view, the void of darkness around her fading. But what she cares about is the figure of the man standing there, the one she had been forced to bring that blade to.

“W-wait -- no -- ”

Stumbling forward, she rushes toward him. Her gaze flicks from his strangely tranquil expression to the gaping hole in his chest.

She did -- she did -- that was what she...

But that was because --

Her trembling fingers grasp at the tatters of cloak near the wound, as if she might pull them together and mend him. His slowly fading hands lift to gently touch her wrists.

“I’m sorry, Arianna. But I, truly do...deserve this...”

He speaks calmly over the bond, voice softer than it has ever been. She might almost think it to be a whisper.

“N- no -- I’m -- ” The tears continue spilling down her cheeks as she shakes her head desperately. She knows -- she knows precisely what is happening, and why, but she does not want Emet-Selch to die. She doesn’t want to see him fade away.

She doesn’t want to see Hades die.

“There must be”--

--“something”--

--“I can do --“

The words are choppy, breathless things, partially thrown over the bond between them. Even that, she feels, is tenuous, like a line about to snap. She feels suddenly, irreparably sick.

The man that had once seemed so tall and intimidating feels formless and weightless now; when he falls, seemingly boneless, to the ground, she follows him, the tears only coming all the harder.

For someone who prided herself in being so silent, she can’t stop the pathetic sobs from tearing past her throat.

She should not. She should not. She should not.

And yet no matter how many times she repeats this to herself, the memories rip through her like the sharpest of knives.

“Poisoned? Nightshade? Oleander? Or maybe holly leaf?” “What about you? What would you make, if you had creation magic?” “I know I would be.” “Well, they were explicitly created to like you, so I suppose they also have a fondness for what you li --” “What would you like to hear about today?” "I will not help you this time.”

It was not all a lie. She can’t think it. She won’t let it. And --

And the way he looks at her now tells her they can’t possibly have been fake.

Hades.

The thought of losing all those pieces -- all those shards, and the man behind them, has her fingers clenching into the remains of his clothing desperately.

“N-no -- I don’t want --”

To lose him, for what could she ever do with herself once she did? With those sharp pieces still lodged within her, unable to ever be forgotten? The source ever unreachable, because he was no longer here, forever and ever lost to her?

The thought leaves her cold. Achingly and terrifyingly cold.

“I won’t let --” Her words break off into a choked sob.

“Shhh.” Hades’ voice should be soothing. Perhaps it would be, if she could not see his fingers dissolving into motes of light even as they endeavour to touch her cheek. “There is nothing to mourn for. All I ask is that you remember me — remember us.” He gives another quiet smile as he closes his eyes.

Arianna’s throat clenches tightly in panic.

“N-no -- y-you have...to stay awake --”

It’s useless. She knows very well it is.

But she brings her palms to the hole in his chest and concentrates her aether there anyway.

The healing magics swirl uselessly in the tear, utterly fruitless. Still, the woman won’t allow herself to give up. Her jaw clenches grimly as she presses determinedly against him. The glow shrouding her hands takes on a different sheen.

“What are you — ?”

His question goes unheard. And the strangeness with which the magics leave her go unnoticed by her. She merely -- wants to mend him. Even if she knows she cannot -- she will try until she cannot any longer.

And yet -- and yet something begins to change. He feels somehow -- more substantial. Not as a reed about to be blown off by the wind. She can feel him. And -- her tear-filled eyes widen with shock. The hole in his chest seems to be smaller.

Biting her lower lip, she continues to work. With bated breath, she watches as he steadily begins to reconstitute beneath her fingers. He is returning. Because of her. He looks...almost whole.

But that’s not enough. Why is there so much?

She doesn’t think she can...

Her head feels sluggish as she tilts it to gaze down at him. There’s...there’s more, but she isn’t certain she can fix him all. And yet she has to try, because she’s afraid that if she stops for even a moment, he’ll fade away completely before she can do anything else.

She continues to work even as she feels her strength slowly ebbing away, her mind swirling the more she pours into him. There’s no gaping hole now. Only skin. He feels very hot. Maybe because her fingers are very cold. Like ice blocks where her limbs should be. She’s can’t think. She’s too tired to think.

All she cares of is that he’s fine. That’s all that matters. But even that is something she’s not quite sure of anymore -- everything is blurry, as if she can’t get her eyes to focus. Like everything is enshrouded in fog.

She doesn’t realise she’s on the floor until all she can see is the ground beneath her. Her arms move, though in the end there’s not much sense behind it -- she hasn’t the strength to lift herself. Her mind whirls into an endless spiral of black as her consciousness fades completely.

She thinks she can hear someone say her name, but it may as well be white noise.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #emet selch #emet selch x wol #emet selch x arianna #arianna rowen #arianna #my writing #fanfic #w: the dreamer and the architect #other verses #misc #ask #windup-dragoon #ship meme #sm: the dreamer and the architect #mine

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fistsoflightning · 4 years ago

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light sources // zaya qestir

sun rays.

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

incandescent bulbs.

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

stardust.

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

candle flames.

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

moonbeams.

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

auroras.

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

fireworks.

dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

tagged by: @wandering-heart-ffxiv! thank you!

tagging: hmmmmm.... lets go with people on my dash >:3 @windupnamazu @to-the-voiceless @sati-ffxiv @verbroil @winduphaurchefant @whitherliliesbloom @ofthesilverlining @windup-dragoon @windupzenos @kukurubean @lordofcrowns @aethernoise @nuclearanomaly and you! feel free to tag me :)

#ffxiv #zaya qestir #ahhhhhh... an easy one #ive been staring at the deity and the primal ones ive been sitting on for a while #and just. man. i needed a break asidgpsdfsdf #also: there were no rules on anyone elses post so i assume its just uhhhh bold what applies to your muse italicize what sometimes applies?#either way: do what you will its a free world >:3 #zaya cm #tales from the blue

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windupalisaie · 4 years ago

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sensory prompts

46) The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed - sent by @windup-dragoon (the read more in the original ask broke so i decided to repost this since it’s kinda long)

(takes place after 5.2, vague spoilers ahead)

Alisaie’s presence was like a tightly coiled spring.

It wasn’t an uncommon sight as of late; clenched fists and pursed lips and sharp eyes that betrayed little aside from a strained sort of annoyance. Even then, as she shed her weapon and layers of clothing in favor of things much softer meant for sleep, she remained bristled and out of reach, shielded by a different sort of armor.

Tension was a tangible thing that fell from Alisaie, as leaves would fall from a bough during a summer storm. Poppy knew all too well how the tangled bramble that writhed within her must’ve felt. And she knew there was little she could do to ease the ache of the thorns, aside from wait and pray that Alisaie would allow her to pluck them out.

Poppy lay in bed, dressed in naught but bandages and thin nightclothes, feeling useless and sore after the day’s battles. Visions of meteors and the phantom of Hydaelyn’s ever-echoing voice haunted her, but Alisaie’s footfalls were enough to hold her attention. They were loud and purposeful as she flitted from task to task in preparation for bed, almost mirroring the heaviness of whatever it was that occupied her thoughts. Poppy watched her from across the room through the corner of a bleary eye. She remained patient, even despite the enticing lull of sleep that blurred the corners of her vision.

Luckily, her silent patience paid off, and it wasn’t long before Alisaie plopped down on the edge of the bed.

The clouded tempest of her mood followed her, bringing with it a static that crackled the air between them. Alisaie’s back was to her, but Poppy didn’t have to see her face to know that she was stressed. She saw it in the strain that curved Alisaie’s spine, tensed her shoulders, followed through the motions of her arms as she raised them to undo her braid—the last thing left to take care of before she could sleep. But her hands froze there, barely touching the bright silver of her hairpin. Poppy could almost see the fissures form.

“Alisaie,” she murmured. Her hoarse voice finally broke the silence between them, the name scratching her throat as it crawled along each chord. “Talk to me.”

Alisaie’s hands fell. Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them as if she held on for dear life. Poppy knew all too well that she bit back whatever sharpness it was that her tongue threatened to lash her way. And she remembered how Alisaie had failed to do just that, the day before on Bismark’s back. The impatient orders barked at her still stung, even then.

Alisaie’s hands unclenched and folded neatly atop her lap. “I have nothing to say,” she said.

Each word was even but strained, balanced precariously between venom and ice. Poppy couldn’t help but scoff. She pushed herself onto her elbows, ignoring the aches that screamed at her to stop. She was soon seated behind Alisaie, head bowed until it brushed against the soft tufts of her hair.

“Liar,” she whispered into the snowy strands.

Poppy could feel Alisaie tense before her and could practically hear the retort she likely formed. But her sharpness was smoothed into continued silence when Poppy let her fingers wander upward.

They found Alisaie’s hairpin and hairband and the crimson bow beneath it. She pulled out the pin, undid the band, and tugged at the end of the bow to set loose a curtain of silvery white. She held the adornments for a brief moment, letting her thumb skate over the ornate surface of the pin, before they were placed atop the bedside table to be forgotten. Poppy’s hand turned into a makeshift comb that slid easily through pale silk, moving slowly, gently, all without a word.

The distant sounds of night poured in through the open window among flecks of crystalline light. Alisaie unfurled before her, ilm by ilm, breath by breath, with each easy drag of Poppy’s fingers through her hair and each light gust of cool air that swirled around them. It was only when all the tension withered away that she stopped and leaned forward again to press a cheek against Alisaie’s shoulder.

Poppy closed her eyes. Still she said nothing, not wanting to press her luck, and waited instead for Alisaie’s move. For a while, few things existed beyond their soft breaths and the faint beating of both their hearts that echoed somewhere between them. In truth, she could’ve fallen asleep then and there. Eventually, however, Alisaie let out a long and weary sigh that made her shoulders droop.

“We’re running out of time.”

It was a whisper barely heard. But there it was, the source of her recent impatience and the reason why she’d lashed out. Poppy had assumed as much was on her mind, but it was still a relief to hear her admit it out loud, on her own terms.

“You can sense it too, can’t you?” Alisaie asked. “Urianger and Thancred and even Y’shtola—they’re fading.” When she swallowed, her shoulders dropped further. She paused for a moment before the thin thread of emotion burst. “It won’t be long before Alphinaud and I—”

She paused again, shook her head. As if she meant to shake the thought away. Poppy frowned. She parted her lips to speak, to say something to fill the void, any meager words of comfort. Instead, Alisaie spoke again.

“I feel helpless,” she murmured. Her voice wavered just so, words pulled taut with obvious stress. It was enough to make Poppy’s heart clench; that rare moment of bare and honest vulnerability that Alisaie placed before her.

For a time, Poppy was unsure what to say. She buried her face into Alisaie’s shoulder and was made acutely aware that this wasn’t her—not the physical her that remained a word away, but a bundle of aether in the shape of her, a soul made tangible by the miracle of magic. Temporary magic, she was reminded, that would soon falter if the two halves were not made whole. The thought left her unsettled and just a bit afraid.

“I know,” Poppy said. “I’m sorry.” I feel helpless too, she wanted to add, but knew that voicing her own fears would do Alisaie little good. So she held her instead, winding her arms around her waist from behind.

Alisaie sighed again, a simple sound, but one more easy than before. “Don’t be,” she replied, her voice softened.

She wriggled in Poppy’s grasp and turned to finally face her. She looked just as tired as Poppy felt, with heavy lids that fell over her weary gaze. She must have been exhausted, Poppy thought. Curing the light-poisoned patients at the Inn took an incredible amount of focus, after all. But she still managed a smile, almost wry and perhaps a bit apologetic.

“We’re going to figure this out,” Poppy said. A hollow reassurance, perhaps, but she said it with such conviction—so strong was her belief that the Exarch would find a way—that Alisaie seemed to brighten a touch.

“How do you know?” Alisaie asked. It was a soft question, and honest.

“I don’t,” Poppy replied, a bit sheepish, but honest in turn.

Alisaie stared at her for a moment, searching her face. Poppy was surprised to hear her break into a laugh.

“That’s very comforting to hear,” she said, tone tart. And yet, there was a shred of sincerity behind the sarcasm.

Alisaie gave Poppy a gentle shove to urge her back into bed. She chuckled and let herself sink into the softness of the sheets. When she opened her arms, Alisaie joined her. They curled together, limbs tangling like vines, close enough that Poppy could bury her face into Alisaie’s hair once more.

“I won’t let you fade away.”

The whispered promise was paired with a tightened grip. Alisaie held her tighter in turn.

“I know you won’t,” was Alisaie’s soft reply.

Poppy couldn’t claim to be as educated as the Exarch in Allagan technologies, or as skilled in aetherology as Urianger, or as well versed in magicks as Y’shtola. But she would stop at nothing to see the Scions safely back to the Source. And Alisaie sensed that, perhaps, as all the stress left her borrowed body and she finally succumbed to sleep. Poppy soon followed suit.

For the time being, they had each other, and that was enough.

#my writing #ali/poppy #thank you for the ask!!#sorry it took so long fjhkfsfd #it's impossible for me to write anything under 1k words #i've been thinking about this since 5.2 so it ended up longer than expected

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ainarosewood · 4 years ago

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Light Sources-Aina Rosewood

Bold those that always apply. Italicize those that sometimes apply.

sun rays.

incandescent bulbs.

stardust.

candle flames.

moonbeams.

auroras.

fireworks.

Tagged by @mai-takeda

Tagging: @gatheredfates @dragons-bones @autumnslance @blue-sentinel @windup-dragoon @windupsanson @venombrand @jancisstuff and anyone else who wants to

#ffxiv #OC Aina Rosewood #character memes #aether data center #midgardsormr #vieraffxiv #veena

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whitherliliesbloom · 5 years ago

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❀ illya skawi profile playlist

Character Profile - Music Edition ♪

For many of us music is a source of inspiration for our characters, so I want to know what songs inspire and/or relate to your muse! Chose between 10-15 songs, compile them into an album and tag some friends to share the beat! I’m choosing songs that I think are exclusive to Illya’s personality and development, rather than her role as the Warrior of Light because I think those songs can pretty much apply to ANY WOL. Songs about certain special relationships are also excluded, since I’ll be making a separate playlist for those.

“wallflowers can never bloom” {quiet}

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng

god, i just want to lay down. these colors make my eyes hurt. this feeling calls for everything that i am not.

Waving through a Window by Owl City

did i even make a sound. it’s like i never made a sound. will i ever make a sound?

Five by Sleeping At Last

a white flag waves in the dark between my head and my heart. my armor falls apart. as if i could let myself be seen. even deeply known like i was already brave enough to let go.

“wilting slowly, surely.” {helplessness}

Antidote by Faith Marie

i tried to find my reflection on the glass, but i all i ever saw were the things i lacked. all the smudges on the mirror make me go insane. all i ever thought i was was a mistake.

Lilac by Minami

happiness is a blurring defective eye shutter. painful things appear delicately by a high resolution lens.

The Walk by Imogen Heap

no it’s not meant to be like this. not what i planned at all. i don’t want to feel like this. so this makes it all your fault.

Failure girl cover by Oktavia [tw: hints of self-harm?]

everybody tells me i’m a failure. there’s no reason to even show me love. no matter whatever i do, it falls short of enough.

Hard Times by Paramore

gonna make you wonder why you even try. gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. and i still don’t know how i even survive

idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

tell the mirror what you know she’s heard before. i don’t wanna be you anymore.

“even if it’s to save just one more, then with my last breath..” {purpose}

Daughter of the moon by Adriana Figueroa

destiny was close behind her. phantom of borrowed life. and the sea was a reminder. mirror of given light.

Determination symphony by Roselia

let your prayer of courage ride on your sound. your fingers, connected to a promise, play it. someday by your side, even if its impossible now. i won’t stop.

“i love you more than you’ll ever know” {self-acceptance}

Shake it out by Florence & the Machine

and it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back. so shake him off.

They will fall like roses by of Verona

you don’t know who i’ve become. i’ve become somebody else. i have used it for myself. i have used it to be free.

Cosmic love by Florence & the Machine

then i heard your heart beating. you were in the darkness too. so i stayed in the darkness with you.

Never lost Word cover by JubyPhonic

A flower bloomed inside of the mirror and she finally replied ‘good morning’ to me.

Tagged by: @ofthesilverlining <3 Tagging: @windup-dragoon , @yumeaino, @astralyehga, @theadventuresofshuri, @righthererightzao, @ishgard, @scholarlostintime, @viraixia, @bloodsworn-marshal , @beetlebrownleaf, @fair-fae and anyone who wants to this!! Feel free to tag me!! Also I’m sorry if I missed anybody or if you’ve been tagged but have already done this aaaa!!

Not sure if anybody wants a detailed explanation of each category and song and how they relate to Illya but if you are i love you stuff is under read more!

wallflowers can never bloom:

More about Illya’s shyness, introversion and social anxiety. Stray Italian Greyhound is pretty much Illya at the start of ARR, when she’s still incredibly uncertain about everything and unwilling to take risks. But after meeting more people, making more friends and learning to open up, she becomes more willing to turn her “no”s into “maybe”. Waving through a window is pretty self-explanatory about her social anxiety. Being afraid of connecting with others, and yet she also fears not having a voice and not being known by others. Five is just a song about her enneagram type about being afraid of showing her feelings because she believes it would push others away, and her curiosity about the world around her.

wilting slowly, surely:

Lots of songs about depression, self-hatred, helplessness. Illya’s trapped in a state of constant melancholy. Antidote can actually be taken rather literally about the first time she discovers her “dark self” at the start of the dark knight storyline. Lilac and Hard Times describes her emotional fragility. When the going gets tough, she doesn’t always handle it well, and crumbles. The Walk is where Illya has a habit of blaming herself for her emotions. For feeling angry, momentarily showing her emotions to others, feeling scared. Failure Girl describes her powerlessness. Being unable to help solve all of the worlds’ problems, being too late in saving certain people. Whatever she does is never enough. idontwannabeyouanymore is raw self-hatred.

even if it’s just to save one more, then with my last breath:

At the end of the day, she pushes through because her morality compels her. She can’t ever forgive herself if she allows her own feelings and insecurities stop her from doing her duty. Daughter of the moon is her realizing and remembering the gift she’s been given, and that she cannot afford to waste it. Even if it costs her her life to save others. Determination symphony is just a self-empowerment song of her finding the courage to keep pressing forward.

i love you more than you’ll ever know:

It’s a long process, but slowly, Illya is learning to accept and love herself. In Shake it out and Cosmic Love, she accepts the darker parts of her personality (or fray). She begins to let go of the hatred she bears for her own inner demons, and accepts that it will always be part of her. She finally accepts that it’s okay to not be perfect. They will fall like roses is her answer to the people who have hurt her, to those who made her into the woman she is today. Never Lost Word is her growth from a bud that could do nothing but doubt and hate herself, to someone who could finally look herself in the mirror.

#ffxiv #character meme #playlist #lalafell #illya skawi #close your eyes and listen #mine #this took so long to put together im gonna cryajfanf

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firstblesssed · 4 years ago

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Light Sources || Elletha Daeran

sun rays.

incandescent bulbs.

stardust.

candle flames.

moonbeams.

auroras.

fireworks.

tagged by: @windup-dragoon !! thank you <333

tagging: anyone else who wants to do it!! half my dash has been tagged already I think.........

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #character meme #elletha #this was so cute.... thinking of aesthetics and things that would make her happy #im soft for things like this

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starrysnowdrop · 5 years ago

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This is just... beautiful!!! 😭 This is all fantastic, even the Yume and Aymeric scenario!! You know that she does do the random facts and philosophical observations thing, right? Like legit, I am writing something to that effect in a fic right now.

Incorrect Fantasy Squad Quotes, Part 3:

@whitherliliesbloom @ofthesilverlining @maiden-born-in-snow @yumeaino

Estinien: I'm emotionless

Shuri: Says the man who confessed to me while smiling, blushing while dating and cried when we got married.

Estinien: shit

Aymeric, as Yume gets out of the shower: Finally, I can brush my teeth.

Yume: Brushing your teeth is the only time you can clean your skeleton.

Aymeric: . . . Thanks, I needed that weird out of the blue fact today.

Kiri: Your love. Hand it over.

Hien: Over my body.

Kiri: aren't you supposed to say over my dead body?

Hien, pinning her to the wall: no

Kiri, waking up after being unconscious: where am I?

Thancred, sarcastically: Heaven.

Kiri: oh

Kiri: . . . Didn't think you'd be here.

Haurchefant: Laurelis, can I see your hand?

Haurchefant, drawing a ring on her finger in marker:

Laurelis: ?

Haurchefant, holding up his own hand with a drawn on ring: Now we're married!

Alphinaud: Kind of want a cookie...

Illya: do you?

Next day

Alphinaud, seeing thousands of cookies: Illya, do you know what happened to the kitchen???

Illya, from afar: ...no

Kiri: who the fuck

Illya: language

Kiri: whom the fuck

Hien and Kiri, singing at 3 am: Can you feel the love tonight?

Estinien, also singing and pointing at the clock: caN YOU LOOK AT THE FUCKING TIME

Thancred, coming down the stairs smiling:

Kiri: what's wrong with your face

Judge: You're charged with... breaking into a pet store??

Illya: I thought they were lonely your honor.

Kiri: I'm the type of girl who thinks things through

Laurelis: since when? Just yesterday I saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire

Kiri: hey wanna go upstairs with me?

Hien: sure!

Kiri: got any protection?

Hien, suddenly nervous: ...w-why what's up there??

Thancred: man, I'm such an idiot...

Everyone:

Thancred:

Everyone: if you're waiting for us to disagree it's going to be a long night

Kiri: hey you wanna see a butterfly?

Illya: Sure!!

Yume: NO-!

Kiri, throws a stick of butter across the room:

Kiri: beautiful

#source: windup dragoon #my mutuals #incorrect fantasy squad quotes #incorrect ffxiv quotes #ffxiv incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #laurelis thyme #illya skawi #yume aino #shuri fontaye #kirishimi yasuragi #thancred waters #hien rijin #estinien wyrmblood #aymeric de borel

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lordofcrowns · 5 years ago

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DEITY OF: Terror; Grief; Greed.

ASSOCIATED WITH: Sudden, intense paranoia. Missing loved ones. Misplaced keepsakes. Disappearances. Forgotten faces. The sensation of feeling cold at random. Piano music playing in another room. Recognizing a voice but being unable to place it. Being too afraid to turn around in the dark for fear of what may be lurking. Feeling smothered, feeling like you’re choking, unable to take in a full breath.

SACRED PLANTS: Rose. Thistle. Elderberry. Hawthorn.

SACRED STONES/GEMS: Gold. Pearl. Diamond. Ruby.

SACRED ANIMALS: Serpents. Horses. Black Jaguars.

COLORS: White. Gold. Black. Teal. Maroon.

FOOD: Coffee. Rye Bread. Smoked fish. Rum.

SCENTS: Ocean. Mint. Cigarettes. Rain. Leather.

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS:

All offerings must be presented as perfectly as possible, or else one risks angering the god they are intended to appease.

Offerings are made primarily in attempt to please, or else to dissuade the deity from taking away a loved one. They would be more accurately described as bribes.

Offerings may be left at any place denoted as his; a place that he has marked with his blood as holy ground. Altars can often be found in pristine condition and lovingly maintained - but by who, no one knows. If one is to enter his holy grounds, it’s respectful to kneel first at the boundary. It is also highly recommended that one does not hesitate or look back over their shoulder when they leave.

Life; A person may be left at any place designated as belonging to him to be collected. They must be clothed in white, freshly washed and groomed, and with their head covered. The offering must be in good health and uninjured. The superstitious believe a virgin the luckiest offering, granting the most favor from the god. One person may be offered in exchange for another that has already been taken, or as a bribe to prevent the god from stealing a loved one he is yet to take.

Gold; A full coin purse may be left either to win favor or in an attempt to bribe the god to relinquish a person. Jewelry, keepsakes, and trinkets may also be offered - but only if they are in excellent condition, and are of solid, pure gold.

Gems; Precious gems, such as diamonds, rubies, and pearls, may also be offered - but again must similarly be in excellent condition. The superstitious have said even perfect gems are only excepted if offered forth in a sash of velvet.

Tea; Black teas, prepared by hand, with nothing added. Must be kept piping hot until the moment abandoned at his altar. The teacup it is served in must be in perfect condition, weathering or chips in the porcelain is an insult.

Music; There are songs rumored to quell his anger and invite his clemency. If one wishes to play music for him, they must perform flawlessly or else risk his ire. The god also accepts ballads or pieces written in honor of him, penned on fine parchment or paper, and left at his altar.

Blood; A vial or bottle of blood may be left to bait the god’s attention. Whoever’s blood was contained within will become an object of the god’s interest. This is often intended as a curse, performed by one individual to bring about ill fortune to another. It can however be used to direct the god’s attention away from a loved one onto another. In essence; another bribe.

Food; Anything made must be prepared fresh the day of it’s offering. Only the very best of a harvest is to be brought before him. It must be untouched by the maker or any of their family, and the entire portion must be presented. The superstitious believe the smell of fresh baked bread quiets the anger of a zealous god.

Horses; Must be of hot-blooded lineage and in the prime of life. Must also be of excellent conformation, and fully trained. Solid black or white in color are believed to be preferred. When presented, the horse should be fully groomed and properly shod. No branded horse may be offered.

Cigarettes / Cigars; Must be high-quality tobacco, rolled by hand. Unlabeled, presented in an open case. It is considered polite and prudent among the superstitious to provide a candle or some other small fire source, as well as an ashtray. A decorated lighter meeting the same standards as other trinkets may also be offered at the same time.

Failure to present an acceptable offering will warrant the god’s wrath.

Tagged by: @maiden-born-in-snow, @windupnamazu & @whitherliliesbloom ( Thank you very much for the tags! )

Tagging: @manawalls, @verdandir, @pearlescent-scales, @coeurlfist, @amurr-reha, @ghostlyfoxangel, @noscean-scholar, @alun-ura, @reshaepocan, @ennochian, @windup-dragoon, @windupzenos, @alinteau, @heathenfrolic, @siyoh-mari, @finalvalor, @mieyun. @thebratcat, @ishgardianblossom, @finalsongxiv, @unmend, @wanderlust-spirits, @menphinasbow, @sati-ffxiv, @house-vexile, @sunnythanalan and anyone else interested!

I thought this was a lot of fun, but I know it’s a bit lengthy, so please do not feel obligated. If I didn’t tag you, please feel free to use me as your tagger - and tag me so I can read yours, please!

#... gently dusts this off #HELLO I LOVE THIS MEME / PROMPT???#with all my heart #this is straight up one of my favorites I made it a wholeass AU #so yes I apologize if there are double tags + no pressure even if no double tags #this is just one of my favorites and I would love to read others :pray:#verse: deity (tag pending)#the amount of headcanons I have for this AU boy LET ME TELL YOU.....#long post #character meme: cyril

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ancientechos · 4 years ago

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Light Sources

Laurelis Thyme

sun rays.

incandescent bulbs.

stardust.

candle flames.

moonbeams.

auroras.

fireworks.

Tagged by: @bolt-from-the-cobalt & @windup-dragoon thank you!

Tagging: @windupnamazu @wysteria-ffxiv @whitherliliesbloom @boostinstargold @longmirror @kitty-candlestick @robyn-sawyer @yshai-tia @under-the-blood-moonlight @ishgard @drachenlance @hadriandemara-ffxiv @heirsofdiscord @zuyoyo-zuyo & anyone else who wants to do this!

Ari and Brig under the cut

Brigid Nystrom

sun rays.

incandescent bulbs.

stardust.

candle flames.

moonbeams.

auroras.

fireworks.

Arianna Rowen

sun rays.

incandescent bulbs.

stardust.

candle flames.

moonbeams.

auroras.

fireworks.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #character meme #laurelis thyme #arianna rowen #brigid nystrom #laurelis #arianna #brigid #cm: of the silver lining #cm: of the golden leaf #cm: the oathkeeper #mine

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starrysnowdrop · 5 years ago

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Oh this is SO CUTE I am legit squealing out loud!!! Ahhh look at my babies!!!

OMG THANK YOU @windup-dragoon!!!!! I’m gonna just look lovingly at them the rest of the evening now.

Also, for the kiss drawing prompts, could I perhaps request Yume x Aymeric O1? If not, that’s perfectly alright.

Valentine’s Kiss Meme: Yume x Aymeric

#source: windup dragoon #my mutuals #valentine kiss meme #ffxiv #ser aymeric de borel #ser aymeric #aymeric de borel #aymeric #aymeric x wol #wol x aymeric #yumeaino #yume aino #aymeric x yume #yume x aymeric #yumeric #otp: your love is winter fire

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candideangel · 4 years ago

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Angelique and Light Sources

sun rays.

incandescent bulbs.

stardust.

candle flames.

moonbeams.

auroras.

fireworks.

Tagged by: @maiden-born-in-snow & @windup-dragoon

Tagging: @grahatiax, @earthlystar, @aroseyetbloomedwrites, @spotofmummery

#light aesthetics #character aesthetics #tagging games

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ancientechos · 5 years ago

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Laurelis Thyme’s Playlist

Character Profile - Music Edition ♪

Believe by Voltaire

My Dearest by supercell (AmaLee Cover)

Two by Sleeping At Last

Organs by Of Monsters and Men

Stand By You by Rachel Platten

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

Safe And Sound by Megan Nicole and Tiffany Alvord

Stand in the Rain by Superchick

Suddenly by Superchick

Pants Off Dance Off by Lovehatehero

Feelings Are Fatal by mxmtoon

The Tower by Vienna Teng

Harbor by Vienna Teng

Drifting by Plumb and Dan Hasseltine

The Last Song by Hilary Duff

Text wall under the cut!

Believe: “I don’t mind you dragging me around as long as I know where you’re taking me”. Laurelis desperately wants to be helpful and useful to those around her. She’s the heart, the martyr, the one with too many emotions to be able to possibly hold them all and the one who believes far too easily and far too much. It’s easy to take advantage of her kindness and her willingness to help and appease others.

My Dearest: “I’m yours”. As the song says, she gives her everything, even her heart and soul, to those she loves, and she won’t let anyone take them away from her.

Two: “I don’t want to talk about myself, tell me where it hurts”. Laurelis’ enneagram is Two (specifically Two with a Three Wing). This song describes her pretty much perfectly -- someone who is determined to help others whilst ignoring her own needs and desires.

Organs: “I take off my face, ‘cause it reminds me how it all went wrong”. She takes the responsibility and blame for everything, and she keeps holding out her hand no matter how many times she gets burnt. She simply doesn’t know how to stop -- even when Laurelis knows she should. She doesn’t know how to stop caring, and she’ll always keep her heart on her sleeve no matter how detrimental it is.

Stand By You: “If your wings are broken, please take mine so yours can open too”. As the title says -- she’ll stand by you, no matter what she has to do or go through. She’ll go through hell for her loved ones and give them every single part of her.

Fight Song: “I might only have one match, but I can make an explosion”. She may be overemotional, she may cry at the drop of a hat, and she may be softhearted -- but that doesn’t make her weak by any means.

Safe And Sound: “You’ll be all right, no one can hurt you now”. The song inspired the first ever stirrings of muse, calling to her motherly and caring nature. It sounds almost like a lullaby; perhaps imagine her singing this to her loved ones as she promises to protect them.

Stand in the Rain: “She won’t make a sound in this fight with herself”. She’s stubborn and overemotional, and keeps pushing forward even when perhaps she shouldn’t, but that brings with it the resilience she needs to stand her ground and fight despite her tears.

Suddenly: “I am where I’m supposed to be”. She’s never truly felt like she belonged anywhere, she’s always secretly felt like a bother and a nuisance to those around her. But at the end of it all, once she’s finally found her place despite all her mental anguish, she finally feels at home -- and she’s a better person for it.

Pants Off Dance Off: Laurelis is extremely accepting and prides herself in being as non-judgmental as she can. She understands she can’t rely on her friends all the time but supports them no matter what, and naively believes in them.

Feelings Are Fatal: “It’s always for you and never for me”. She locks up her negative emotions, refusing to acknowledge them even though subconsciously she knows that it’s unhealthy and constantly urges others to unload their problems onto her. She gives her all for the world while stubbornly denying her own needs.

The Tower: “I need not to need”. Laurelis is determined to take on all the weight on her shoulders, but sometimes it’s simply too much. Despite all her protestation and refusal of assistance, she feels like she’s drowning underneath that burden, and she secretly wants for nothing more than for someone to pull her out.

Harbor: “Sail your sea, meet your storm, all I want is to be your harbor”. She doesn’t seek to control or cage others. All she wants is to be a source of peace, calm, and protection.

Drifting: “I don’t need to understand, I’m just lending you the two [arms] that I have”. Laurelis doesn’t need a reason or clarification to help someone. All she needs to know is that they need her help, and she’ll do it.

The Last Song: “The only one I needed was me”. She gives and she gives and she gives, but -- eventually she’ll realise when she’s not wanted, and she’ll realise there’s no need to throw herself at someone who thinks nothing of her.

+ Bonus Song: I Can Tell by Milky Chance, if you can find it. It’s not on Youtube :C But it’s basically about how, in the worst case scenario, she’ll force herself to put on a bright smile and a happy facade for the sake of others around her as she quietly lets herself erode.

Tagged by: ---

Tagging: @whitherliliesbloom @iona-xiv @windup-dragoon @astralyehga @nihil242 & anyone else!

#ffxiv #character meme #playlist #miqote #laurelis #mine #cm: of the silver lining

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