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Presenting: An Absurdly, Stupidly Long and Wordy Warrior of Light-based Questionnaire, or as my bestie dubbed it:

30 WoL Think Thonkers

Less an ask prompt, more of a daily prompt, (though you can use it as an ask prompt if you prefer!) Answer the questions however you want: straight-forward, with stories or screens, or a mix of all.

Get any of your little brainworms out. Wax poetic, ramble off into several digressions, challenge yourself to answer in the least amount of words possible, whatever you're vibing with! (If you want to tag them #wolthinkthonkers feel free!)

This is very Warrior of Light and MSQ based. It's set from a Post-Endwalker mindframe, so there are some minor/vaguely worded spoilers.

----------------------- WARM-UP QUESTIONS

I. Where is your Warrior of Light from? What was their home like growing up and what set them out on their journey?

2. What city-state did your WoL start in? How did they feel about it then, and how do they feel about it now? (ie, did their experiences sour their perception, or make them appreciate it more?)

3. How do they feel about being Hydaelyn's chosen? (Feel free to break it down from ARR's "Champion of Eorzea" all the way to "The Savior of Etheirys" as much as you like. Have those feelings changed, or just grown more complex?)

4. What do they do in their down time? Do they have any hobbies outside of Primal-slaying and world-saving? Are these lifelong hobbies or recent interests?

5. How do they feel now that "it's all over" (the story of Hydaelyn and Zodiark)? What do they plan to do next? Or is their story finished - and if you're retiring them, what does retirement look like for them? Do you have someone else taking the stage going forward?

6. Who was their Azem? What were they like, and were they different from your WoL? Who were their family, friends? Or, if you don't care for the Azem angle or went in your own direction for their past self, how so? How does your WoL feel about their Ancient identity?

----------------------- CHANGES

7. Have they gone through any physical changes? What scars have they collected, and how do they feel about them? Did they sprout horns or other features as a result of spells or pacts gone wrong? How did light corruption impact them? Or have they walked away miraculously unscathed? Are they more peculiar for how eerily unmarred they are?

8. What is one of their biggest regrets? Has it had an effect on how they act moving forward, for better or worse?

9. The Warrior of Light has been through quite a lot, but what is a moment, big or small, that bolstered and renewed their spirit? Was it a cup of hot cocoa or a lovingly crafted sandwich? Did someone give them a few words or a gesture at just the right time that meant the world to them? (Of course, this can be a canon event or headcanon!)

10. What does home look like for them now? Do they still return to the home where they started, and if so has it changed at all? Or have they found or forged a new home? Who do they live with, if anyone? What sort of things do they keep in their personal space?

11. Despite everything, is it still you? Has the core of who they are as a person remained true through everything, or have they been changed by what they've experienced and learned, for better or worse?

13. Is there a canon moment you've drastically (or not-so-drastically) rewritten? A character death, or something that just really did not fit your WoL's character. Or just some alterations and personal touches you've added? Has that had any long-term changes on the wider story?

----------------------- STORY

12. Which canon moments shaped your Warrior of Light and impacted them the most?

14. Do you have any headcanons for what happened post-Ultima Thule? What kind of injuries did they suffer, or did they walk it off like a boss? Did they take a lengthy vacation, did you shove a time skip in there before 6.1 hit? Or was it quickly off to the next adventure?

15. What were their thoughts and feelings on the events of Myths of the Realm? How did they regard the Twelve prior, and how did the revelations impact them? Was meeting their patron particularly special to them, or not really?

16. What were their thoughts and feelings delving into Pandaemonium? How did they feel working alongside Themis and Lahabrea, after all their history? What did they think about how things ended?

17. Taking a step away from "canon", do you have any wholly unique side quests and adventures your Warrior of Light has gotten caught up in? Did they chase down ghosts of their own past, get married, open a bakery, or fix an ancient blood curse on their family line? Have they reunited with loved ones or buried old hatchets? If there's some unique story behind your character, how does it show up and how did it play out?

----------------------- COMBAT & ABILITIES

18. How do they feel about the work they do? As the Warrior of Light they're tasked with quite a lot of violence, is it something that comes naturally to them or do they resist it? Are they merciless, do they try to spare as many lives as they can, or do they fall somewhere in between?

19. While many fights are dramatic or have high stakes, are there any especially memorable or difficult fights they encountered? Outside scripted battles, were there conflicts that you thought felt better if they were tweaked for narrative or lore-based reasons, ie their first time fighting a primal? Or perhaps a more meta "You the player had a hard time so it translated into headcanon for them".

20. Are there any unique abilities that they possess outside of what's in-game? Are they actually a dragon, or do they see visions of the future? Or, is there a special way that their Echo manifests?

21. Jobs! What job is your character and why is that the route they chose? Is your WoL a Jack-of-all-Trades, or just have one (or a few) specialties? Did they start with one job and change to another? Have you 'homebrewed' their job at all, adding any unique twists or details to it?

----------------------- RELATIONSHIPS & THE WORLD

22. What are their feelings on the Scions? Who are some of their closest allies and dearest friends? Are they more of a loner, or closer to people outside the Scions? Have they kindled any romances or partnerships?

23. How do they feel about getting pulled into politics? Are they adept at navigating political intricacies, or does it go over their head? Do they appreciate getting asked to do more than punch their enemies, or would they really rather just punch their enemies? Are there any areas they like to be particularly involved in?

24. How do they feel about Hydaelyn? What was their perception of the Mothercrystal in the beginning, and how did that change by the end, if at all?

25. Do they have any particular enemies that stand out to them? Someone who inspired a lasting grudge? Our beloved and beloathed antagonists give us plenty of reasons to despise them, but are there any that particularly rubbed your WoL the wrong way? On the other hand, are there villains they can't help but sympathize with, even if it's at odds with the narrative or their allies?

26. What are their thoughts on the Ancients, their way of life, and the world they lived in? Did they sympathize at all with the Ascians, or did learning the truth not influence them in that way?

27. How well known are they? Does everyone know their name as the Warrior of Light, or have they managed to maintain some level of anonymity? Do they prefer it that way, and do they have any struggles resulting from it? (Getting stopped on street corners VS awkwardly avoiding questions.)

----------------------- WHAT'S NEXT

28. What's something they look forward to? Exploring the stars, more of a place we've already been, or somewhere we haven't? Or do they look forward to retirement, starting a business with their craft of choice, or any other little old thing?

29. How do they feel heading into Dawntrail? Excited? Exhausted? What do they think of the promises of adventure to come, and their role to play? If you're using a new character, do you have any idea how they'll end up on this path, and where is their headspace starting out?

30. What are they going to be doing while waiting for the ship to Tural?

#xiv prompts #ff14 prompts #again i have no idea what to tag it #wolthinkthonks #lol #a variety of questions i think about + more that were (sorta) endwalker-based #no idea if anyone would be interested in this (it's soooo wordy)#but i'm curious!!!!#i wanna know!!#anyway if i don't post it it'll sit in my drafts collecting the dust of indecision for who knows how long #if there are any major errors let me know!#i ripped it apart and reconfigured it a few times x“D

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TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

chapter 1 : lord give me one last chance!

꒰ summary ꒱ It was as if the world was against you. Your bad luck truly couldn’t get any worse — but at least you didn’t have to deal with the political fallout of a missing heir in an unknown realm! That doesn’t sound like something you’d have to worry about.

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ child endangerment ( it’s obvious but don’t drive with a toddler as it was described in the story ), mentions of suicide, mention of drugs, swearing, mention of dubious consent into reproducing a baby — like really dubious from one side and just straight up nonexistent consent from the other ( although the baby was conceived through magic, and not sexually, it was still something Diavolo didn’t have a say in )

꒰ word length ꒱ 4.2k

꒰ author's note ꒱ this is my first series in general so any comments regarding it (or dm’s) are appreciated and encouraged! I would love to hear you guys' thoughts on it

꒰PREVIOUS꒱ ꒰ MASTERPOST ꒱ ꒰ NEXT ꒱

Waking up as the sun rose was never fun.

Today, this daily experience was even worse. Why? Yesterday’s surreal experience was in fact real and not a figment of your imagination. There were still three dead bodies outside ( you were probably being hunted as a result of your decision to go to sleep instead of burying them ) and you still had a baby drooling over you while staring you down with those odd eyes.

A chubby baby hand smacked your cheeks; was this an attempt to get your attention?

That was the first sluggish thought that came to your mind which had just recently woken up from its slumber. Your eyes quickly snapped open as you realized a vital mistake you had made — had the baby eaten anything since he was brought here? You stared back at the baby; the baby stared back at you. The wind rattled the semi-broken window and you felt sweat gather in the nape of your neck while laying down with the weight of the baby in your chest. Was the baby trying to communicate his hunger?

Starving a baby was definitely a criminal charge.

You sat upright with the urgency you had never had in your entire life concentrating into this very moment to avoid going to the place your roommate is definitely rotting in at this time. The baby plopped down to your hands that moved as an after thought to avoid him just rolling down to the bed with the abrupt movement. There was not a single indication in the infant’s face.

Instead giggles erupted from the child who seemed to be the only one having a good time.

At least there wasn’t a big probability of emotional scarring occurring.

You slowly shuffled out of bed while keeping a firm hold on the baby that had now latched onto your ear while pulling it. This wasn’t as bad as it could be — you had witnessed babies throw migraine worth tantrums, and if treating you like a squeaky toy helped avoid that then you would gladly endure it.

“Well…! How do you feel about fried chickens?” This was in fact all you had for food at the moment. It was looking rough for the both of you already and this was saying something considering the dead bodies rotting outside.

A gurgle sounded near her shoulder where the baby was currently leaning his head against, “I’ll take that as a redundant no.”

Yet mornings were usually slow were they not? It was easy to miss things. From realizing that the food that was being held was not appropriate for a baby to realizing the blood of the woman that had throw herself of a cliff had followed a trail away from her body to simulate an oddly shaped circle with bat-like wings and unfamiliar symbols. It was vert easy to miss the odd way the baby’s eyes glistened when the individual that had witnessed it refused to acknowledge it.

Ignorance is a bliss.

Or at least this was what you kept repeating to yourself as you avoided looking at the dead bodies for a second time in fear of throwing up once again. The baby clung to you tighter while leaning over your shoulder — gently you guided his head to rest lower so he was not leaning over your shoulder and staring at the repeated tragedies that occurred last night. Perhaps he would not remember it when he was older, but you preferred not making anyone feel any unnecessary turmoil.

The sun was brighter than ever while you attempted to walk up the marked trail up the hill. Your heart hammered in your chest as you fanned the baby with a make-shift fan made from paper — you were more worried about the child fainting on you as a result of low sugar levels and the sun blistering with frightening intensity than yourself getting a sunburn.

Let it be known that all of this effort was not made because you liked the way the sun was slowly roasting you like pig, nor were you fond of the way that the rocks throughout the trail dug into the sole of your very thin sandals. The reason why you couldn’t simply stay in the cabin after calling the emergency number was because your phone had smoked itself out?

You were still not sure how that had happened, but the again you were no technician genius either. In one second you were about to dial the emergency number and in the next second there had been a bright light coming from its side — comparable to a spark of electricity — this had caused you to yelp and throw the phone to the bed. Then it just — well — started letting smoke out without stop for a couple of minutes before quietly dying out.

Throughout this experience the baby had remained in your arms, initially actively playing with your hair by pulling it. However, as soon as you had grabbed the phone the pulling stopped slowly until a glance to your side revealed that the baby was quietly staring at the phone with an adorable pout.

After you had thrown the phone to the wall you immediately used both of your hands to hold the baby in fear of him getting startled and crying out. Yet, strangely enough the only reaction you had seen was a clapping of hands before he went back to pulling and twisting your hair. With shaky hands you tightened your hold on the baby and thanked your luck that the baby was young enough to not realize any possible danger which could cause it to start crying.

“You’re behaving so well,” You muttered with a thankful smile as you opened your back seat of your car that had been parked in the ‘designated parking place’ according the woman who had let you rent the cabin. You then stopped, your arms that had been lowering the baby even after seeing his hands clutching your shirt tightly also froze in place. How were you gonna legally and safely transport this child in your vehicle? You did not have the correct or proper car seat for baby.

At this moment you had managed to place the baby in the back seat and just in cue the baby started hiccupping while making grabbing hands to where you were currently sitting. You let your hands hide your face as you sighed loudly realizing that it was either taking your chances and wait for a random person to pass by this very much isolated part of the road, which could take days of waiting in the side of the road, or take your chances with putting the baby in very much unsafe driving conditions.

At this time the baby had finally started stopped hiccupping.

Why? The baby had crawled out of the sit and reached towards you to latch onto your pants that were on a reaching range for the baby as a result of the car door being open while you stood quite close to it while deciding which of your two options were the lesser evil.

A delighted squeal came from the baby that had now latched onto your leg like a baby koala.

‘Were babies supposed to be this strong?’ Strong wasn’t the right word you were looking for, but it wasn’t too far off. Every time you managed to get him to unlatch him from you he came back even clingier. You would be a little bit more annoyed had you not witnessed his caretaker? mother? split her head open in front of you. It made your heart ache just a little bit every time you think about the idea that such a lively baby experienced loss at an age where it couldn’t even be registered just yet.

Resentment built up inside you as you remembered who else was involved with this. Your roommate better not have had anything to do with the suicide of that woman. The police officers were not too eager to give details regarding what had occurred, and well now there was no way you were going to get any information from them now.

“Come on,” You sighed as you attempted to remove the baby from your leg. A pitiful whine was heard coming from the baby that had quite literally taken your leg hostage, “I know this is scary but the faster we get to the nearest police station the easier it will be.”

You didn’t feel too smart right. Especially considering you were attempting to communicate with the baby.

Unsurprisingly the hold that baby had in your arms did not ease in the slightest, because he was a baby. A miserable sigh left your mouth as you stepped back from the back door of your car and closed it with a loud ‘thud’. You walked around your car to get to the front seat — throughout all of this the baby remained firmly glued to your leg. You were not willing to accidentally harm the baby and possibly look more suspicious with the already three deaths that had occurred in your presence. The last thing you needed was child abuse added to possible charges. If you weren’t able to get him to be unglued from your leg under those ten minutes then you’ll simply stick him in the passenger seat so whatever separation anxiety is going on will be put to a momentarily stop.

“It’s okay,” You muttered with what you hoped was a reassuring tone of voice, “Don’t be scared — everything will be okay.”

Everything will not be okay. Because apparently nobody who reached their hundreds was capable of being left alone with this baby without wanting to kill him.

The drive was the most nerve-wracking that you had in your entire life, and honestly you would rather for it to never be repeated. It felt as if everything you were feeling was increased tenfolds. From the anxiety regarding the possibility of an accident occurring (on the very much empty road ) or the police stopping you and taking you go jail for doing the very much sensible decision of driving with a baby in the passenger seat with only an average seatbelt for protection ( even though a police officer would be quite helpful to deal with the mess left back at the cabin )

You ended up parking in a random gas station after remembering that the passenger had not eaten.

Probably long enough for it to be concerning.

The tattered clothing that the baby still had continued to bother you, but really the rest of the clothes that you had brought were probably not of the right material to cover a baby with — especially when they had such sensitive skin.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and paid no attention to the other car that was parked long before you arrived.

Slowly walking around the car you opened the passenger door and failed to suppress a helpless smile after seeing the baby squeal in delight after seeing your face pop up over the window. At least someone was having a nice time.

“Hello to you too.” You answered with a slight smile, now on better spirits now that you had found a place that at least had some chances of having baby food.

The gas station was surrounded by quite the amount of trees. Now that it was around noon it was easy to observe the place and what laid around it. However, you doubted the same could be said at night — what an eerie sight that must be.

You unbuckled the seatbelt of the baby ( still surprised that you had the bad luck of running into somebody who could let you borrow their phone ) and instantly had your hands full of him. You were left dumbfounded as the child that had been calmly sitting had managed to lunge at you and imitate a koala with the way that he was holding your left hand.

It was adorable if not a little a little worrying. Babies usually were this clingy right? You sure hope so — the faster you can solve this situation the better.

You decided to shrug and simply adjust your hold on the child to have an easier time closing the door and walking around without fearing the baby would fall.

As you closed the door you heard another car’s door closing not too far away from you.

This was ignored by you assuming that the car was already leaving as it had been here even before you arrived. You hurried your pace and bounced the baby in your arms as a way to entertain him and keep him calm. The branches that were quite near to the entry snapped under your feet; branches snapped behind you.

You ignored it once again.

The bell rung above you as pushed the door open and stepped into the door. The air was moist and the window was opened next to the clerk who was an older man that was leaning backwards in his chair as he read a book.

He looked up and made eye contact with you. This man didn’t seem as interested in conversation as some may assume due to his clerk position; instead of a verbal greeting he simply nodded at you and went back to his book. While usually you would appreciate this short and precise greeting from people — this wasn’t the best occasion for such thing. You looked around the store and located no other employees that you could possibly ask for a phone to use.

The reason for your weariness? There was a big bold sign that said, “No bathroom or cell phones call without purchase first. No exception!

You of course could push more and if it really came down to it you were sure you could win against the old man to wrestle the phone out of his hand.

But — three dead people.

Did you really want to test your chances exposing to the police why fighting the old man was necessary?

You didn’t see it as something worthwhile when you could simply buy a pack of gum under a dollar and make a call in the same minute. With a smile overtaking your face you walked through the second aisle which had the pack of gum at the front of its row and snatched it with glee.

You turned around and a man was standing where you had just walked through. He was taller than you and had odd tattoos in his harms, it imitated what you would image a beginner’s artist attempt at drawing the sea would look like. He was dressed plainly in a way you hadn’t quite seen anybody before. You were not someone to judge but something about this man was odd — perhaps it was the way that the simple loose white pants with no patterns were paired with a even looser white shirt that made him stand out more due to how simple it was.

You shifted uneasily and adverted your gaze. Last thing you wanted was to look like an annoyance by this man. You were hyper aware of the way that the baby in your arm tried moving around to look at what you were looking and it was only because of your hand that he was stopped from doing so. You gave him a strained smile and attempted to walk through the aisle that you were currently in to avoid walking past him.

He just kept standing there.

Looking at you

You wanted to bash your head against a rock after you saw how his head moved to follow your steps while you walked. As your heart hammered in your throat an odd movement caused you to shift your eyes to where his forearms full of tattoos resting.

They moved

The tattoos moved

The fucking ink—

Your breathing stopped and so did your heartbeat. For a second you both stayed still — you weren’t quite sure you were seeing correctly. The ink just kept moving in his skin almost imitating the movement of snakes.

A cough was heard from the front of the store and that was dragged you out of your paralyzed state.

You breathed in

You breathed out

You tightened your grip on the baby who was trying to move in your hold

And you sprinted for the door.

Were you on drugs? No.

Was he on drugs? Maybe.

Did you want to take your chances and see if it was a hallucination or not? Hell no.

You were a firm believer of “when I see it I’ll believe it.” That wasn’t about to change anytime soon.

The baby in your arms yelled at the sudden movement before abruptly turning silent. The store wasn’t too big or too small; it would take you less than a minute to reach the door sprinting. Any trace of weariness regarding whether you should have taken such a drastic action was wiped out when your ears picked up on a set of steps that were rapidly approaching you.

There was only four people in the store. You, the baby, the old man, and this creep. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was sprinting after you.

Your breathing picked up and so did your heartbeat. You could almost feel it at the back of your throat.

“Wait—“

Before he could finish shouting whatever he had to say the light above him coincidentally decided to just explode. You didn’t look back and managed to run past the old man at the counter who you briefly saw ducking under his desk — probably assuming it was a robbery.

As you stormed outside and kept booking it for your car you had no time to notice how once the man attempted to follow you by pushing the door open the door had abruptly slammed against his face — having gone in a direction that it wasn’t supposed to go in while also using an unnatural force to slam against your aggressor’s face.

( Later when you have managed to find someone to allow you to use their phone you would think back at what had occurred in the shop. While you reluctantly gave the baby away ignoring his sobbing and tight tiny hands holding onto your clothing — the police would be able to take care of him better than you could — you were also trying to ignore your clammy hands as you thought about the odd encounter in the shop )

( You had a lot of time to think about what had occurred; too much time was in your hands while being in a cell. Enough so to dream about the baby you had taken care for a couple of hours screaming and throwing a tantrum while being in the hands of a random police officer. What did left you waking up with a jolt was seeing the same officer have one of their TV quite literally explode in their face.

You didn’t sleep for the rest of the night. A day later police officers would be dispatched to check your story of the three dead bodies and it would ultimately be ruled as a accident )

( You didn’t quite notice how the officer that had appeared in your dreams had never gone to work in the three days you were held there for further investigation nor the way many others seemed to avoid touching the baby or getting close to it at all )

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Federico Benini was in a bit of a slump.

It wasn’t his fault of course.

Had those two been able to stick to the plan and stick the dagger through that demon spawn nothing else would have happened. There wouldn’t be five dead bodies as a result of that thing and he wouldn’t need to play hide and seek with a random non-magician human.

He didn’t have time for this!

They had somehow managed to get the Great Solomon into these brainwashed agenda of cooperating with the demon realm. Demons can’t be cooperated with — not when they are the epitome of punishment and selfishness in the world. Just like it has always been this interaction between mages and demons will end in misery for the magic-filled side while the demon rejoice in their misery.

There was no benefit to gain from having more controlled interaction by the demon council and their little prince that likes to act as a king. Which was why once he realized just which royal was backing and even founding this stupid little program he had decided to put a stop of it. One way or the other.

Federico wasn’t stupid either.

He knew just who was in the prince’s pocket. Someone known for their unnatural ability to just know things that shouldn’t be acknowledged or understood.

He couldn’t just quite go through the assassination in the old fashioned way and poison him or stab him in the back. Federico had to be more astute than that.

And what better way to do so than to simply reach the demonic prince through his bloodline. Obviously his father was out of the picture, but — a descendant was not. And what better way to do so than a human? Someone that had no idea that they were being used to have underlying intentions; someone who was in a vulnerable position and easy to pursue to a cause. Federico couldn’t have met Laura Bolton at a better time.

Someone recently out of jail without many friend or families that would miss or notice her being missing. A few honeyed words was all it took to convince her of a greater purpose she had to fulfill. It was quite pathetic.

And they thought that mixing demons with the naivety of people like this was a good idea?

He was doing everyone a favor — it was just that now in particular nobody was seeing it through the right point of view.

His point of view.

Blood was sacred by many communities — demons weren’t an exception to this. Why? It was quite easy to exploit your weakness if your blood was in their hands. Similar effect can be achieved through a close familiar tie.

Like a spawn.

And there was more than one way to get this to happen of course. He doubted the prince was idiotic enough to just sleep with a random human — no matter how much he claimed to like them. So Federico just had to create a situation of close proximity between the two and get his hands on the prince’s blood. Just to finally get rid of that program and the even more idiotic prince with it too.

That was the purpose of the ritual.

It wouldn’t be the first time killing a child for the greater good so he wasn’t as phased as others may have been — he made the rookie mistake of allowing huge outside member, Laura, to be present in the ceremony and witness the sacrifice that would bring balance to the three realms once again.

Killing the child and the father in one go.

Only to have Laura in the end back down and sprint away from the ceremony with the baby in her arms. He was furious, seething even. After all they had planned and worked for this plan she had the audacity to ruin it?

Federico would make sure that death would be mercy after he was done with her.

( He just didn’t account of the other member in the group to have enough of a opposition against his plan to go ahead and snitch to the demons but also run away with the child in her arms too! )

( It would only be discovered after he saw her mangled body at the bottom of a cliff. In eternal suffering — for helping those wretched creatures )

( He was quite full of sorrow at this sight — it only served to strengthen his resolve really. This was what caused the influence of demonic creatures, it had to be stopped one way or the other )

#this probably had 10 spelling errors I need to get a beta reader #rip to that random police officer it really was just a tantrum of a baby with extra powers #obey me shall we date diavolo x reader #diavolo obey be shall we date #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me lord diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me #om! diavolo #diavolo x reader #—RUBYTALES

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