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11.02.2024

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Crossings and Double-Crossings

The occasional jarring motion of the transport. The air as it moved past the cabin. The sound of the various fabrics others around him were wearing, or even the materials the transport was made of - during meditation he often allowed himself to focus on any of those sounds to stay present…especially before a mission. Few actions allowed him to focus quite as well. 

Or normally would, if a monotone voice wasn’t there to interrupt and draw his attention away from his focus.

“...and the last known location of the relic we’re after is within the innermost chambers of the ruins.  You’ve been given the most updated map, but that doesn’t mean that there haven’t been changes to the locale since this map was produced…are you listening, mister Tia?” 

Back straight, shoulders stiff, eyes closed - R’zevi could have passed for a statue rather than a living breathing being sitting across from the grouchy-looking midlander who had been droning on for no less than an hour about the location, the relic, the requirements of the state of the relic when it was returned and all the other details of the assignment he had been given. And he’d been attentively listening to every word, as he always did. 

It wasn’t his first go-round. 

An easy exhale left him, as did the tension in his shoulders as he opened his eyes, one corner of his mouth quirking up into an easy half grin. “I was - quite mindfully. And since I’ve reviewed the map several times, like you asked me to do, I’m pretty well informed about what the ruins are supposed to look like. But as you mentioned  about eleven different times during your little presentation - you have no guarantee that they’re actually going to still look like that.”

“I didn’t mention-”

“You did.” He rolled his shoulders, his ears flattening against his head as he stood, taking a moment to roll his shoulders as he gathered his supplies and stepped off of the transport, glancing out into the Thavnairian wilderness. “Now, I’ll expect that you’ll have my payment and transport prepared as agreed upon once I find this relic for your employer.”

“If. We’ll be back here in twelve hours - good luck, mister Tia.” With a wave of the man’s hand, the transport started up again and was on its way, leaving the Miqo’te man to his own devices - and that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes as he shifted his bag on his shoulder. 

“Jackass.”

With a shake of his head pulled the map from his back and turned his attention to the task at hand. He had twelve hours to find whatever it was that was inside these ‘hidden’ ruins that had magically been found in the last year, and if he wanted to get paid…and he wanted to get paid…then that meant he needed to get to it. Especially since things seemed a little too out in the open to be hidden and unless he was completely off base…he knelt tracing what appeared to be the outline of a shoe…it didn’t seem like he was the only one out here.

He slipped the map back into his bag, checking to make sure he had his weapons moving forward – cautious, but steady, his steps slowing as he was ever mindful of his surroundings especially as the entrance to the ruins came into view. 

There could have been a plethora of things this far out from a variety of animals and fiends to even hunters or worse, poachers. The locales knew the area far better than most as this far into the terrain, he could have run into just about anyone.

What was more, what if the tracks were left intentionally?

There was little else to give way that a presence had been within the area or at about what time. Many of the pathways split off or even looked untouched just a few feet outside of the entrance to this old hole in the wall. At first, it looked to be a bit of a worn shaft, perhaps a place for coring out parts of the earth for mining. The scope of the inside walls had not been without rouch carvings and markings, some in Eorzean, some to be an entirely different language that might not have been easily discerned save for a few scratches here and there – likely codes or names of the few halls that stretched inward through the dark covering of the ruins.

Not too far in from the main path, particles of light danced their way through the thick darkness within – easy enough for one to get lost without a torch or any source of proper light. Upon following the illumination, it would eventually bring R’zevi out into the sunlight once more. Ivy and moss scattered the various parts of the circular-like structure, what would have been the cave ceiling and canopy of the ruins had long since crumbled away and there was a gaping mouth that seemed to stretch high, reaching for the clouds above.

An impossible feat to try and scale this size of a mountain or rock without proper climbing gear. Much of the flora and fauna within blossomed and fortified much of the walls and the pillars within the space that remained standing save for the couple that had chips and pieces missing due to some of the collapse.

Overgrown, the sound of the birds outside trickled in and it was easy to sense that for some living creatures, this had become a haven, a little hidden ecosystem all on its own, even with the small swampy water in a ditch nearby that had already seen its fair share of immaculate growth with the way tadpoles and frogs chirped nearby. A system shielded from the outside world.

A place one could easily get lost in, wrapped up into, and perhaps find some safety and solace.

In the center of the room nestled right in the middle of the large, ivy-covered pillars was a stone dias, and upon that was a pedestal. Dusty, partly corroded though perhaps the very thing R’zevi had come all this way for.

Suspicion teased the edges of R’zevi’s consciousness; why would his employer be paying him as much as they were for a relic that was this easy to obtain? His eyes narrowed as his gaze scanned the idyllic setting, ears turning towards the sounds of the birds and then towards the chirping frogs - they didn’t seem bothered by his presence or all that on edge, maybe he was being hypervigilant. 

In another time, another mindset, he would’ve loved to simply explore, to spend a day, to meditate and see what such a locale had to offer - but now was not the time for that and so he pressed onward, one careful step after another, his training as a hunter in the desert taking precedent as he eased forward towards the center platform, that item that was his ticket out of playing errand boy to an yet another entitled noble. 

He let his guard drop for the briefest of moments as he reached the center of the room, believing himself to be safe, head tilting as he assessed what lay in the middle of the platform. “…let’s see what all the fuss was about, hm?”

And safe he was, nothing seemed amiss save for the empty reliquary that sat along the open mouth of the long, rectangular pedestal before R’zevi when he happened upon it. Latch open and whatever device that had been used to seal it closed had been broken – the fragmented runes that were now splintered along the dias below him were symbolic of someone’s mastercraft. Someone had been here before him and that someone certainly had taken their precious time cracking the runic code placed upon the entrapment.

With how untouched most of the location looked, it begged the question of what might have happened had the breaking of the rune failed.

A keen lavender gaze spied from beyond a thicket of overgrown ivy, hair dark as coal and soundless as the Keeper stepped forward. She had laid in wait, surely he had made it within the center room sooner than she anticipated but she had the upper hand at current standing at the pillar’s edge an effortless position in comparison to the Seeker below, iron tip ready to snipe through the air within a hair of a second.

Her pack that was slung over her shoulder held heavy at the small of her back as deeply and safely nestled within was her prize, “Look at the rabbit I caught.” she smirked, voice cool toned but there was a sliver of mirth within the lilt, “I wouldn’t turn around – you might get yer eye poked out. Would be a shame – or your brains painting the ground. Yanno! Whichever way the wind blows in here.”

Fuck. “Not blowing much of any direction, is it?” 

Not even the frogs had given the slightest hint that someone was there, the little bastards. So much for being able to rely on nature. 

R’zevi’s ears flattened against his head, his eyes scanning the area as he quickly tried to determine a safe spot he could realistically access and pinpoint the location of the source of the voice. He wouldn’t be able to find or grab whatever they’d nabbed if he was dead. 

“And that’d be a shame, really - I’ve been told they’re very pretty eyes. Got me booted out of my tribe because the others were jealous of ‘em.  Could come down and have a look for yourself instead of threatening to poke ‘em out. Promise I don’t bite - unless you’re into that sort of thing…” 

“Don't give a shit.” the woman responded swiftly, “For someone being a cunt hair from death, you run your mouth a lot.”

“Don’t I just –…we talkin’ a straight cunt hair or the curly type?” he trailed off, his response half-hearted as his ice blue eyes scanned the vicinity. He needed to keep the voice talking so he could get a better idea of where to move to though his follow-up comment elicited nothing but silence for the time being. He was at a disadvantage and that was painfully obvious, but it wasn’t insurmountable, he just had to get his damn footing.

She certainly wasn't in front of him or at his peripherals, that much was clear but it might have taken him far longer than expected to track that nugget of information.

“The note there, inside.” She spoke again, “ – pick it up and read it.” the belts at her hip jostled and she felt the tug of the piece jingle at her frame.

His ears perked up at the sound of the jingle thinking that might be enough to help him get a decent idea of where the owner of this mystery voice was…before he paused in more than mild irritation. Now she was giving him orders? 

Fine. He could comply. Maliciously.

“Alright, mystery woman.” He took several steps up towards the note inside, as she’d indicated, looking for any reflective surface on the way in - anything that might give him a chance to catch a glimpse of his ‘opponent’ before stopping in front of the aforementioned letter. 

He took his time, tail lazily swinging from side to side behind him as he hummed to himself, fingers tapping the edge of the paper as he appeared to be engrossed in the contents of what was written…but neglected to share it out loud. 

Hook, line, and sinker.

It was long enough of a distraction for the woman to lift her elbow and jostle the leathers behind her and up she went from the harness tied to her – likely not alone and in the process of being hoisted up from the pillar and through the opening crags of the cave above, she chuckled, “Have fun with your companion! You have about 10 seconds! Have some fun for me while you’re at it.”

A hand reached down into the pit where Delain took it all too eagerly with a chuckle and she had been helped out into the beating sun overhead. The stone beneath her feet and even R’zevi’s came to a rumble – something was waking up.

His head snapped up, barely catching a glimpse of the mystery woman as she was pulled from the chamber.

“Gods damn it.” He would have had to be completely oblivious to miss the rumble or to miss the fact that he was alone now in the chamber outside of whatever it was that was causing the ground to shake, and he wasn’t about to wait around to find out exactly what that was. No…he was far more interested in catching up with whoever it was who had the item he was here to find - and who had so far made him out to be a damn fool, which meant getting the hell out of this room and navigating to the top of the ruins unscathed. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” He pulled one of the firearms from its holster as he scrambled down from the platform - the speed he’d developed during all those years training as a monk had to come in handy at some point, right? - and over towards the nearest corridor that looked like it led up and out of the chamber just as the rumbling reached a fever pitch. He did not want to be in the room when it stopped, besides - he had a Keeper to catch and he’d be damned if he’d let her get away.

Perhaps a bit too easy in the grand scheme of things. The ground came to life and earth and bedrock split open as an amalgamation of stone, moss, and ragged particles rose in the form of a golem, the heavy pounding fists hammering down along the path R’zevi had made for, the thunderous crash of stone on stone collided with one another as the cave started to collapse and crumble around them. The heavy maw of the creature roared and the sound echoed throughout the structure as the vibrations only added to the weight of what was transpiring through the ruins.

He stumbled, the ground shuddering and trying to give way under his feet -- the only thing keeping him upright being the balance he’d spent so many years working towards, perfecting. 

‘At least it had proven to be good for something, damn it! ‘

He turned, firing a pair of shots towards the mass of rock lumbering towards him in an attempt to distract it, slow it…anything but there was no avail as bullets from a pistol did very little against solid rock that was bulldozing it’s way towards him. Muttering another curse under his breath, he holstered the weapon and turned focusing on picking up his sprint. 

One fist after another the pounds caught up to the Miqo’te, the golem lumbered down the pathways after him, and what doorways it could not fit through it merely blasted its way through with a massive swing from its rock-laden fists. Debris and shattered bits of earth and rock soared towards the Miqo’te who had been fleeing for his life, likely no bullets would have stopped the mass.

‘Shit!’

He ducked, barely managing to dodge as a particularly large rock went soaring past his head before skidding, gripping the edge of a nearby wall and all but slinging himself around a corner as he shifted directions, yelling skyward. “You know, if you wanted to play there sure as hell were other ways to fucking do that! Swear to fuck when I catch your ass…if I make it out of here..! Damn it!”

A second and third rock soared in his direction – each one he rolled out of the way of just in time before clamoring up a nearby wall, hopping back and forth between two, narrowly avoiding projectiles along the way, cursing under his breath the whole time. It was as he was doing this that he thought he spotted a way out…maybe, and started in that direction – a rock grazing his shoulder in the process. 

“Mother fucker! Cut that shit out, will you?! I don’t have the thing you were watching!!”

Watching? It didn’t have eyes though surprisingly it didn’t have any issue finding out R’zevi’s location. Whether it was instinct, movement, sound, or the surrounding rock around the Miqo’te it was as good of a guess as anyone’s in the moment though there had been far more cursing and yelling than problem-solving or thinking.

The rope snapped and the brunette was pushed off from the side of the hill as the rumbles had continued below the pair. Red hair, tall and striking green eyes – the fellow Miqo’te she had been with that pulled her from the hole below lofted the heavy pouch within his grasp as he loomed over her.

Delain winced, hand at her ribcage where she had taken a blow from the rocks below. No way this guy just two-timed her! “Jax, stop fucking around. This isn’t fucking funny.”

“Perhaps not for you, this was too much of a cash-in to pass up. Fine by me if you die out here, I’ll take my claim the moment I get back.” he hopped twice from his perch, found her bow, and shouldered it along with the leather pouch that contained the relic within, “Fun tricks you play and it favors me in the end. See you around kid, or not, whichever.”

“You can’t leave me here to fucking die JAX WE’VE DONE THIS FOR YEARS TOGETHER! We were partners!”

“I have something worth millions of gil in my pocket that says otherwise, sweetheart. You’ve been a huge help.” a boyish grin, handsome even as he placed his hands together and bowed in her direction before turning to run off.

The ground below her rumbled again which only exacerbated the pain in her side. Finally, she hoisted herself along her elbow and palm trying to readjust her weight and find some footing. Still, it was far too much to hope for when the ground beneath her shifted violently and in a cloud of dust and debris the ruins and cave in which everything had been interconnected began to collapse and the Keeper woman had been swallowed whole by the Thavnarian particles.

R’zevi paused in his frantic scrambling to get away from the golem that had been in constant pursuit, feeling the ground shift yet again. 

What now??

Anything that could go wrong had, and the Seeker at the very least had the good sense to find some sense of shelter, curling up and bracing, hearing the stomping of the golem as it passed by for only a moment as everything collapsed around him. 

Curled up as he had been, he managed to negate a majority of the collapse, sputtering as he pulling himself up out of the water he’d splashed down into. He blinked, eyes adjusting as he wiped water away from his face, and dragged himself up to the bank, trying to figure out just where the fuck he was. 

The shaking had stopped, and he didn’t hear the golem…so that was something, but his belongings were soaked, which meant his map was useless. 

“…come on Zevi, think…” he took a moment, shaking off his clothes as his eyes narrowed towards a form not terribly far off in the distance, apparently also swallowed by the collapse.

A cacophony of coughs rang out and the sound of slow-falling rocks tumbled forth as the female Miqo’te hauled herself out of the gunk and rubble. The tumble of pebbles and shards piercing into palms and knees as she cried out and dragged herself from the mess that pinned her.

In hindsight, it was her own damn fault for the shit she and Jax pulled but how was she to know that she would have been two-timed?

“Useless shite…” Delain hissed and she wobbled to her feet, patting herself down to check for her daggers. At least she had those despite Jax thinking he left her entirely unarmed. What was more? – she was wounded.

She hadn’t forgotten about the sharp pain in her ribs – oh no – every breath was keen to remind her quickly just how much she was paying for her misdeeds now. A day's walk, maybe two would have gotten her easily to the next small settlement, surely they’d have necessities there to tide her over. 

The small water skin to her side is what she searched for only to find part of it hanging from her belt, the bottom half likely ripped apart in the collapse. Muttering something under her breath in huntspeak she yanked the piece from her waist and tossed it to the dirt.

To hells with this place already.

“Looked like a nasty tumble. Take it that friend of yours didn’t hang around to help you out, huh?”

R’zevi slowly moved in the direction of the ‘mystery woman’, ears turned in her direction as his gaze critically assessed her - she’d already gotten the jump on him once today, he’d prefer not to let it happen again if he could help it. 

“So since we’re both stuck here, you got a name, or would you prefer to continue to go by ‘mystery woman’? I’m R’zevi, for the sake of a fair exchange.”

He didn’t reach for his weapon yet, simply approaching slowly and cautiously, keeping a careful eye on her - he pulled an extra waterskin from his bag and tossed it over towards her as he noticed her torn one being tossed aside. 

The moment he approached the dagger at her side within the fastest reach had been pulled and the blade was side-pointed in his direction, Delain’s lavender gaze pinned to him in caution. There was danger within her circle, that much was obvious.

She was silent for a long few moments as she ticked her gaze to the waterskin briefly, ‘How convenient.” she huffed and she made no attempt to give her name nor to reach for the waterskin. There was no time to stop and chat, not that she cared to. There were bigger things to worry about.

Like getting to a settlement, any settlement and to get patched up and be on her way. To find her relic, the very same she had worked hard to guide herself and Jax towards.

That little shit wouldn’t have had a chance if she had not been with him – lucky him for using her trust in him against her.

Delain rolled her eyes and the dagger dropped to her side, this R’zevi talked far too much for her to think of anything else other than a medic for the time being. Her boots scuffed and she began to walk away, the dry dust of the ruin remains and arid ground kicking up lightly in her wake.

An irritated chuckle left him as he gathered up the ignored waterskin, slipping it back into his bag once more before turning to jog up ahead of her, hold his hands out to try and pause her progress and get her attention for a moment.

It wasn’t that he was concerned - the woman had just sent him scampering for his life with nary a care in the fucking world about it - but he didn’t feel right about just letting her wander off injured as she was. 

“Look, mystery woman. You don’t like me, I don’t like you. But since we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere with each other would it not be beneficial to wander together until we get somewhere to find transit and then we can go our separate ways? I pull any tricks, you stab me. You pull any tricks, I shoot you. Win-win, no? Or would you prefer to take on whatever you find out there on your own after that tumble you took?”

Delain stopped walking as this man was oddly persistent – still talking a lot. She simply stared at him as he spoke and there was an exacerbated sigh that left her, “I’ve been in worse situations before, I’d take my chances alone. Before long something is going to come along and snatch you up.” She paused again briefly and loomed forward, “Because you talk too damn much.”

R’zevi’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t the one wandering around injured, but sure - he was the one who was going to be snatched up. 

Feeling charitable wasn’t something within her wheelhouse but having the extra body wouldn’t have gone amiss. She sighed again and motioned for the semi-covered path, “Fuckin’ come on then.” she muttered. He needed her more than she needed him it seemed, by the sounds of it the lad had absolutely no idea where they were, whereas Delain….well, she had a pretty good idea having been in the general area before.

One ear flattened against the top of his head, his tail giving an agitated flick as he stepped to the side and motioned forward as if to say ‘after you’ falling in step beside her. His gaze rested on her for a brief moment before shifting to their surroundings. How the hell was one supposed to communicate with a stranger if one didn’t talk - but if she didn’t want him to talk, then that was fine. He wouldn’t talk - he’d just focus on taking in the details of the area and being mindful of their surroundings…just in case he ever had to return to the gods-forsaken area. 

Collab writing with @lavender-fields-xiv

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Blog Roll

Been a hot minute since I did one of these so thought it might be a good time to give an updated lineup of the idiots.

WoW

On the left we have @amorthonblackwood (art by @nipuni ) - awkward turtle previously disguised as a ranger, Amorthon is spending most of his time these days at home with Nyllae and their daughter Razilee (who is keeping them both fairly busy). Still, you might be able to find him and his tigers, Cibor and Savage, around from time to time.

On the right is @raxwel-blythe (art by @art-zoratrix) - resident perceptive smartass, part investigator, part information broker, and a whole lot of sass. Raxwel has been keeping to himself and a handful of friends recently, but can still occasionally be found in Stormwind.

(I haven't been IN game much to RP recently - but both of these boys are open to new interactions either via Tumblr or Discord)

FFXIV

(From left to right)

@osric-slater-ffxiv - Osric spent a majority of the last several years moving from mercenary company to mercenary company before joining the Ashen Wolves. When he's not actively seeing to business for the Wolves he can be found at his family home in Ishgard. Quiet and a bit broody - there's nothing he wouldn't do for those that are important to him, though recent years have taught him to keep that list very short.

@rzevi-tia-ffxiv - R'zevi is currently on hiatus as he's being revamped.

@ricard-blythe-ffxiv - Information broker with a devil-may-care attitude, Ricard enjoys playing the game. Always eager to learn more about what makes people tick - his curiosity is both a strength and a weakness. It's earned him a fair amount of gil, and caused him no shortage of headaches (and heartache) along the way.

All the FFXIV boys are available here on Tumblr, in-game (though that's a bit hit and miss), or on Discord.

Finally, for non-roleplay shenanigans my OOC blog can be found here: @what-the-frickk

Follows come from @amorthonblackwood

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DWC - August 2022 - Day 6 - Rot

He had heard the arguments, those who would defend the traditions of the tribes or try to tell him why things must remain the way they were. 

A load of chocobo shit, all of it. 

He’d tried…to give them the benefit of the doubt, to hope that maybe it was just the tribe he’d come from that was so extreme and that others would be different. 

Instead, the longer he was away the more he was convinced that the whole system should be left to rot. 

No one should be left feeling as though they were expendable, no child to have to watch their father be cut down in front of them and then be treated as worse than second rate. 

No tradition was worth that.

@daily-writing-challenge

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The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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character relationships and giving your RP partner a chance.

It’s really sad when people think just because you see the potential for a romantic/sexual ship between your characters that it’s all you want from them. I only wanna write things we’re both interested in, I’m not interested in forcing anything on you. Just because I’d be happy to ship with you doesn’t mean if you’re not interested that I won’t still want to write with you? That’s just one idea, there are always so many other kinds of dynamics we could pursue between our muses. Romantic/sexual ships are not everything.

I never want you to be untrue to your character and their feelings for my ‘benefit’.

I will never be untrue to my character and their feelings for your ‘benefit’.

If you’re not comfortable with the plot, I don’t want to do the plot.

The exciting part of roleplaying is writing complex relationships with all of you! I’m interested in your character because of their feelings and opinions, not in spite of them. I love when characters disagree, I love unrequited feelings, I love when two characters loathe each other, I love to explore realistic relationships with individual flaws and strengths based off of our muses’ personalities and histories. I’m never expecting your muse to respond to mine in a specific way, I live to be surprised by other people’s characters, and I would hope my RP partners feel the same way about mine! That’s what collaborative writing is all about.

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DWC - May 2022 - Day 6 - Kindness

His siblings…well, his half-siblings…had always said it was doing him a disservice, being ‘kind’ and that they were actually ‘toughening’ him up by treating him the way that they did. The endless teasing, never a moment to himself, the harassment - all to ‘make him better’. A bigger load of chocobo shit he’d never heard.

In the years after he left, he made a promise to himself - to be kind to those he came across…because he never wanted anyone to feel the way he had as a child.

No one deserved that.

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42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

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Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

silent fury

sunbathing

falling

righteous

drastic

candles

too loud

overgrown

trembling hands

in dreams

empty

flinders

sea change

alone, finally

collapse

nap

sated

tender

senseless

how dare [you]

hide

something about [them]

sweat

harsh whisper

breeze

dust motes

saccharine

bauble

filthy

total control

defy

soak

accursed

pet

comfort food

savior

undone

cheap

svelte

shimmer

crave

rampage

nightfall

accost

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𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

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My muse will be accepting 10 personal questions. All answered with 100% honesty.

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My muse will be accepting 10 personal questions. All answered with 100% honesty.