#whittrets

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[spiribia]

is anyone on cohost

[lilas]

blorbo posts at 12am because I changed his hair again 🤸‍♀️

[gwalafell]

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no thoughts, only whittret

[mintffxiv]

Willow enjoying some beautification!

[thiefseeker]

in ff14rp johnny is adopting giant whittrets instead of going to therapy

[cindernet-explorer]

U'nia Redfeather

B A S I C S

Name: U'nia Redfeather Vairemont

Nicknames: Nia (following the same as Seeker names), "babygirl" (from A'vyra), "cutie" (from her sister)

Age: 27 (as of the end of EW)

Nameday: 32nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Mixed Duskwight/Xaela

Gender: Woman (she/her)

Orientation: Demi Lesbian

Profession: Chef, Wandering Adventurer, Lifter of Women

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Shock white, dyed black. Usually kept extremely long, but has been cut and kept short recently.

Eyes: Bright red with star pupils. Glowing.

Skin: Greyish-Blue, coated in scales (where some are permanently light-scarred).

Tattoos/scars: Coated in blade scars. A paw print tattoo on her ass.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Ameline Vairemont (mama) and [REDACTED] Ino Ahkiba (step-mom)

Siblings: Nabette!! (older sister)

Grandparents: None that deserve to be in her life nor mentioned.

In-laws and Other: No in-laws yet but eventually Alphinaud/Ameliance/Fourchenault (<-that's how you spell his name??)

Pets: I waffle around on whether to make her whittret canon or not, but if so his name is Miso!

S K I L L S

Abilities: Swordsmanship, throwing punches hard enough to crack skulls, weapon summoning and imbuement, generally strong aetheric control, soulsight

Hobbies: Fishing, Cooking, Reading, Photography, Volleyball, Cuddling

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Patience

Most Negative Trait: Self-sacrificing

L I K E S

Colors: Reds and blues! black as well as some darker greens.

Smells: Bergamot, old tomes, sea air

Textures: Engravings (whether in wood or metal), the subtle smoothness of a deck of cards, the warm hands of her partners

Drinks: Mint tea, water, tsai tou vounou, whiskey

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope!

Drinks: Socially

Drugs: Nope!

Mount Issuance: A red draught chocobo named Plantain (because she's too big for a standard one), and a black Yol [Name TBD] (who coincidentally happened to be her sister's. It came to her when she called after completing Bardam's Mettle, as it recognized her.)

Been Arrested: Not officially, because she's escaped arrest each time.

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Tagged by: @hazelkjt (ty!)

Tagging: @bunnyboybosom @prudentfolly @ahollowgrave @verysmallcyborg @nhaneh @hinganskies @selnyam

(no pressure to do these as per usual)

[myreia]

— B A S I C S

Name: Aureia Malathar Nicknames: Aur Age: 28 at the start of ARR, 38 in 6.x. Nameday: 30th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon Race: half-elezen (wildwood), half-hyur (midlander) Gender: female [she/her] Orientation: biromantic asexual Profession: warrior of light, battlemage-for-hire, former spy/operative

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: black with red streaks Eyes: red Skin: pale Tattoos/scars: arcane brand burned into her back

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Elgara Theorzen (deceased, killed in Bozja), Ariv Theorzen (deceased, killed in Garlemald) Siblings: Kallias Theorzen (twin brother), currently alive Grandparents: deceased, names unknown In-laws and Other: married Thancred post-5.0. (impulsive decision, definitely happened too soon), considers Ryne her daughter, considers Urianger her brother Pets: Filo (chocobo), Panu (carbuncle), Isa (white whittret), Nutkin (nutkin)

— S K I L L S

Abilities: DRK/GNB | WHM/SGE | RPR/DRG | MCH | BLM/RDM Hobbies: botany (she's not good at it), training & learning new combat techniques, hiking, wandering in busy cities and taking it all in, river boating, collecting weapons, collecting earrings & rings, magical research

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Traits: determined, self-assured, inquisitive, compassionate for those forgotten and those left behind, loves fiercely and deeply Most Negative Traits: reckless, impulsive, selfish, abrasive, doesn't trust easily, prone to keeping secrets

— L I K E S

Colours: black, dark red, dark blue, silver Smells: the woods after rainfall, pine, the smokiness of a good campfire, saffron, a hint of citrus, the spice of street food in a busy market Textures: supple leather, polished wood, soft snowfall Drinks: tea, coffee, lemon water, orange juice

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: no Drinks: formerly yes, became an alcoholic in Stormblood, is now in recovery and doesn't drink Drugs: no Mount Issuance: Filo accompanies her almost everywhere; she has an amaro on the First (currently unnamed names are hard); occasionally rides a motorcycle or drives another vehicle; when she wants to show off, she shows up on a firebird Been Arrested: yes (several times) 🙃

Tagged by: @ardberts thank you!!! 🖤✨ Tagging: @birues @ishgard @wind-up-nhaama @roguelioness @tsunael @ahollowgrave

[g-alatea]

my wol, Minnow!! ft. Noraxia (she’s fine guys! completely alive. completely fine), her white whittret named Ministry (don’t ask), Alphinaud and Haurchefant : ) she’s a whm who puts others first in a way that is horrendously detrimental to herself. she sacrifices way too much in order to keep everyone alive. until, yeah

[midnightmagicks]

Thank you for the tag @avampyone !! <3

Tagging: Anyone who is interested! <3 If you see this, do it :point:

—𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

Name: E'mal Khama (Birth name: (that he doesn't know) Kari Brotiðgrein/Brotinngrein Nicknames: One(1) single nickname that only @shadesofblades Baatu is allowed to call him: Mally/Molly Age: 55-60 (Give or take. Being adopted at a young age makes this Difficult) Nameday: 25th Sun of the Sixth Umbral Moon (Starlight baby <3) Race: Rava Viera Gender: Trans male Orientation: Gay gay homosexual gay Profession: Travelling entertainer, dancer, and duelist

—𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔

Hair: Black. Very shiny and well taken care of. Eyes: Violet colored right eye and a blinded left eye. Skin: A warm tan-ish tone. Tattoos/scars: A tattoo on his forehead that often hides behind his hair. Two scars on either side of his chest (fantasy top surgery babey)

—𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

Parents: E'dona Khama: Adoptive Mother (Alive) E'wyn Khama: Adoptive Father (Alive) Siege Einar/Vísyr Djt-Rok: Biological Father (Alive! E'mal has no idea though) Sunna Brotiðgrein/Brotinngrein: Biological Mother (Deceased) Siblings: Several. All assumed deceased. Grandparents: Unknown biologically and adoptive. In-laws and Other: Unknown Pets: Wisteria, his darling chocobo and Eclair, his white whittret.

—𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

Abilities: Always one to give his all to a performance, E'mal has mastered the arts of Dancer and Red Mage in combo. He has learned to weave the magicks together to make shows surely able to capture the attention of passing crowds. But more than just street dancing, he is a capable fighter should he need to protect himself. Just....a little more flamboyantly than most. Hobbies: E'mal enjoys baking! He loves making sweets for his friends. He also enjoys fishing though he would NEVER admit that out loud. Another thing he enjoys is singing. That surprisingly doesn't come up as often as one would think in his performances as those are usually focused on the dancing and magic aspects.

—𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔

Most Positive Trait(s): Adventurous and Social Most Negative Trait(s): Self-neglectful and Emotionally Suppressed

—𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

Colors: Red, purple, gold, green Smells: Lavender, sugary-sweet scents, spices (cinnamon, nutmeg, etc etc), leather

Textures: Velvet, Silk, Jewels. Rose Petals, Tree Bark, Fur Drinks: Spiced Teas, Fruity Alcohols, Hot Cocoa

—𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

Smokes: No. Drinks: Occasionally. Socially. Drugs: No. Mount Issuance: His loyal and excitable adventuring companion, Wisteria. The light purple chocobo with an equally dramatic personality to E'mal. Been Arrested: No, but he almost was his first time in Ishgard lmao. Thanks Ezie for preventing that one.

[ishgard]

Send 🐾 to see them with a favourite pet or (animal) mount [for as many of your OCs as you'd like!]

Thank you~!!! <3<3<3

I realized Mana and Ayami have double dupe favorites, so I broke reality and smushed them together! Ayami's buddies are Chiriko (road sparrow) and Senri (fat cat who is basically Nyanko-sensei from Natsume Yuujinchou). Mana's are Sandy the road sparrow, and Muffin the fat cat. Lastly is the most honorable Kero, the whittret Magical Carbuncle.

(Senri and Muffin are telepathically plotting mischief, can you tell?)

(Ahru also has a fat cat named Mochi, but he belongs to the Rising Stones/Revenant's Toll at this point - or they belong to him, rather.)

Arshadaya doesn't really have 'favorites' among his many adopted children, but Aquilo stands out to me. Arsh rescued him as a hatchling from an Ul'dahn noble, (who lost to Arsh at the betting table), and the little creature has been at his side ever since - though, he's not nearly so little anymore.

[FFXIV Screenshot Meme]

[pangolinheart]

FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 17 - THE GLEANER AND THE FROG (EXTRA CREDIT)

Erenville encounters a frog in Labyrinthos that looks suspiciously familiar.

(For today's free day I decided to write the beginning of a totally ludicrous AU where the Warrior of Light gets stuck as a frog for an extended period. This somehow came out of me noting that if one were turned into a frog by Y'shtola, Erenville seems like he would be the most qualified character to help you. He might not know how to fix it, but at least he would recognize that you're not a frog and could possibly tell a trusted adult who could help. Failing that, he's probably not a bad choice of person to care for you for the rest of your froggy days. I may continue to write a few scenes for this little AU with the sorts of mischief Rhiki might get up to as a frog, but we shall see!)

Rating: General Genre: Fluff, nonsense Characters: Erenville, Y'shtola Rhul, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Alisaie Leveilleur. Word Count: 1,583 Content Warnings: None.

There was a series of rustling sounds in the tall grass. Erenville’s ears perked up. Something was running. He tilted his head. Two somethings. Running towards him? He looked up from the requisition form he had been examining, and just as he did a frog exploded from the reeds, propelling itself forward as fast as its legs would carry it. Three seconds later, a whittret came coursing after it, only paces behind. It must have been hungry.

The frog darted past him, but then, oddly, seemed to notice him and pivoted, running back in his direction. Hm? Why did that frog seem… familiar? His suspicion that something was amiss was confirmed when it next did something no true frog would have under such circumstances. With its exceptional leap it launched itself at his leg, connecting with the side of his knee. Its little fingers scrabbled against his pant leg to pull itself further from the whittret’s jaws. The whittret hesitated only a moment before deciding to take its chances. It hunkered back, preparing to lunge and snatch the creature, when Erenville reached down and scooped up the frog with both hands, lifting it far out of the whittret’s reach. The weasel-like beastkin aborted its charge and instead hissed, scampering backwards and then circling, ready to dash forward and snag the frog should Erenville release it, or dive out the way of his hands should he have a mind to try capturing it, as well.

Erenville, looked at the frog in his gentle grasp, then down at the whittret. “I am sorry, my friend. It seems you will have to look elsewhere for your dinner. It is for the best. This is clearly not a very good frog. It would only give you indigestion.”

The whittret, uncomprehending and unheeding, continued to circle, until several sets of much heavier footsteps startled It, and it bolted back into the tall grass.

“Rhiki!” He heard a familiar, if breathless, voice call, and when he turned his head he was not surprised to see one of the white-haired twins who had been accompanying his new “friend” earlier sprinting towards him, followed by her brother and the miqo’te sorceress.

“Did you lose something?” He asked, presenting the frog for her to see. It croaked apologetically in his hands.

The girl in the red jacket finally reached him, bending down to brace her hands on her knees as she painted for breath. “Yes!” She managed, emphatically. “Thank you! Erenville, was it?”

“That is correct.” He nodded. He glanced down at the amphibian hanging limply between his hands, similarly exhausted. “Your friend was close to becoming a meal for a common whittret.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, still catching her breath. She looked up at the frog and scowled. “Rhiki! You mustn’t run off like that! You’re going to get hurt! Or eaten!”

“And it would serve her right if she did,” By now, the sorceress had joined them. Having not pursued as frantically, her voice was still calm and even. She affixed the frog with a disapproving stare. “You may find our debates on the nuances of aetherology dull, but if you insist on wandering off to have your own… froggy adventures, it is you who will bear the consequences. You are fortunate that Erenville was here to come to your rescue this time.”

The frog emitted a dejected ribbit.

Erenville looked up to the woman, then back down at the frog. “I did not realize that such transmogrifications occurred so frequently in your line of work.”

“They don’t!” The other elezen, the boy in blue, piped up. Though he had fallen behind his sister he still sounded winded. “We don’t know what happened! Y’shtola transformed us to… well, I’m sure you remember. You were there, after all. After that, the spell wore off and everything was fine. Until, all of a sudden, Rhiki just changed back!”

The sorceress – Y’shtola, he presumed – crossed her arms and drummed her fingers against her sleeve in thought. “Even had I re-cast the spell when the second transformation occurred, its effects should have dissipated by now. No, something has gone awry, though I know not what.”

“I see,” Erenville said. Aetherology had never been his field of study, but he could see what the problem was, and he seemed to know as well as they did what its cause might have been. “Do you currently possess the means to reverse the spell’s affects?”

Y’shtola hummed thoughtfully. “At present, no. I shall have to contact Master Matoya. Mayhaps she will be willing to share some insight. I doubt any scholars currently residing in Sharlayan will be as knowledgeable, but there may be tomes within the Studium’s library that could yield answers. Z’rhiki’s aether has undergone periods of instability in the past, so it is highly possible that a similar phenomenon is at play here. In the worst-case scenario, we may have to identify a solution through trial-and-error, though I am loathe to attempt anything that might cause further fluctuations in her aether.”

“A-anyway, thank you again for saving Rhiki,” the girl in red said, having composed herself somewhat. “We’re sorry for troubling you again. We can take her back now. We’ll try to keep a closer eye on her until we can find a way to fix this mess.”

Once again, Erenville gazed down at the creature. Frogs possessed no complex emotions, so it was difficult to tell what the amphibious imposter might be thinking. He frowned, deliberating for a moment, before responding:

“No. Absolutely not.”

“I- What?! Surely you must be joking! What do you mean 'Absolutely not'?!” The boy stammered, eyes wide and concerned.

Erenville shook his head calmly. “I do not think that course of action is wise.”

“And why is that?” Y’shtola asked. Her voice remained mild, though a chill had crept into it. She would hear him out, at least. If she did not care for what he had to say....

He inhaled. “Your friend may not know how to behave like one, but in this form they share all of the limitations and requirements of a true frog. Frogs are amphibious; they require access to water. Their skin must remain moist, or it may break, and they can become very ill. This subspecies is native to a sub-tropical climate, which means it will suffer if the temperature drops too low for too long. These are just a few of the many considerations one must make when caring for such a creature. Do you know what diet is appropriate for this type of frog? Do you know the best way to handle it so as not to injure it? Have you ever cared for an amphibian before? Have you ever cared for any animal before?” He scanned the varying levels of discomfort on their faces. “No, I will care for the fr- our friend. You should focus your efforts on finding a way to reverse the spell’s effects.”

“You needn’t go to such trouble,” Y’shtola attempted to assure him. “We wouldn’t want to disrupt your work any further. I am certain we could make arrangements-“

He shook his head. “It is no trouble. I will remain in Sharlayan for a while longer, attending to matters here. It will be of little consequence for me to care for them for a short while. Your friend has informed me that I am her friend, so you can consider this a favor to a friend. It would put my own mind at ease, and free yours so that you may devote all of your attention to finding a solution.”

“I… suppose that does sound rather practical,” the boy said thoughtfully. “You did say you were an expert in frogs, did?”

“Yes,” Erenville nodded solemnly. “Frogs, and many other plants and animals.”

The girl in red looked between her brother and Y’shtola. “Well, we should at least see what Rhiki thinks, shouldn’t we?” She turned back to him and bent down slightly so her eyes were level with those of the frog in his hands. “Rhiki, would you be alright if we left you with Erenville for a while? Ribbit once for yes, twice for no.”

“Ribbit.”

The girl straightened up. “Well, there you have it.”

“It’s decided, then.” Y’shtola said, her voice carrying a sense of finality. “Erenville will care for Z’rhiki for a short time, and we will devote ourselves to counteracting the spell’s effects. Erenville, thank you once again for your assistance.”

He shook his head again, slowly. “Once again, it is no trouble. I will supply you with the address of where I am staying while in Sharlayan. I assure you, your friend will be well looked-after. You may come to claim them when you have found a way to reverse the transformation.” He allowed himself a small smile. “Or, when you have become responsible amphibian owners.”

They took several minutes to finalize the details of the arrangement before the Students of Baldesion, or so they called themselves, readied to take their leave.

“Rhiki, behave yourself. And be nice to Erenville,” Alisaie, whose name he had just learned, instructed the frog, Rhiki, ere they departed. She chirped in response, which seemed to be the best sign of agreement any of them could hope for. With that, the three bid farewell, leaving Erenville standing in the middle of Labyrinthos with Rhiki in his hands.

“Well then,” he said, looking down at her. “I suppose I should find you a suitable tank.”

“Ribbit.”

[spiribia]

i feel like star catcher possibly wouldnt even like cats much. she wouldnt hate them either but its possible shes the kind of person that finds them kind of creepy or thinks they dont love you because every time she tries to pet one it just walks away disinterested and it privately hurts her feelings a little bit though she would never admit this is the reason why. if one ever went up to her and rubbed against her or curled up next to her or something though she wouldnt mind it, or would begrudgingly allow it’s pretty cute. it might even totally fix her in that regard. i feel like she would actually appreciate their style of affection otherwise. thats assuming she isnt actually allergic. she also separately doesnt like coeurls very much because she used to fight them a lot in the gladiatorial arena and even though she developed a proficiency around handling those so it wasnt particularly fear, when she thinks of them she just thinks neutrally unpleasantly of like teeth and claws. shes a huge chocobo person though. she loves those beasts. she could talk all afternoon. 

[nyavren]

Take to the Sky

The secrets of the city of Nym have always fascinated me. From when I was a tiny little girl, I'd heard stories of the Green Death, and how the plague had destroyed everything about the Nymian society. I remember instantly feeling an urge to learn more - not only about Nym, but also about how a single plague could wipe out an entire civilization. It had been the culmination of a centuries-long war...and a true sign that void magic was forever a force of evil.

Word spread that the Maelstrom was recruiting help in studying Nym, and I immediately went to join. I was joined by several others that were fascinated by the War of the Magi, led by a charismatic Elezen named Professor Aeron Fang: a poet laureate who was greatly honored in La Noscea. He'd spent the previous couple decades in Nym as a scholar: a faerie summoner and healer.

He became a confidante to me: someone I greatly admired and wanted to be like. And it was through him and his studies that I came across a soul crystal of my own, buried deep in the ruins of Nym.

Several weeks have gone by now, and I currently sit in Costa del Sol, far from the ruins of Nym. I've been encouraged by the professor to get acquainted with my faerie, who has revealed herself to be named Syea. With her aid, I have discovered an immense power to heal others, and myself, from almost every imaginable affliction.

My little whittret, Winnie, also joins us here at the coast as we enjoy the sun, sand, and calm.

And as I sit here, I await further instructions from the Maelstrom, specifically from my new commander...for now that I have finished my studies in Nym and become a full-fledged scholar, I have been told that I'll be sent to wherever a healer is needed: a battlefield, a hospital, whatever is needed of me.

In the meantime though, I'm quite in love with the peace and quiet here...for as long as it lasts.

[impossible-rat-babies]

4, 17, 21, and 24 for the wol questions? 🫶

ty dani!! <3

[wol ask meme]

4. do they have a canon mount or minion? what's its name(s)?

kinda-ish? there’s mounts that I as a player am attached to, and mounts that would be canon for eyrie lol

their chocobo Gingko is very important to them. they received her along with their soul stone when they finished their training as a free paladin; she’s a descendent of the chocobos that the ishgardian paladins took with them after their exile. they’re known for being a very hardy chocobo and ones cope well with the cold; they are also fiercely protective breed and stubborn to a fault; she listens well to eyrie, but bets are off for other folks. she’s a very close companion of eyrie through much of their time in ARR and throughout heavensward.

later on they end up with the mount Grani. I don’t know how it fits in the lore, but Grani is there and is eyrie’s very important weird “”dog””

they do have the white whittret minion who is named Cricket. it’s actually an accidental familiar—eyrie had no clue for a long time that that was the case.

17. who is their favorite alliance leader? who do they get along with the best out of them?

they enjoy working with Raubahn the best/get along with him very well, but their favorite is Aymeric. the two of them have been close since the Vault and their friendship with each other is something they both value dearly

21. are there any raid storylines (ivalice, coil of bahamut, werlyt, etc.) you consider to be canon for your WoL? which ones don't you consider canon?

canon: coils of bahamut, crystal tower, omega, pandæmonium, myths of the realm + bozja & eureka

loosely connected: eden, werlyt

not canon: ivalice, nier

I dunno man: void ark, alexander, four lords

24. does your wol have any phobias?

no, not truly. but, very young infants freak them out a little/they don’t like touching babies. the smell of pine needles bothers them a lot.

[minarcana]

@ardynzunia // [creates a beast] [puts them in a situation]

a monster barrels forth from a tree, a large blur of black fur. rusi'a shouts upon seeing calem, sprinting for him, then realizes their current situation and attempts to skid to a stop. beast goes ass-over-head with a scrabbling of claw, locomotion not quite figured out. "calem! thank the matron. calem, hey--" rusi'a wriggles, catches themselves in the jaw with a hind paw, and ends up in a pile of themself on the ground.

rusi'a's voice comes from the monster on the ground, now looking pleadingly up at calem. it's their same voice and bright blue eyes, but the rest of them is a large black beast that physiologically seems to be a blend between tiger and whittret, a bit longer than a man is tall. "please do not stab me. it's me, you know, good pal rusi. i've been looking for ages for somebody i know— i need some help." clearly. not used to their current length or anatomy, rusi'a is trying very hard to untwist themselves and get up. "uhm. you'll help me, right?" at least their pleading expression is still cute enough to earn some pity points, right? right? please. they hope.