#vounoura

[enolezdrata]

[vounoura]

the idea of vounoura as a place is still so funny to me

[eternalchant]

a ko-fi comm for @vounoura ✌(-‿-)✌

[i-mybrunettelady]

!! Music Game !!

RULES: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping! 

N.B I do not have playlists. I listen to random music on youtube. As it’s random in itself, I’ll list that and hope it’s still okay lmao

I got tagged by @just-eyris-things & @desertshrub a while back and am only responding now riiip

1. Achilles come down - Gang of Youths

2. The Tale Of Cú Chulainn - Miracle of Sound

3. Devil - CLC

4. Summon the choir - Aviators

5. Phoenix - Cailin Russo & Chrissy Costanza

6. You’re gonna go far kid - The Offspring

7. Good time girl - Sofi Tukker

8. Bones - Imagine Dragons

9. Atlas drowned - Gang of Youths

10. Meet your maker - Skittishmusic

Tagging: @sunshinemage, @scribesofcalamity, @vounoura, @cosmicteafox, @vexatious-knight and everyone else who wants to do it!! No pressure if you’re tagged <3

[tovaicas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ysayle Dangoulain/Warrior of Light Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Ysayle Dangoulain Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Set during The Legacies We Leave, Unrequited Love, Reminiscing about a woman you never got to tell you loved WAHOO, getting REAL frisky with the religious imagery, I love Ysayle and I miss her so much. Nobody touch me, Gender-Neutral Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Series: Part 1 of before there is no more of you and me Summary:

The sprawling forelands of Zenith are littered with ghosts.

(Or: She was holy that night, and Rouvastre wishes they had told her as much when there was still time between them.)

[mjahlar]

quick pinned post.

Saint, they/them, adult. Main is @vounoura, side is @tovaicas.

Taglist can be found here.

I only rb my gifs here, in lieu of using a tag. This is an archive for personal use so I can more easily find things later, and for people who just want my gifsets and not the rest of my fruity business.

Please PM me on my main or side if you need to contact me.

I do not tag spoilers on this blog. You have been warned.

[adamantinetower]

How does Halisanna react to/deal with the whole tadpole situation? :0

Ooooooh good question

Honestly the whole opener is so RIDICULOUS that by the time shes on the ground post-crash and dealing with the whole tadpole thing shes just. overloaded. She saw dragons for the first time probably, was up in the SKY, went through a good few dimensions maybe, and is on a LIVING SHIP. a tadpole timebomb in her head? sure, whatever, fuck.

She wants to get rid of it, but for a big when she discovered its... boons she wanted to use them to dominate the tadpole. how dare this thing try to control her? change her? fuck it and its weird bullshit, SHE’S in charge here.

buuuuuuut using its power affects everyone else around her with the tadpole to. She’s in control, but she doesn't know how in control everyone ELSE is. there's safety in numbers, and if not that, safety in not having other people with knowledge of the problem going off on their own and saying who knows what. friends close enemies closer and all that.

(she also might be growing fond of the party. yeah its survival, and they can be kinda funny sometimes and shadowheart is hot but damn it all she’s starting to care about them all a little. just a little. she wont reflect on that.) 

i could go into more little nuance but this is the gist of it

[plutoie]

light blue and green for that meme I almost missed :/

We both get sent to super hell for being gay and we fight to the death 💕

[kagrenacs]

Dwemer and Meridia lore!! :0

I’m glad everyone agrees this is my brand!

[monoshikis]

🌕🔥🍞? :0

Almalexia: Something/someone dear to you? I don’t want to drop any names, but sometimes I miss certain people so much my heart literally aches. I wish I could tell them and reach out, but I’m just a mere potato 

Fire: Something you’re passionate about? I think I’m a bit too into d&d right now hahah.. But I love spending time with my friends, creating ocs and pretty dice so what’s not to like?

Bread: Favorite snack(s)?Sourcream & onion chips, chocolate and peanut butter cups! Give me all unhealthy snacks!

[nightingaletrash]

📖 for an OC of your choice? :0

Tysm :D I’ll do this for Venaya ^^ under the cut cuz oops it got kinda long o.o

[The journal looks old, but well looked after. The binding is made from guar-leather, and a heavy lock emblazoned with the shape of a bird cradling an orb keeps it firmly shut from prying eyes. The pages are generally pristine, some a little yellowed with age, but otherwise intact. The writing is neatly uniform, written by a practised, educated hand.]

28th Sun’s Height 216

Mother and Father spend the morning arguing, as has become their usual, so I spent the day with Uncle Melar rather than attending my lessons with Mother. She’ll be so busy being furious with Father, I imagine she won’t even remember. And if she does remember, Melar will surely speak on my behalf.

Things have definitely been much more tense as of late. Staying in the house is becoming unbearable. Father accuses Mother of being more interested in Redoran politics than her own family, Mother accuses him of apathy that weakens our House. It’s hard not to take sides. 

I hardly see Mother unless I visit her at her office, and even then she refuses to speak of anything but House affairs. Sometimes it feels like I’m less of a child to her and more of an investment for our future. The son who will set House Redoran on it’s ear, or at least that’s what she envisions for me. And I worry about Father’s habits lately. He disappears into the town for hours at a time and comes home with the strangest smells on his person. And it’s not matze. I’m worried he’s turning to skooma due to the stress of constantly fighting against Mother.

Perhaps I should have said something to Uncle Melar. I’ve always been able to speak to him about a great many things, and he is one of the few who I can speak to openly without fear of judgement or reprimand.But Mother and Father are both very proud. I doubt they’d be happy if I asked Melar to insert himself into our family’s affairs, and it might end up doing more harm than good.

I’ll speak with Father tomorrow. Perhaps being able to talk to me will ease his burden and make skooma a less tempting option.

5th Last Seed 2E 216

It finally happened. The fight to end all fights. Father is leaving tomorrow morning and is already packing his things... And so am I. My Father may not be ideal, but at least he has not divorced himself so entirely from his family that House Redoran is all he has left. I’m still concerned about his forming habits - I can see he is trying since we talked - but I won’t stay in Suran. Not whilst she is here.

After Father announced his intentions, Mother swiftly turned to me - for the first time in months - and demanded to know if I also intended to sully our family name. It was oddly satisfying to inform her that she was the one who destroyed the name Serethi, and even more so to see the look on her face. I’d not seen her so thunderstruck since I copied that argonian phrase as a child. Only this time was not met with a swift reprimand. Instead it was met by silence followed by the slamming of the door as she returned to her office.

May she find it as empty as the Void.

We depart for Sadrith Mora in the morning. Perhaps under the guidance of Ayem we will be able to lay the foundations of our new beginning.

[The later entries are markedly different from the earlier, the handwriting a little less uniform with increasing mentions of the author’s struggles with her father’s growing skooma habit. The pages are occasionally blotted with tear stains, and the next entry is undated and written in a shaky, almost indecipherable hand with smears of what appear to be blood.]

The Cammona Tong finally ran out of patience for Father. They jumped just along the coast and shoved me into the back of their caravan. To teach him a lesson, they said. I’ve never been so scared in my life. 

The smell of sulfur is almost overwhelming, even though it’s been nearly two weeks. My skin won’t stop bleeding. I can barely see what I’m writing. Even the smallest amount of sunlight makes my eyes hurt more than I can say.

Father is distraught. Every moment he’s at my side, he’s either in tears or on the verge of them, unable to process what the Tong did to me for his mistakes. He’s sworn off the damned skooma, at least. Promised he’ll work hard to repay his debts to the Tong and to every damned dealer he owes money. It won’t heal me, no amount of magic has, but it’ll make up for what I’ve been through on his behalf. Or at least I hope it will. I didn’t much like what I saw in the mirror already. This isn’t an improvement.

[The next entry is barely anymore readable than the last, but is free of blood smears at the very least.]

3rd Midyear 2E 218

It’s been over a month since I left Sadrith Mora. Since I found that damned s’wit and his fucking pipe. He promised me there would be no more skooma after what the Tong did to me. Well, it’s good to know that I’m as valuable as guar shit to him. Saves me a lot of time trying to justify his habits anymore.

I just can’t believe I wrote to Mother of all people. I can imagine she was practically cackling to herself in glee when she got my letter. She’ll be full of ‘I told you so’s’ and will be all too happy to remind me that duty to House Redoran is above all else. 

Well, we’ll see how long that lasts. I just need a place to stay a while and make some coin before leaving for the mainland. I’ve had enough of Vvardenfell. It’s brought me nothing but misery. The further I am from here, the happier I’ll be.

15th Midyear 2E 218

I’ve had a change of plans, and I couldn’t be happier for it. During my journey to Suran, I met the most fascinating nord, a young woman calling herself Astrid. She was struggling to dispatch a few cliff striders that had attacked her camp and I stepped in to help. What magic I learned from the Telvanni has evidently been worth the effort.Astrid was very grateful to me and offered me a place in her camp for the night. It’s preferable to curling up beneath a rock and praying to the Three that nothing gnaws my legs off in the night, so I accepted. 

We sat at the fireside, talking as we ate fresh kwama eggs, and something about her made me want to tell her everything. Perhaps it was magic, now with what I know about her, or maybe it was just being so tired of having no one to turn to since leaving Suran, but I told her anyway. About my struggles with being the son my parents had dreamed of, with their constant arguing and the way their marriage fell apart, my father’s struggles with skooma, and how he carried on with the stuff even after the Cammona Tong’s warnings.

It felt very much like talking to Uncle Melar because rather than interject her own opinions like so many people do, she simply sat and listened and only spoke when I was finished. She asked me my name, and when I told her it was Venaryn, she laughed and said ‘no silly, I mean the name you want to be called.’ So I told her I wanted to be called Venaya. She then asked if I truly wanted to returned to Suran and my mother. I told her no, that I didn’t want anything to do with the place, and she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Astrid is a cultist, a member of a cell of Nocturnal worshippers, and she offered to bring me to them. I asked, jokingly but also a little seriously, if she intended to sacrifice me. But she held my hand and, with the utmost sincerity, told me that she wished to repay me for stepping in to save her life by stepping in to save mine.

We’re headed for the coast, and from there we depart for Skyrim. I can’t say for certain if this cult is a wise choice, but wisdom hasn’t exactly done me many favours. At the very least, it couldn’t be any worse than returning to my mother.

[The following entry has returned to being readable - not crisply uniform and formal, but readable and relaxed. The pages as clean, save for a few pressings of wild flowers between the pages and a few (relatively poor) sketches have begun to appear between entries as well.]

28th Sun’s Height 2E 218

It’s hard to believe that just two years ago I was listening to my parents arguing over every little thing. The Twilight Sepulcher is practically a paradise in comparison. Here I study and pray in quiet contemplation, sometimes carrying out tasks for the Night Mistress. My transition continues, and whilst there have been bumps in the road, I am never without the support of my brothers and sisters. Astrid celebrates every milestone I reach with more exuberance than anyone else. Sometimes I think she’s happier than I am with my progress. 

Even now I can’t imagine what my life would be if I’d gone through with that stupid idea to return to Suran. I can only imagine my mother wondering why she never heard from me again. Undoubtedly she was bragging to her colleagues about the return of her wonderful son, only to be humiliated by my non-appearance. I honestly wish I could say it was planned, but part of me hopes it was part of Nocturnal’s plan for me. Some small measured vengeance for the woman who tore that family apart.

As for my father, I don’t know if he’s even alive. Every time I’m tempted to find out, Astrid and the others remind me of what he did to me, and I remind myself that that part of my life is over and the temptation passes. I have a life here. A family. I’m happy, for the first time. Venaryn Serethi is a chapter long since closed. I am Venaya Sero, 

and I won’t let the past take that from me.

[sen--kai]

vounoura mentioned you in a post: @rishiko Is it really? I could’ve sworn that flin...

@ rishiko Is it really? I…

yess it’s imperial and i only know this because i too was researching wild dunmer drinks for my gal to get drunk off :D

[vounoura]

someone remind me later to type out a post abt how I think Tong writs are a fairly rareish occurrence within MW actually (esp. within 3E Tong, where they’re better established) bc of how every GM will have to very carefully weigh the potential consequences of each one (what new power vacuums arise with every death, how the effects of a death ripple out to allies and foes alike, and so on) and how it is rarely acknowledged that the very structure of their organization (an impartial political organization with no strong ties to any single faction yet nevertheless has some of if not the strongest control over Morrowind’s balance of power and status quo) embodies the daedric prince that sponsors them down to the very core of their being

[eyevea]

the urge to draw buff naryu with an elaborate morag tong back tattoo..........

[uniquevocashark]

I was tagged by @delunesnumberonefan! thank you :)

Three ships: this is a hard one since i havent done shipping in a while: lady dimitrescu/mother miranda, chell/glados and uhhhhhh bayonetta/jeanne

First ever ship: im certain it was the main couple from the vampire knight anime. No idea what their names are anymore, i remember it was weird one though

Last song: Lay all your love on me by ABBA

Last film: According to my most recently watched, its Ratatouille

Currently reading: Gideon the Ninth!

Currently watching: Fantasy High Sophomore year, The Book of Boba Fett and the Legend of Vox Machina

Currently consuming: Cordial

Currently craving: motivation so i can finish the worldbuilding i started for an au ill probably never finish. and my girlfriend

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better. @psykopsy @addictedtodinosaurs @chaora @vounoura @pentacass @countdraluka @lissett108 @sedorna @the-doddler

[tovaicas]

Saint, they/them, adult. I interact from @vounoura; I can be found at Rouvastre Leuvechier @ Brynhildr / Crystal.

DRG main, though I compulsively level jobs and play them at varying levels of skill.

Saint plays FFXIV and saint.txt are my general tags. Not spoiler-free - I tend to spoiler tag very generally.

gif-only archive blog is @mjahlar.

I block anything that looks like a bot on sight.

Basic DNI criteria apply. Please note that I am an adult, and I would prefer to interact with other adults.

Current MSQ progress: @ patch 6.4

Sparknotes WoL lore under the cut (HW/SHB spoilers):

Rouvastre de Leuvechier (aka Joranir Tovaica through ARR -> patch 3.2) is my Coerthan-born Ishgardian DRG WoL; they’re agender/genderfluid, use any pronouns, and have two separate in-game models I switch between periodically. Before the Calamity, he was from the Coerthas Western Highlands, and fled to Ishgard proper with her family during the disaster.

Right at the start of 2.0, their family was falsely accused of heresy for in-universe unknown reasons (the situation is murky); Rouvastre managed to smuggle themselves out of Ishgard and was declared a fugitive, while the rest of the family was tried at Witchdrop. As of Nidhogg’s death, he was placed on trial and later acquitted of all heresy charges. She later befriended an ex-Horde wyvern named Drahm Kohr, a major character who now powers their DRG abilities as dragon and rider.

He suffered severe burns while fighting Nidhogg, especially to the inner thighs and hands, and as of EW retains a line of pale scaling and changes to the eyes from the Lightwarden incident - all of which she’s extremely self-conscious about. As of EW they’re primarily a wolstinien wolship, with previous wolchefant/wolsayle in HW.

Rouvastre is largely my vehicle to explore/write Ishgard lore, and given the nature of Ishgardian society (esp. mid-War Ishgardian society), reader discretion is advised.