#AND THE CHOCOBO IS ALSO :D !

[candycryptids]

"I'm so happy to see you again HI YEIN!!!!!"

@iron-sparrow did this gorgeous photo-set of Yein and Tangy and I'm still kicking my feet and giggling... THE FULL ON FACE BONK!!!! I can hear the turbo purr and them laughing in my minds theater all the little details are so !!!!!!! The biggest hug... ; A ; !!!!!

[rottenpumpkin13]

Life finds a way? No.

Strife finds a way. :)

 

 

(This is absolutely about Cloud being able to handle damn near anything with the tenacity of a Nibel Wolf and squirmy-cleverness of a baby chocobo that has — or thinks it has — been d e p r i v e d. Also, puns.)

Sephiroth: The enemy is down this hill. However, we cannot bypass it without a proper distraction to divert their attention.

Cloud: I'm way ahead of you.

Zack: Aw, yeah! Do you have some cool trick you learned in Nibelheim? Like a stealth move or some crazy sword technique? C'mon, Cloud, show us what you've got!

*Cloud calmly kicks Zack down the hill*

Sephiroth:

Cloud:

*Sephiroth nervously shuffles away*

[ryunumber]

Aya Brea from Parasite Eve

Possible connections available if needed

Aya Brea has a Ryu Number of 2.

(explanation below)

Both Aya and Cloud are secret characters in Chocobo Racing that require hovering your cursor over Squall in character select; the name changes if you make the correct input.

This does mean that, unlike Cloud, you never technically see Aya, but in the context of a police car in a racing game from Square that also features Jack from 3-D WorldRunner, you'd be hard pressed to argue that it could be a different Aya.

[mae-the-gay-nerd]

Did you know that a group of chocobos is called a cuddle. Also the fat chocobo (chonkobo) is the G O D of chocobos?

Thank you for bringing that to my attention in the discord @weregreatatcrime

[little-robin-h00d]

Happy Halloween! :D a Halloween Town Ienzo for your viewing pleasure!

I was able to do art for the first time in years recently, and I absolutely WENT OFF! The muses put me in a headlock and didn't let me go until they were satisfied, so this boi got done just in time for Halloween!

The amount of detail i put into this guy is INSANE! But the glazing and light filters messed up the small details that were only really visible anyway at 800% zoom, so i'll be including those under the cut.

Embroidery

Almost every embroidered symbol is unique, only mirrored on the other side of the coat. From top to bottom: the Nobody symbol, the Heartless symbol, a symbol found in the old mansion in Traverse down combining the fleur-de-lis heart and a crown, the symbol of Ansem the Wise, the Kingdom Hearts symbol, a stylized rose, an eight pointed star, the player pin from The World Ends With you and the one from the sequel, a symbol found in Scala ad Caelum, a rounded star, a book, scales of justice, a beaker, Sephiroth's symbol with the wing inside the meteor, Shinra's logo, the buster sword from Final Fantasy 7, a chocobo, a cactuar, a moogle, fleur-de-lis, Red XIII, the Unversed symbol, Nobody symbol, Heartless symbol, Kingdom Hearts symbol, Roxas’ symbol, Eraqus’ symbol, numbers 1-14 in roman numerals.

The general mirroring stops here, and the symbols on the right are: a sun, moon, pentacle, meteor, hidden Mickey/lucky emblem, demon and angel wings on a heartless symbol representing Riku, sea salt ice cream and a thalassa shell for Xion, and Roxas’ symbol and a cut-off Oathkeeper keyblade.

On the inside of the coat’s embroidery are funny easter eggs to fill out the space because I ran out of ideas, from right to left: Sans, Loss.jpg, Amogus, Anarchy symbol, the cool S, the symbol for pi, Bill Cipher, Kirby, Ali from “Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun”, Elmo, a rat, a bat, the Palestinian flag and a watermelon (free Palestine!), two band-aids, the Pokémon type symbols for ghost psychic and dark-types, and the Genshin Impact element icons in order as they appear on the loading screen.

The text inside the Lexicon reads…

Page 1:

Once upon a time, a young boy became a prince. However, this story is not a fairytale…

This is a tragedy.

[This is the story of] Radiant Garden, and the [events that led to its] fall. It all began with [a man with amnesia, and a] series of experiments [by the apprentices of Ansem the Wise,] students of the Heart. [The amnesiac man, only remembering his name was Xehanort, was taken in by] Master Ansem.

… it is unclear when … point of no return.

Page 2: Little Ienzo rarely spoke, but [that certainly didn’t mean he] didn’t understand. The edge of the book reads: see every atrocity, hear every rumor, never shut up.

The rest is illegible.

Page 3: … Heartless because Xehanort had… body…

Page 4: Ignis Fatuus: fool’s fire, will-o-wisp. … illusion, delusion.

There is also text on all of the floating pages!

First floating page:

Design (and art) By: Little Robin Hood 1 Halloween Town Ienzo Wizard/Blue Mage + Will-O-Wisp Fanart encouraged, but please credit [the design]! I have lost so much sleep over this boi… Record: 22 hours awake TToTT

Second floating page:

I hereby relinquish my heart to Xehanort. In order to [successfully] achieve the goals of Organization XIII, I shall be given the number VI, and the title of Cloaked Schemer. I shall apprentice under lord Xemnas directly, and pledge loyalty to the Superior of the In-between. I shall don the cloak and a new name, and act as the Superior’s eyes and ears. None shall be above Xemnas, and my loyalty shall be his alone. Until our goals are finally achieved, my name shall be…

X Zexion

Third floating page: an abridged short version of the “Fresh Prince” theme song

Fourth floating page: T’was the Nightmare before Christmas And all through the streets, every monster was preparing for next Halloween! But good ol Jack had another idea - why not invite Sora and friends? And thus, Ienzo let his magic work, now ready for fun and festive fright! What fun forms might his friends take..?

Fifth floating page: dictionary definition of Wizard and its etymology

[ahollowgrave]

-- Odette Hollows [B A S I C S]

B A S I C S

Name: Odette Hollows Nicknames: None commonly used. Yein calls her their ‘Moonlit Friend’ and Marlow refers to her by title; Sister. I don’t know if any of these are ‘nicknames.’ Age: Early Twenties Nameday: 9th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon Race: Mostly Hyur; technically Ashkin. Gender: CIS Female Orientation: Demi Lesbian Profession: Nun Errant, Psychopomp, Shepherd

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Strands of spun moonlight are cropped just past her jawline; styled with a few braids with occasional charms or ribbons woven throughout. Likely her most recognizable feature. In dark enough settings, it can shed low light.   Eyes: Like frozen pools; her right eye is a sharp blue, and her left is a clear lavender.  Skin: Ghostly pale, dotted with occasional beauty marks.  Tattoos/scars: Graced with stretch marks but beyond that no notable scars. 

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to her, deceased. Perfectly nice people who, through no fault of their own, died. Siblings: N/A Grandparents: Unknown to her, deceased. Also perfectly nice people.  In-laws and Other: A great-many-times-over Aunt named Odile. A not-so-nice person.  Pets: Rou, a large Karakul who often travels with Odette. Three ewes: Pomme, Poire, and Peche.

S K I L L S

Abilities: - Odette is a beacon to lost souls, ghosts, and spirits. They flock to her and under the umbrella of her influence their forms are altered into that of moths. They cling to her, calling for aid which she lends as best she can. Odette is a psychopomp, she guides the dead without judgment. She can see, hear, and otherwise interact with these lost and stuck souls. She has a custom job fusion of WHM (Conjury)/PLD.

- A strong defensive fighter, Odette prefers her shield and conjurer’s cane to the sword that hangs at her side. She wields her shield well, trusting in it fully to keep herself and her loved ones safe. When she plants her cane, the river rises. 

- Kulning is an ancient form of herding calls used over long distances. Odette learned the skill in her youth and uses it still, calling in her small flock of Karakul at her home. Is this important enough to put here? Probably not, it’s just an additional fun fact! For you!

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, knitting (badly), and exploration. She also plays piano and harp.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: The warmth of her personality, her willingness to meet and love people as they are and as they change. Her curiosity about the people around her.  Most Negative Trait: Her inability to trust herself, her eagerness to trust others above herself. People don’t care for the stealing, either.

L I K E S

Colors: Blues, Purples, Silver, and a pop of red.  Smells: Rich, damp soil; Cedar; sun-ripened peaches; sweet, warm vanilla. Textures: The warmth of hand-spun wool, wood worn smooth with use, the delicate touch of petals against skin. Drinks: Hot chocolate with marshmallows and butterscotch, lemonade infused with different fruits and flowers. 

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not cigarettes. Drinks: No.  Drugs: Yes, pretty heavily. She cannot sleep so she takes drugs to sort of  ‘float’ in a resting state. It doesn’t work but it is better than nothing.  Mount Issuance: Odette is not insured to ride anything. She walks most places, or takes ferries and airships where she can. She owns a Chocobo, named Beauty, who was gifted to her by her friend None. Most of the time if she is riding, she rides Rou, her most loyal Karakul.  Been Arrested: No, but she should have been.

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[absolem0]

. B A S I C S ∙ ✦

Name: Sol Adventus Nicknames: none Age: 26 Nameday: 7th Sun of the 3d Umbral Moon Race: Raen Au ra Gender: Male Orientation: tbd Profession: Warrior of Light

. P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S ∙ ✦

Hair: off white since the end of Shb (dark purple/blue, almost black before) Eyes: Odd eyes due to light corruption- left eye dark teal, right eye light teal. White limbal rings, white pupils. Skin: brown Tattoos/scars: light corruption marks all over, one scar down the chest on the left side Addition: Unusually long tail from birth, only got longer in Shb

. F A M I L Y ∙ ✦

Parents: Raen father from Thavnair (dead), Raen mother from Kugane (alive) Siblings: Older sister (dead), younger brother (missing) Grandparents: grandmother on mother's side, both grandparents on father's side In-laws and Other: None Pets: only his chocobo Eshu Addition: almost always accompanied by Midgarsormr (not the big one, the little one). Since EW - by blue starbird and "mount" Arion.

. S K I L L S∙ ✦

Abilities: Archer, naturally evolved into Bard. Is proficient White Mage. Over expansions gets experience (willingly or not) with other classes and can be reluctantly considered an "all rounder". Bard and White Mage being his only main jobs. Has a high affinity to wind aspected aether. Hobbies: Fishing, hunting, carpentry, poisons, aetherology.

. T R A I T S ∙ ✦

Most Positive Trait: Reliable, protective Most Negative Trait: Avoids emotional conflict (sometimes even physically)

. L I K E S ∙ ✦

Colors: Black, white, light blue, green Smells: ripe fruits, "forest" smells, the smell of "cold snowy weather in the morning", warm wood that has been on sun. Textures: cool touch of the blade of his dagger, feathers, thick but soft fabric, paper. Drinks: Tea, juice, likes trying out new (non alcoholic) drinks wherever he goes.

. O T H E R    D E T A I L S ∙ ✦

Smokes: Never tried Drinks: Prefers heavy drinks, but in measured amount. Doesn't get drunk easy, and rarely feels relaxed enough to. Drugs: Had some hand in hallucinogenic poisons, but was quickly dissuaded from venturing deeper into that territory. Mount Issuance: Eshu, grey colored chocobo. Has enough experience to help out in any battle, enjoys chasing small critters. Been Arrested: By all laws of Gridania he should have been arrested for illegal hunting, but somehow never was. And afterwards who would be arresting a Warrior of Light.

Tagged by @nights-at-crystarium :D Tagging @shirtlesslizard @ksilberne @shavothehusky if you're feeling up to it :3. And also I am tagging my every ffxiv follower who sees this post, feel free to do it!

[umbralstars]

Cloud for the hcs game?

Yessss my favorite wolfy guy~ Headcanon A: 

Cloud loves taking photos! He doesn't consider himself the most photogenic guy, but he does need a hobby and photography makes him pretty happy. He carries a camera with him while out on deliveries so he can take pictures of vistas he finds beautiful. Reeve does pass him a little bit of extra gil to take more than one so he can track the progress of different regions over time. Cloud complains that Reeve's a friend so he doesn't mind taking the extra photos...but he can never say no to a little bit of gil.

Headcanon B:

Cloud can actually talk to chocobos. Not literally mind you, but he's so in-tune with the birds he understands what they're thinking or feeling. Sometimes he uses this power for good, other times he bullshits things and causes problems on purpose.

Headcanon C:

Cloud has a journal where he houses keepsakes and writes out his thoughts on things. Tifa got it for him sometime after the og game and he used it sparingly before Advent Children where afterwards it became habit. He has design notes for the Fusion Sword and Fenrir in there. Addresses and delivery items to keep himself on track with his job. Notes on Avalanche so he can remember what they like for birthdays and other holidays. He has pictures from his adventures in there. The ones he took of and with Aerith in Cosmo Canyon. Landscape shots from the ones he helped Snaps get; a lot of them have his friends in the background. At least one of Marlene and Denzel's birthday photos. The photo they all took after Advent Day. A photo from Yule. etc etc. He wishes he had any of his mother or Zack. The main reason he has it is because he really worries about forgetting things again. And sometimes it helps to ground him if he's spiraling or in the throws of an episode. There are some pages with haphazard scrawl all over them--some about him trying to untangle himself from Zack and Sephiroth's memories, others written out in paranoia bouts. A few with notes about biological science and then pages down a long rambling note about how he can't figure out how to heal Denzel with black smudges covering the page. The entire journal is written in Nibelig, so have fun trying to snoop on it unless you can read the language and Cloud's shorthand. He can also tie new pages in if he starts to run out of space, and he's got some stored in his room.

Headcanon D:

Cloud speaks multiple languages!! He can speak, read, and write in at least two fluently; those being Junonic and Nibelig. While his head was messed up, he had a harder time with his native tongue Nibelig but he never did lose it. Junonic is the common tongue of the world because of the influence of the Republic pre-Shinra times, and Shinra has use of this language as official company policy (I have a whole diatribe about languages in FF7's world but not now), but Cloud did not speak it at a fluent level until he enlisted in the army and was forced to fluency quickly. He has a bit of an accent. It's different from Tifa's cause she speaks Nibelheim's dialect of Junonic and learned a little bit of Nibelig from her mom and Cloud over time. Cid and him actually get along pretty well cause they both speak Nibelig (albeit drastically different dialect, there's enough mutual intelligibility that they got each other) and can talk shit where no one else can understand. Cloud's been teaching Tifa, Barret, Marlene, and Denzel how to speak it and the rest of Avalanche participates when they can (Nanaki and Yuffie harp on him to learn the Canyon's tongue and Wutanian too) Cloud also knows a little Kamul Gongaga from Zack's memories, but it's entirely functional not fluency.

[medi-melancholy]

well-traveled, yes, swagger, don't know about that

why's this guy's quest descriptions trying to rizz me up

yknow what? sure. i can breathe fire. of course i can

.......adventure-man...............

that much is true. i am also a man who is fearless and can breathe fire

well, gridania is kinda home by now... especially with the waking sands gone...

No.

the way i audibly went WE'VE GOT WYVERNS (shoutout to any fellow fgo players reading my saga)

but hey, fun fight, day's saved

thank you. you WERE looking very closely. also don't forget that i can breathe fire

C U R S E D

yes. please. Please. let me in.

don't.... don't ask about how rich i may or may not be. it's a long story

i now have people who want me dead in every nation i've been to and even some i haven't. anjyu is Thrilled

yes. sure. i am fearless and i breathe fire

also don't you give me da:i flashbacks, sir. anjyu does not need that whole new brand of stress.

(the various manors and forts and such in the highlands do remind me of skyhold, though, i must say)

small.

the royal rat authority?? again????

get in line

.....................now's not the time for anjyu to have another crisis of the self, he's just gonna help you, ok

he doesn't... really..... quite care for that phrasing

HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE IN THE WORLD????? what is the rat monarchy situation???

t.......thanks.......???

mostly it's just that. he can't say no.

......yeah you got a point. off i go

yeah. off i go 😔

thank you! exactly what we needed right now! thinking about dead chocobos ;_;

respectable, man

anjyu, bare-armed, in cropped shirt, fingerless gloves, and metal jewelry, numb to the world: "it's not that bad honestly"

it was around this point in the msq where i felt myself catching on to what was possibly afoot with the inquisitor and was quite engaged/impressed with the unfolding plot

lo and behold,

called it.

[oneiroy]

Ryssrael Waenwyn

B A S I C S

Name: Ryssrael Waenwyn

Nicknames: Ryss (for all her friends), and a few pet names for Fornax only (like sunshine or captain)

Age: 26-32 (ARR>EW)

Nameday: 1st Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Sea Wolf Roegadyn

Gender: Butch

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Warrior of Light (for non-WoL AU: either mercenary / freelancer or pirate)

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Black, ranging from short to shaved, always messy (well, unless it's shaved. but still messy in spirit vjkfnvjsdf)

Eyes: Rich brown that almost looks reddish

Skin: Green pulling towards yellow (yes technically green... the shaders never do it justice though. i need to come up with a fix that doesn't mess the rest of the coloring)

Tattoos/scars: A wide variety of scars all over her body, with a higher concentration on her left arm. A small red tattoo under her right eye.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unnamed sea wolves, former dockworkers, who she is not in contact with anymore. Probably still alive somewhere in Limsa.

Siblings: She would say that the friends she grew up with are her siblings. Swynfyr, Servan and R'osen, three adoptive brothers.

Grandparents: I didn't get that far tbh

In-laws and Other: Uhhh yeah idk. Most of her blood family isn't that relevant to her current story tbh. But! Other, spouse: Fornax :)

Pets: No pets, she doesn't feel like her lifestyle is compatible with that.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Fighting with pole and axe-based weapons of all kinds. She is very athletic and maintains her body as strong as it can be. She also pulls from her inner rage, or from the strength Midgardsormr grants her, depending on the situation.

Hobbies: Hiking, swimming, fishing, training. Cooking, but mostly eating good foods.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her contagious confidence

Most Negative Trait: Her impulsiveness paired with the fact that she's quick to anger

L I K E S

Colors: Black, green, red

Smells: Ocean breeze, blood and metal, rain, broth

Textures: Worn leather, calloused hands, wood bleached by the sea and warmed by the sun

Drinks: Beer, rhum, water

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Sometimes but not often, only if offered.

Drinks: Often in good company. She can drink a lot before being visibly affected by it.

Drugs: Recreationally but not regularly

Mount Issuance: She still has her black chocobo! But when it's not conveniently around, she often goes on foot or hitch a ride.

Been Arrested: So many times when she was young. She stole a lot, and got in trouble for doing "jobs" for less than reputable folks. Now less, in part because she's less struggling with gil, but also in part because she got better at it.

Tagged by: @hazelkjt, thanks!

Tagging: @elliewiltarwyn, @viiioca, @necro-man-sir, @chadhunkler, @fantasmagoriam, @elf-simp, @sealrock, and you if you want to do it!

[sleepymoonlady]

The Rising

I decided I want to introduce Rose's party from before the calamity, and what better way to do that than! Angst!!! :D

Heads-up: content/trigger warning for alcohol/substance abuse, as well as for death (mentioned). Also one of the shots accompanying it is a bit risque (no nudity or anything, but yeah).

Yeah.

I cried editing this so. Yeah :D

Fireworks erupted over Ul’dah, painting the night sky with a bright palette of new stars. The Rising had come again, and the realm had once again gathered to pay its respects to all those who had lost their lives in the Seventh Umbral Calamity.

It was a festival of reflection, of survival and memory. One that Vermilion Rose, who had seen Bahamut tear Carteneau asunder with her own eyes, was all too familiar with. And one that rarely saw her in a good mood. Not for lack of appreciation–she was glad people had the chance to remember the fallen. But that day–surviving that day–still weighed heavily on her.

So it was that she found herself in the Quicksand, staring into the bottom of a glass of whiskey. Remembering those who were not lucky enough to survive. Chiefly among them, of course, were her fellow adventurers from the Path of the Twelve–four comrades who had become family to her. Her first party. Her companions in the Path. Her fellow Warriors of Light.

The half-elezen brought the glass to her lips, hoping to chase away the thoughts of her late comrades with its contents. A familiar burn as it went down–though she was in no place to consider its flavor. The *thunk* of the glass faintly echoed through the busy tavern as Rose motioned for a new glass. A sigh passed her lips. Like it or not, it seemed the Rising was indeed a time for reflection. It would take more than that to push those thoughts away.

She remembered the party’s warrior–Mive’to Rugnaa.

Born in the Shroud but grew up in Limsa, and he knew that place like the back of his hand. It seemed he knew everyone there, every hawker and fisherman, every cook at the Bismark and every member of the Bloody Executioners. And somehow, he had very few enemies among them. That spoke to something about him–even among rivals, he would have friends. He was brash, rude, and loud-mouthed, sure. But he had a sort of undeniable charm to him–the sort of fellow you’d get into a bar brawl with, yes, but the sort who’d buy you a round afterward and compliment your haymaker. Easy to get mad at, but impossible to stay mad at–unless you’re the Arcanist’s Guild, apparently. Rose still wasn’t quite sure why he wasn’t allowed within 100 fulms of the guild… partially because he’d give a different answer each time he was asked, each more ridiculous than the last. A shame they all had to be lies, because what she wouldn’t give to see a chocobo-sized carbuncle. 

In any case, he was a good friend. He and Rose had fought back-to-back more times than she could count. The party’s shields, they were–between the two of them, trying to get through to the rest of the party was like trying to batter down a brick wall with your fists. Spending most of his teenage years as crew on a pirate vessel certainly toughened the young man up; he could laugh off hits that, to most other people, would have been fatal. All the funnier, then, that one of the things that came the closest to doing him in was a bloody doll. Well, it was illness, but the doll was an important part.

Rose remembered like it was yesterday–she and Mive’to were walking along Limsa Lominsa’s docks during the winter. The seawater had become a briny slush by that time, and snow was falling around them. She had just finished repairing his axe–he had brought it to the Blacksmith’s Guild for repairs, and had gotten quite an earful for denting the head as badly as he did. He was still getting one–laughing it off, mind. But Rose wasn’t about to let him live down denting her baby, the axe she forged for him as a GIFT, by trying to break a bloody BOULDER with it. She was telling him just where that boulder would end up if he tried that again, when a shrill cry cut her off. The adventurers turned to see a hyuran child who couldn’t have seen more than seven winters, being consoled by their parents. In the churning waters just below them, they spotted what looked like a doll, just for a second, before it went under the surface.

Rose still remembers how quickly Mive’to lept into action. He thrust his axe back into Rose’s hands and, before she could question him, dove straight into the freezing harbor after the fallen doll. He surfaced a few moments later, sopping wet doll in hand, and clambered his way back onto the docks, handing the child his prize. He fell ill almost immediately after, but he didn’t regret it for a moment. Spent a full moon hacking and wheezing, but he’d do it again. Stupid, big-hearted bastard. Never did put any stock in his own safety. Maybe if he had…

Another glass, now empty, thunked into the bar, as Rose signalled for a third.

Ingrid wasn’t there that day, but she never did let Mive’to live that down. Promised to compose an epic ballad about his battle against the doll. Ingrid–that is, Ingrid Steele, Ala Mhigan refugee and the party’s resident bard–always was ready with a joke, jab, or quip. \

Her wit was the only thing faster and sharper than the arrows she peppered the party’s foes with. She was one of the best shots that the Archer’s Guild had seen–which, along with her rapier wit and open critique of Gridania’s treatment of “outsiders,” made her plenty of enemies among Gridania’s more conservative elements. Still, none of them could deny her skill, and her bow proved crucial to the realm on more than one occasion.

Between her flamboyant nature, plentiful japes, and the bawdy songs she was fond of singing (much to the shock and horror of some–which amused her to no end), it would be easy to assume that Ingrid didn’t take much of anything seriously. That the wry smile she wore day in and day out had nothing deeper beneath it. That assessment could not be further from the truth. There were few among the old Path of the Twelve who agreed with Minfilia’s mission of diplomacy with the so-called “beastmen” quite so much as Ingrid. Few who supported it quite as fervently, as outspokenly, who committed themselves to it so wholeheartedly. When Ingrid Steele chose a path, she would walk it to the end, make no mistake. And the path of a unified Eorzea, standing arm-in-arm against the tide of Garlemald’s black steel, was one she was committed to.

Rose still remembered, as the whiskey warmed its way through her, the warmth of the campfire on the night she learned Ingrid’s reason for adventuring. The two were camping in Southern Thanalan after a guildleve, and Rose, who knew why everyone else in her party had set out, decided to field the question. Ingrid, nursing a wound from a brawl with some bandits earlier, smiled that wry smile of hers and said that it was simple: she loved being stabbed!

After laughing that off for a minute, she shook her head, and gave the actual answer. She remembered growing up in the shadow of the Empire. Her family managed to settle near Quarrymill, despite the Gridanians’ hostility toward them. But it was a hard life. The Gridanians never accepted them, and most chose not to associate with them. The little community of exiles was close-knit by necessity, and their existence was a gloomy one. With life so hard, and the Gridanians scarcely more welcoming than the black-clad bastards on the other side of Baelsar’s cursed wall, it was all too easy to give into despair. Ingrid wanted to change that–to give her displaced countrymen something to celebrate. She chose to adventure because she wanted to inspire her people. She was constantly writing down the things she saw, the adventures she and the party had. She showed Rose the book–heavy with ink, lyrics to countless ballads written, scratched out, and re-written. She thought maybe, if she could inspire her people enough, their lives would be that much easier. And maybe, just maybe, if they had it easier, had time to lick their wounds, and maybe if the other city-states heard her songs, the songs of an Ala Mhigan’s heroism, maybe they could band together and push Garlemald out of Ala Mhigo. Rose smiled wistfully at that–at the very least, Ingrid’s dream had come true. There was much work to be done, true. But her homeland was free again. Ala Mhigo was free. But the smile faded as quickly as it had come. Ingrid never got to see it. She never…

Another shot down, burning all the while. A fourth called for.

She caught the label this time, as the next shot was poured. She knew it–Wawaboka was fond of it. He’d frequently take a bit in his tea at night as he unwound. Wawaboka Hohoboka–the party’s leader.

A thaumaturge of much renown–one who had even managed to reclaim the secrets of the Black Mage. Probably for the best that those secrets go to someone as level-headed as Wawaboka, if anyone. He was the group’s leader, but more than that, he was like a father to them. He was as kind as he was wise, with a smile as warm and gentle as a candle’s flame. He was always willing to lend a listening ear, a helping hand, or even just a shoulder to cry on–whichever was needed at the time. Rose actually knew him before she started adventuring: he came from a relatively respected merchant family in Ul’dah. They weren’t on the level of any of the Syndicate, mind you, but they were known to be fair and honest to a fault in their dealings, and were far more popular among the City’s commonfolk as a result. Much of his family dealt in alchemical supplies, and Rose’s mother, being an alchemist herself, just happened to befriend them. As a result, he had at his disposal a nearly infinite number of tales of Rose’s childhood antics–much to her chagrin, and the delight of the party.

Still, she could forgive his weaponizing of her embarrassing childhood antics–his advice had helped her more than he ever knew, after all. And not just her–she remembered walking with him late one night among the Steps of Thal when some scrawny man lept from the shadows, knife in hand, demanding his purse.

Rose went to draw her longsword, but a motion from Wawaboka bid her stay her hand. To her surprise, he spoke to the mugger with a measured, even, and warm tone. He didn’t just talk the poor bugger down–he sat him down and listened. He figured, there must be some reason the poor lad was willing to do that. And he wasn’t wrong–the young man, with some coaxing, admitted that his sister was in dire need of treatment for a disease. Treatment they couldn’t afford. So what did Wawaboka do? He simply gave the lad the gil, then and there, but made him swear he’d not try something so foolish again. Rose remembered how, a few weeks later, the party was going to the Quicksand to check the guildleves, and they were stopped by the very same would-be mugger. He had a small, frail-looking girl in tow, and before anyone could blink, they pulled the old lalafel into a hug. The treatment took–the boy’s sister was recovering. They showered him with thanks, but he insisted he hadn’t done much of anything. It would have been easy to dismiss the young man’s story. Easier still to have thrashed him the second he drew steel and be done with it, as Rose nearly did. But Wawaboka? He had a way of seeing the best in people. Of inspiring them to be their best. 

What good it did in the end, though. All the good faith in the world couldn’t keep Dalamud in the sky. 

Damn it all. 

Another drink down. And then another. She was crying now, tears streaming into the glass slowly but surely. She barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere.

Wawaboka was the party’s leader, and half of its brains. The other half? Lucinne Chatelfort. 

Fuck. Lucinne. Rose choked back a sob before she knocked back another shot.

Lucinne was the party’s healer, an unheard of non-Padjali White Mage. She was incredibly talented, in touch with nature and the elements around her. She was quiet and serene, but confident and capable. Whenever the party needed to plan strategy, she was there to formulate a plan. Whenever the party needed to lick their wounds, she was there, with soothing magic and soothing words. She was maybe the most dependable person Rose had ever known–if Lucinne made a promise, by the gods she would keep it. She had grown up in the Black Shroud, with a number of other Duskwight families. She eventually left their simple forest village for Gridania, hoping to learn conjury. And learn it she did–she nothing short of mastered it, despite… opposition from those who looked down on her heritage. The prejudices of the Gridanians vexed her, enough that, even as a conjurer, she shunned the city, preferring to roam the Shroud and help its smaller communities. Eventually, she took to adventuring, found out she had the Echo, joined the Path of the Twelve, and then joined Wawaboka’s party.

Aside from Ingrid, Rose and Lucinne were the staunchest proponents of Minfilia’s plan to ally with the various tribes of Eorzea against the Garlean incursion. When other members of the Path began to voice their doubts of Minfilia’s leadership, it was often Lucinne who would convince them to listen. She was as patient as she was kind, and though she was usually quiet, she chose her words well. And among the party, she was certainly Rose’s closest friend. She…

“Damn it.” Another shot knocked back. Another drink called for. 

She wasn’t just a friend, of course. She was…

Gods damn it all. Rose felt her chest heaving. How many years had it been? How many bloody years? And still, still she couldn’t even think of her without breaking down. 

Lucinne wasn’t just Rose and Minfilia’s closest friend. Damn it all, she was everything–they were everything to each other. They…

Another thud against the table, as another drink was drained. The tears wouldn’t stop now.

They promised. They promised they’d see this all through. They promised that everything would work out. Rose reached for the glass–still empty. 

Rose motioned for another round. Nothing. 

Rose looked up from the bar, only to lock eyes with Momodi, wearing a look of concern. She was saying something, but Rose was too lost in her reverie to catch it.

“... ya hear?” “Sorry. Repeat that?” was all Rose could muster after quite a bit of effort to form words. She had trouble speaking under duress even when sober–being this deep in her cups certainly wasn’t helping.

Momodi placed her hand over Rose’s, repeating herself: “I said I’m cuttin’ you off, ya big lug–you’re gonna drink our entire supply at this rate. Or pickle yourself–and I’m not a fan of either of those options!” The Quicksand’s proprietress smiled faintly, but she couldn’t hide the worry still clearly written over her face.” Rose frowned. “... ‘m fine, Momodi.” “Clearly you aren’t!” The faint smile was gone. Her face grew stern “Rose, I know what’s goin’ on. I-” “Don’t… you don’t know-” “I miss them too, Rose!” Momodi cut Rose’s protest short. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

“... yeah.”

Momodi’s face softened slightly. “I know I didn’t know ‘em as well as you, but I still knew ‘em. Enough to know they wouldn’t wanna see you like this. If you’re too stubborn to stop because I’m askin’--just. Stop for them.” Rose didn’t respond. She looked down, avoiding Momodi’s gaze as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Some Warrior of Light she turned out to be. Pah! What a sight. Eorzea’s champion, drowning her sorrows in whiskey and sobbing into a bar counter.

Rose heard Momodi sigh. “Listen, Rosie. I’ll have Otopa open a room for you. Please go get some rest. I’m not gonna take no for an answer, you hear me?”

More silence. Rose stood up from the bar stool, steadying herself from the spinning world around her on the counter. “... thanks” was all she could muster before, slowly, she stumbled to follow Otopa to her room.

Once Otopa left, she turned to make herself comfortable, and climbed into the feather bed. On any other night, maybe that would have been it. Maybe it was that one of the fireworks, a resplendent and fiery red, bathed the room in a red glow. Just like… 

She remembered this room. Gods damn it all, she remembered. It was the same as it was… what? Seven, eight years ago? If not for that damn lighting, that split second, she might not have recognized it. But she did. She remembered this room, bathed in the damnable red light of Dalamud. She remembered staying here, the night before the Calamity. She remembered sharing this bed with Lucinne and Minfilia. That was the last time the three shared each other’s company. How confident, how bloody certain Rose was that day that they’d be meeting up again the next evening to celebrate. 

Gods, damn it all. Damn it ALL!

The tears had come back. They wouldn’t stop now.

The last time she was in this bed, she felt the warmth of the two women she loved more than anything. She shared in their company, their laughter, and more. And now?

And now?

And NOW?

The silence of the room, only broken by fireworks, was louder than anything Rose had ever heard. No more laughter. No more warmth. 

This wasn’t right.

This couldn’t be right!

Damn it all, why her!?

What did she do that she deserved to live!? 

It was all she could do to sob into the pillow, to muffle her screams.

She shouldn’t have been alone. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t right.

[weregreatatcrime]

OH MAN LMAO I forgot chocoboy fic is actually 16k in my Google doc and I'm not to the best parts yet

Need to finish Noctis’s chapter so yall can see happy fun children playing and bonding. Before I make it Sad.

What has been written

Noctis and Prompto being BESTIES

The star appearance of Burrito the chocobo!

Noctis being. Sad in a little kid way about some things and focusing that sadness into loving his new baby friend Burrito

Noct meets Dromornis who dropped by to say "yo whaddup ur cool as hell bye boys"

Ignis and Noctis bonding

Gladio being grounded from petting baby chocobos

Prompto confusing everyone

To be written

Noctis and Prompto being penpals

Noctis not seeing Prompto for yearssssss because of Canon events

Finally go on road trip to Altissia and goes to stop by and see his childhood friend again and OH NO HE'S HOT IGGY GLADIO WHAT DO I DO

Prompto, hauling ass after the boys: WAIT TAKE ME WITH YOU

Gladio: and what can you do

Prompto: I can shoot things and kick things REALLY hard! :D *transforms into a chocobo and backwards kicks an MT across the horizon* I also wash dishes and don't complain about sleeping outside!

Iggy: Shit, I'm down

Gladio: K cool ig

Undecided if polyship road trip or promptis. Want all. Why can't I ship everything at the same time why must I have to pick specific ships when writing fic

At least one occurrence of Loqi showing up and going on a monolog only to be interrupted by being jumped on by a giant chocobo

Prompto having to explain to the guys that he's sort of a demigod but it's not that big of a deal really

[rottenpumpkin13]

Happy First Day of 2025! Hope today, as well as the rest, are good ones!' :D

Are there any little traditions AGSZC have that they do on the first day of the year? Habits and/or more by celebratory/ritual type things? Perhaps something they do to bring luck or of a similar notion?

Sephiroth: Every New Year's Day, Sephiroth starts with a single, solitary shot of whiskey to commemorate surviving another year. It's simple, understated, and surprisingly sentimental. "To another year," he says to himself, raising the glass before downing it. But then he starts thinking about life, war and how he's been deployed since he was a child. By shot #26, Genesis has confiscated the bottle.

Genesis: "Maybe next year your resolution should be to lighten up."

Sephiroth: "Maybe next year I'll resolve to move to a mountain alone after assassinating professor Hojo."

Angeal: Every year on the first of January, Angeal plants a seed in a small terracotta pot, his ritual for new beginnings. He whispers words of affirmation to it like "You're going to grow strong and flourish! I believe in you." He doesn't tolerate any negativity within a five-foot radius of the pot. One time Sephiroth wandered too close to it as he was complaining about his recent encounter with Hojo, and Angeal threw his boot at him. Then, Sephiroth stood in the doorway, watching Angeal sage his office.

Genesis: Every year without fail, creates a vision board for the year ahead, slapping it together with glitter glue and expensive paper. It's a tasteful mess of magazine cutouts, handwritten goals, and affirmations. Angeal and Sephiroth always critique it, which he ignores entirely. Angeal once pointed out how "You can't realistically expect to 'become a demigod by summer.'" The board also includes things like "Defeat Sephiroth in sparring" (he's lost every year), picture of himself as lead actor in a Loveless movie (that's never happening), and "Future Inventor of Apple-Powered Energy"

Sephiroth: "That's not how physics works."

Genesis: "The goddess transcends physics."

Angeal: "Is that... are you wearing a crown made of dumbapples?"

Genesis: "It's called manifestation."

Zack: Spends the entire day running around SOLDIER yelling "New year, new me!" to anyone who'll listen. "This year, I'm gonna wake up at 5 am every day! No more skipping leg day! I'll stop bothering Angeal during his alone time!" By the end of the day, he's already failed all of them. Every year, nothing changes except the volume of his declarations.

Cloud: Has a small, bizarre Nibelheim tradition that nobody fully understands. He makes a wreath out of pine branches and old chocobo feathers, then hangs it on the nearest doorknob. This makes sharing a dorm with him a nightmare.

Zack: "Cool! What's the wreath for?"

Cloud: "To ward them off."

Zack: "Who?"

Cloud: "...."

Zack, panicking: "WHO?"

[fheythfully]

— B A S I C S

Name: Satella Grace Nicknames: Elle, Ellie Age: around 27, still working on my timeline Nameday: 28th sun of the second umbral moon (4.28, we share a birthday) Race: hyur Gender: female Orientation: bisexual Profession: warrior of light, adventurer

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: gold/strawberry blonde, kept long and she switches between having bangs and no bangs. she loves braids and bows. Eyes: light blue. Skin: slightly tanned especially in warmer month, with very faint freckles across her nose and shoulders Tattoos/scars: no tattoos, wip on scars!

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Theodora (mother, of a Sharlayan family able to trace their roots to the Archons) and Nadir (deceased, second son of a wealthy merchant family from Ala Mhigo that is now wiped out and scattered) Siblings: two half-siblings, twins, named Serah and Noel Grandparents: none living who are blood related, but considers her uncle's mother to be the closest she has In-laws and Other: Flora (maternal aunt) who took her in and raised her since she was 10, and her husband, Frederick Pets: Io, her white chocobo

— S K I L L S

Abilities: she's an accomplished and talented mage in both offensive and healing magic; she especially has a penchant for conjury and was secretly granted the robes and crystal of the White Mage right before the start of ARR. She is also being trained as a monk by Lyse. Hobbies: reading (especially romance novels), adventuring, gardening, trying out new food/being a foodie in general

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: courageous, protective, self-assured Most Negative Trait: judgemental, vengeful, secretive

— L I K E S

Colors: soft blue and pink, lavender Smells: honey, lavender, the ocean Textures: silk, linen Drinks: tea, strawberry lemonade

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: no Drinks: socially yes Drugs: no Mount Issuance: Io, Fenrir, her Amaro named Somna, a white griffin she named Nyneve Been Arrested: wip but I don't think so.....

Tagged by: @aethergazing and @khaiens thank you! Tagging: @aethernoise @ahollowgrave @iron-sparrow + anyone who'd like to participate!

[salternateunreality2]

After a particularly nasty day at the labs, Sephiroth wakes up with fox ears and tail

How does it go?

Hehehehehe ❤️❤️❤️

Possessed by a fox spirit, he has sudden and uncontrollable urges to (a) eat udon, (b) share with chocobos, (c) be transformed by the power of friendship with plucky anime protagonists from a terrifying war machine to a cute and helpful hero a la Naruto, and (d) dig.

Cloud meets his hero because Sephiroth finds him, choco-naps him, and feeds him udon in a hole he digs out in the desert. Cloud just rolls with it, he's a hungry, growing boy.

Hojo steps in one of the smaller holes and breaks his leg. The bone completely snaps and he bleeds out because he insisted on retrieving Sephiroth alone, and Sephiroth is pointing his fuzzy ears only at Cloud to make sure he eats, and his tail is wagging so hard it starts up a dust storm that drowns out Hojo's screams.

AGZ and Lazard find them in the desert. They find Hojo's corpse first and Genesis "is surprised" and "accidentally firaga's it" 5 times. Angeal and Lazard are also surprised and may have stabbed and shot the corpse as well. Zack runs ahead, looking for his friends.

Lazard finds the three of them eating noodles happily, and the news that Hojo is dead snaps Sephiroth back to reality just enough to abandon the obsession with noodles (for the moment) and digging, but not enough to jolt him from becoming a hero with the power of friendship.

Noodles are shared by all (except Hojo) and eventually one special noodle digs its way into one special hole when SephZard finally get together later.

By that, of course I mean they both have spaghetti in their mouths and it goes like this:

Zack is Naruto, he has the shiniest moral compass after getting a stern talking to from Barret.

[wildstar25]

Arsay Nun

B A S I C S

Name Arsay Nūn Nicknames None, her name doesn't shorten well (call her Ars and you will be on the wrong end of her blade ^^) Age ARR -> 22 (+5 years in lifestream stasis that Arsay is completely unaware of) Dawntrail -> 25 (+5 years) Nameday 3rd Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Race Miqo'te, "Greeter of the Star" (a.k.a: Keeper/Seeker mix [South Shroud/U tribe] ) Gender She/Her Probably non-binary but has a job so she ain't got time to worry about all of that... Orientation Bisexual, Polyromantic Profession Adventurer, Warrior of Light & Darkness, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Full time kitty cat

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair Midnight Blue with patches of red tip patterning concentrated around the back and sides of her head! Thick with the slightest bit of wave (often gets brushed out) Eyes Ruby Red Skin Very Light Olive with white facial stripes and darker pigmented nose. Tans well but never sticks for long. Tattoos/scars One visible scar on the cheek, multiple around her body which get glammed over. After endwalker, her right hand has a high concentration of scaring around the knuckles & palm (A consequence of her final fight in ultima thul and the proceeding surgery needed to reset the incorrectly healed bones.) She has various arcane geometric patterns marked into her skin in aetheric ink. One at the back of her neck, one on each forearm right above the inner elbow, one banded around her ankle. They are also glammed over to be invisible to the naked eye, but those who are well attuned to seeing aether would see them glow faintly as Arsay casts summoning spells.

F A M I L Y

Parents Sapir Nun & U'hbi Tia (deceased 1552, 6th astral era, killed in combat to the first wave of Garlean invaders in Doma)

Emrara Emra (Guardian/Adoptive Aunt, very much alive in the south sea isles)

Siblings Alphinaud and Alisaie (adopted younger siblings) Grandparents: Unknown and/or deceased In-laws and Other: G'raha (Husband), Y'shtola (Wife) Y'mhitra (Sister in law) Generally main scion members are family to her in different ways Cid and Nero (Weird Uncles) U'odh Nunh (unconfirmed but most likely half first cousin) (There are three female face 4 miqo'te in the U tribe and I HC that those three are the most closely related to Arsay's Dad in some way I've yet to really piece together.) Pets Couscous the carbuncle, Fish the Chocobo

S K I L L S

Abilities Physical: -Multiple Combat styles (Dual blades, Pole arm, Single blade, Hand to Hand, Marksmanship, Knife throwing) -Typical scouting techniques (invisibility, tracking, assassination, can move without making a sound) -Greater agility, dexterity, flexibility, balance, and strength -High Stamina -Strong Swimmer -Great Climber Magical: -Advanced Aetheric Manipulation (Elemental Conversion, Creation) -Summoning, Channelling (Dreadwyrm Trance available at moments notice) Other: -Knows how to sail a ship -Can navigate on land and sea without a map or compass -Can rally and inspire others to achieve great things together!

Hobbies: - Monster Hunting - Fishing - Frontlines - Crystalline Conflict (recreational league) - General exploring/mystery hunting&solving

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her big heart! She'd do anything for the people she cares about Worst Negative: Terrible sense of self-worth. Needs to do things for other people or she goes insane with anxiety and guilt. Hates being looked after.

L I K E S

Colors: Red! Its her favourite. Smells: the ocean, the breeze through the forest, tropical zones with humidity in the air, her partners Textures: Furs, Leathers, Silky or soft textiles. Drinks: Spiced Chai, Coffee with Cardamom, Citrus of any type and Water

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: nope, the only smoke from her is her smoke bombs Drinks: only socially, and not a whole lot. Does not like feeling out of control of herself. Mount Issuance: Probably! Tataru would help her get it all set up at least Been Arrested: Almost but she always gets out of it UvU

Tagged by: @eriyu Thank you so much!! 💙 Tagging: @nivienne-grovant @baublegums @astraveil @yukupo-lalapo @eli-leam (and anyone else who wants to do it! I feel like I'm pretty late to the game on this lol)