#wol goes by they/them

[kootiepatra]

When two chronically tired people try to snuggle and read, accidental naps happen.

Oops.

Oh well.

(not pictured, the book that has definitely dropped out of his right hand)

[impossible-rat-babies]

eyrie rarely talking/saying anything to alphinaud until after the bloody banquet and that is to give the boy a dressing down is making me rethink how long it takes for them to get close

[astrxealis]

actually i'll change them to look like this

[fxrtunas]

WEALTH

Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty / verse dependent

Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled  / disadvantaged / non applicable

Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / lower / destitute / unsure / verse dependent

Education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other

Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY

Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent

Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased / it’s complicated

Affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

TRAITS / TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close-minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

BELEIFS

Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious : orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical : yes / no

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

Sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual

Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless

Potential Sexual Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential Romantic Partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

Combat Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none  

Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Other Narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Medicinal Drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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[flowerwept]

ffxiv is the best dress up game i’ve played

[hqmillioncorn]

FFxivWrite: Day fifteen.......Row!

‘Scatter, sway, now flutter, go, rise up to the challenge!’

on the eve before theyre set off to go to old sharlayan cherrypit needs to go and have an important discussion with his toys 

theres only so much room in his and babycorns luggage........

With a stuffed perifool in hand Cherrypit closed the door behind him and walked onto the mansion’s front lawn. It was relatively early in the morning and not a lot of people were awake or even home so he figured this was the best time to do this without risking his dolls (or himself) getting distracted by wanting to play with someone.

Cherrypt jumped up and grabbed onto the windowsill to look into the window that led into the mansion’s entrance. Just as he hoped, Babycorn was still slouched down on one of the seats. Earlier that morning Babycorn told him she was going to practice her weaving so he decided to ask if he could take his toys outside while she did that.

She happily said yes and then the plan was on.

Cherrypit jumped over B’ig Nunh, who was busy lying on the grass. “Good morning Cherrypit!” his good friend greeted him. For some reason B’ig Nunh had been playing dead on the front lawn for hours now. (he did not want to pack)

Cherrypit stopped in his tracks and turned to run back and to give B’ig Nunh a pat on his lovely moogle cap covered head. He moved the two heart shaped poms on his head and watched as they wiggled around. “Good morning! Good morning Big!” After patting his head enough times Cherrypit continued waddling over to where his toys and mammets were waiting for him.

To anyone just passing by (or to B’ig Nunh) it would have seemed like Cherrypit was simply playing with his toys, but the opposite couldn’t be anymore true.

For they were all gathered here to discuss a matter of utmost importance.

Cherrypit set down the perifool on the ground and adjusted it slightly so the weight of its head wouldn’t cause it to topple over backwards. The tendency for the perifools to do that reminded Cherrypit of Coco. So much so that he had started to call some of them Coco. Which did not help Coco’s fear of Cherrypit’s toys.

Cherrypit took his place sitting just outside of the neat little circle he made out of his toys.

“Okay! Who’s going? Who wants to come?”

What Cherrypit meant when he asked that question was which of his toys would be coming with them on their very important trip to Old Sharlayan. Babycorn told him that he could probably only take six toys with him. Meaning he could probably carry three and Babycorn could carry another three.

Cherrypit cried for at least an hour after learning he could only take six toys with him. He wanted to take all of them with him! They were all his friends and he wanted to keep playing with them! He only calmed down when Babycorn assured him that the toys he would leave behind wouldn’t be lonely and he would still be able to talk to them by using Centella’s linkshell, since she would be taking care of them.

(they learned Monita wasn’t the best choice in taking care of them.)

The toys that he had given to his friends as gifts would obviously be staying behind so that was an easy choice. In fact, Cherrypit hadn’t even gathered them here. He already knew they would be fine with the people that loved and cared for them. The dolls he’d hidden in Coco’s, B’ig Nunh’s and Reese’s rooms and also Lupyon were in very good hands.

Meanwhile, all of Cherrypit’s toys that he took care of looked around, unsure of what to do.

Since most of Cherrypit’s toys and mammets were influenced off of his own emotions all of them were feeling just as indecisive as him. They thought to themselves whether they should go or whether they should stay behind and protect their home they had grown to love.

Only a few dolls had actually made up their minds.

‘Yip yip ho! We’re coming with you!’ A Calca and a Brina raised both of their hands and spoke in unison. ‘We’re going! Yip yip ho! Yip yip ho!’ Of course two of them would be going! Cherrypit loved all his toys equally but of course just like any other child he still had favorites he loved to play with. 

It made even more sense when considering the dolls that had decided on going were the original Calca and Brina that Cherrypit first met.

So that was two places taken.  

The third spot would be taken by a stuffed tonberry wildly waving its knife around. The universal indication of saying ‘pick me! pick me! pick me!’ of course.

Cherrypit looked at his hands and counted on his fingers. “One is for belly! Two is for belly! Three is for belly!” It was a fun little way of counting he had unfortunately picked up from the people around him. It was also helping him learn the alphabet! And if it was helping Cherrypit learn things then no one could really complain.

Coco Cocoda could especially not complain.

“Three! Three is for belly!” Cherrypit triumphantly declared. That meant three more toys could still come with him. Which three though…? Well that was still undecided.

Suddenly, Cherrypit felt something land on his head. A wind-up pixie that the pixies of the First had gifted him landed on his head. The wind-up pixie tugged on Cherrypit’s hair tie to get his attention. “You going too?” Cherrypit asked, looking up. He couldn’t really see the wind-up pixie since they were still sitting on top of his head but he could still tell they nodded back.

Right after the pixie, a wind-up chimera slid right up next to Cherrypit and raised its arms in the air. A low sounding hiss came out of its mouth. It probably meant something along the lines of ‘Yeah, sure I’ll come too, why not.’ or something like that.

Cherrypit repeated his counting, looking down at his hands again. “...Four is for belly! Five is for belly!” Now he had five friends coming with him! Which meant they could only take one more!

That’s when, out of nowhere, B’ig Nunh’s hat began to move. “Excuse me?????” B’ig Nunh suddenly stood up from his morning of playing dead on the floor and finally noticed that for some reason his lovely moogle cap had two heart poms on it. That’s when one of the hearts jumped off his hat.

‘Kupo!’

The stuffed Kupka Kupp flew its way over to where Cherrypit and the other toys were. As it turns out, earlier when Cherrypit was busy moving his toys outside it had decided to go ahead and take a nap on top of B’ig Nunh’s hat until everyone else was outside. Cherrypit then seemingly forgot about it.

“Ooooooh. Well I hope you had a nice nap. :)“ B’ig Nunh waved at the moogle flying away then turned to go back inside. Only to remember that Vertical had told him to start packing yesterday, then he decided to run back inside.

“Bye-bye Big! Goodnight!” Cherrypit waved goodbye at B’ig Nunh and caught the flying stuffed Kupka Kupp as it crashed landed in his tiny tiny arms. “Catch! I caught you!!”

‘Kupopo!’ It looked like they wanted to come along too!

Cherrypit gently set them down on the ground and started counting again. All the way from one. Luckily Babycorn’s and Cherrypit’s luggage couldn’t carry more than six because Cherrypit could only count up to fifteen.

“...Six is for Belly!”

Aaaaaaaand that made six!!

“Yay! Yaayy!! Six! We did it!” Cherrypit jumped up and down in excitement. Now he had all the friends he needed to take all the way to Old Sharlayan. He hoped they would be able to stay somewhere nice like back in the First. The bed back there had felt so empty without any stuffed toys on it, but this time it’d be different!

Now all that was left was to pack! And that would be easy peasy!

“Okay! Back inside!” Cherrypit pointed to the front door and then in that instant a wave of dolls and mammets descended upon the mansion. They all ran their way past Babycorn, each of them stopping to say hello to her. “Hey!” Babycorn waved back.

“Remember Cherry, as soon as your toys are back inside we have to start getting ready!” They were all leaving tomorrow so time was of the essence.

“Okay Bebe!”

It looked like everything was gonna turn out okay!

[pippuns]

SINCE YOU ASKED: THAT 83 SOLO DUTY WAS BONKERS! I'm an absolute sucker for stealth missions in non-stealth games and it was wonderfully done on that front - your stats! your skills! I could SEE "Summon Carbuncle" grayed out on my bar and imagined Triss reaching for her magic and only finding the hollows where it used to rest inside her - all the way down to the depictions of your Garlean allies as normal people that you COULD have saved, but not like this. It was so good!

Ace I want you to know that getting this ask propelled me out of my bed like nothing else could. the brain rot for this instance is real.

That solo instance was a goddamn masterpiece and genuinely my favorite in the game, and will probably always be my favorite because I don't think it's possible for the devs to ever top it

I'll drop my own thoughts about it below the cut just to be safe bc huge spoilers (and also. i am not kidding about the brain rot) but they really popped off with that instance holy shit

BUT YEAH I agree with you with the stealth mission!! I'm so glad they've been adding them in EW. I know that they're not everyone's thing but for me at least they're a welcome change of pace even if I suck at them (stares sadly at the Thancred instance where I just ended up killing everything LMAO)

I think the thing that really gets me about this instance is the air of helplessness it has. With every other instance of the game (scion ones included), I was never really worried about the outcome; the wol would always come out on top, but for once wol gets to experience what it's like to be Just A Dude Among Dudes and not a vaguely cryptic force of nature.

A lot of people probably won't like it because of how difficult it is and the lack of direction the instance give you but like. that's where the wol is rn!! they just had their body stolen from them and they're scared bc fucking zenos is about to use it against their friends, and right now they're so fucking weak they don't even have the option to spare people lest they die themself.

I also really like how the instance gives the game a chance to show what Garlemaud really looks like, being infested with tempered imperials and all with victims lining the streets, since they can't do that in the overworld due to game limitations and the fact that they can't change the enemies in a given area (ie. take away tempered imperials after certain story beats).

side note but I like to headcanon at the end Alwynn tries to shield the other imperials huddled behind the magitek with their body only to fail miserably :]

tldr; I really enjoy it bc of how high the stakes are, the hopelessness of it, being able to see the state of Garlemaud as another Garlean, and the sheer fucking flavor of it. man.

Also I really love how you put it with Triss reaching for her magic and then just not being able to that's so fucking cool!! This instance has so much to it the angst potential is unreal

[windup-dragoon]

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[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Yes I know that she is “a villain” and committed “numerous heinous crimes against humanity” but have you considered that maybe she just yearns for the tender caress of another woman? Or that maybe i really want her to step on me and call me a good girl? I thought not, next time, think before you speak!

[art-heap]

THERE ARE RAWS

and tae young is mad

[zwei-rhunen]

Me: happens to glance upon the quest description

Description: "despite his doubt on your ability to fully control the armor's power, he tells you where the last piece can be found anyway"

Wait wait wait

He doesn't have full faith in my ability to hold this wild beast back, but he's still going to go ahead and give me the ultra powerful armor set??

thats like an accidental villain in the making looool

[noxtivagus]

endwalker hfskgjskgks thinking about it again 🫶🏼

[impossible-rat-babies]

bamboozled by the thancred conversation after getting back from the moon and his (thankfully) unfulfilled favor of the WoL where if things are truly well and bleak and that they have to leave this star that they can’t let him make choices to endanger the scions. Even if leaving means Ryne and everyone else in the First will die

[astrxealis]

the character development of so many ffxiv characters mean so much to me :((

[devotedlystrangewizard]

valerian has definitely tried to punch emet-selch at some point. i dont know when. i dont know if he succeeded. i just know he tried

[glass-cannon-kitty]

One more before I go to bed~

I like picking the dialogue options that annoy Emet-selch the most. :3 because as much as he tries to deny that you are anything like Azem, it’s my headcanon that with each shithead response the WoL gives, Emet realizes, with mounting horror…

“…Oh gods save me they’re EXACTLY like Azem.”