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worldformula · 8 months

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complicated relationship with Aymeric you say 👀 I would love to hear about it

also do you have a blank version or link to the blank version of that “characters who are just like my WOL fr” chart it intrigues ms greatly. I love that it’s specific about what exactly the inspiration from the characters is.

Here’s a link to the .psd because the framing layers makes it a bit hard to use as a regular png. Go nuts!

As for Aymeric…

Long story short, they never fostered an actual real relationship before just getting in the nitty gritty of intimacy because it is my religious belief that Aymeric is deeply repressed like a Catholic maiden and Utushama kept just leaving for MSQ immediately the day after they’d fool around. Utushama assumed they were on the same page (this wouldn’t work because they have conflicting responsibilities) (this is also kind of an excuse, he’s starting to develop a pattern of starting something, ditching ASAP, and then using MSQ as a noble excuse) but they weren’t really. I love to pretend Lucia is mad at him for this because it made Endwalker kind of funny. Usual spoiler warning for everything ahead!

Short story long, after the Dragonsong War’s end, they kept things entirely professional including their dinner and dealing w the aftermath of it all but were slowly (and I mean SLOWLY) building a tension between them like it was a Victorian period drama. Like, a show of ankle would give Aymeric a heart attack at this point. So they had two days of building up to this that no one in the world could’ve possibly guessed was any kind of build up to anything followed by one night of Halone-dishonoring acts (initiated by Utushama because why not. Why not hit and run the beautiful President of Dragon Catholics City after you saved them all. Especially after increasingly escalating moments of barely repressed interest). And immediately after, without explanation or any warning, Utushama left for MSQ, with the assumption that they were both in agreement that they couldn’t have an actual relationship because one of them loves their country more than anything else in the world and the other is a traveling adventurer. He didn’t say this because it was so obvious to him but Aymeric was obviously left a little confused and feeling slightly abandoned but bigger things at stake, y’know.

And then they meet again when Ala Mhigo is liberated because all the Eorzean Alliance leaders are there and Utushama is feeling very disoriented and bad because Zenos just killed himself in front of him, denying him of any closure to the distress he’s been feeling for all of Stormblood. And they are once again very professional as if they hadn’t explored each other’s bodies that one time. Aymeric invites him to dinner again and when the subject of trying to define their relationship is brought up, Utushama deflects by hitting him point-blank with the “ok, do you want to do that again” and Aymeric is flustered enough by this that despite being a very savvy politician, the Catholic maiden part of him overrides the many slightly orange flags. Once again, Utushama slips away without warning immediately after.

They don’t speak again until right after the Ghimlyt Dark, wherein canon provided me a lovely moment of quiet between the two of them. Utushama, being injured, is then unable to escape from this conversation that Aymeric begins, wherein Aymeric himself first confesses to hoping to be something more serious, to which Utushama answers in a manner that is between bafflement and regret that they weren’t ever going to be a thing (because again, he thought they were on the same page about this). Aymeric is sad but can see the logic in this and admits that Utushama deserves someone who cares more about him than their political responsibilities, who could and would follow him to the ends of the earth. (There is no reason for him to be so self-deprecating on the matter because it’s not as if he were the one at fault for this, but Utushama just has a way of making people feel bad for wanting reasonable things from him. It’s kind of cruel of him but he also is entirely unaware that he’s doing this.) This is a fun bit of foreshadowing for me personally because this could mean anyone but should the monkey’s paw curl, that sure does describe a certain horrible prince he despises. But after accidentally doing all that to Aymeric, maybe he does deserve to be tormented. Just a little. I’ve been following a sort of narrative path wherein anyone who likes Utushama for being a hero figure can’t actually get with him for good because they’re enabling his bad habits and it’s going to end badly.

Anyway, all this made the Endwalker casting quests very fun because they just kind of josh around lightly and even reference their old fling without it being a whole thing and it feels like the weight of whatever they were doing is off Aymeric now so he’s able to be confident and normal again. If they ever fool around again post-Endwalker, it’s noticeably different because Aymeric has moved past the whole blushing maiden for the hero role. Utushama is admittedly kind of. Strangely sad to see him move past him but by then knows that it was probably for the best. It’s just hard for him to even metaphorically feel like he’s the one being left behind. And Lucia is no longer mad at him but it’s really funny to let him keep thinking she is!

So yeah, his relationship with Aymeric is kind of tangled and convoluted and despite indulging once or twice, he doesn’t actually seem to like talking about it beyond whatever’s professional because he’s just very private. I’ve no idea what the general consensus is on Aymeric and Estinien’s relationship but I imagine it was much more straightforward than this. Utushama inadvertently projects and assumes it was just as complicated based on the way Estinien talks about Aymeric in MSQ tidbits but I think it’s funnier if it was actually relatively tame and Estinien is just being dramatic.

#ask #anonymous #ffxiv #I am constantly fighting for my life between ‘I ❤️ scumbag princely heroes’ and ‘hh;e DI;dn’t mmean to’#one thing I can always promise you is this: when it comes to my wol love will always lose #I had a dream I answered this ask with just an image of Aymeric as a soy marinated chicken?#anyway thank you ❤️ YAYYY

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therealdesastrffxiv · 2 months

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So! I played with Allagan lore and made a vampire/mermaid hybrid (chimeral vampires). If people are curious, I can share my lore building.

Anyhow! Meet Apollo in his true form. He's beautiful :D

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somakaigo · 9 months

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The Gposes I made for @mindoveranti-matter 's Vitya! for the ffxiv swap event!

sorry it took a while when these are relatively simple gposes ^ ^, but i still hope you like them! (your wol is adorable thank you for trusting me with him!)

some extra stuffs below

felt bad for how long these took so did a rlly quick doodle ajegvbiuaegbvi

#ffxiv swap #ffxivswap #other wol #hopefully i did vitya justice aubveuija #also bc of vitya's hat his heart lowkey looks like...yeah #also thank you for the meet my wol sheet it was very helpful!#gonna post this in discord later but for right now im just gonna let it marinate #alright! gonna post this and then immediately go offline✌️

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ratsexist · 1 year

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i am thinking about tethra zheva . . . .

this catgirl is such a fucking loser, she creates all her own problems. she contracted with a voidsent and then cried abt it when she was forced to eat people. cringe.

tethra zheva has posted cringe and i have continually evolved her lore and pretended RPR was always an option bc i have her timeline pretty damn clear in my head of like

Pre HW - > HW: Rogue, ‘til the come of the revolution and she was called back. Post HW - > SB: Tethra contracts with Bakasura in order to give her the strength to liberate Ala Mhigo, to give her the ferocity needed to liberate her people from their oppressors. Sheenshrouds for the first time at the Wall during Ilberd’s attack.

SB (during the revolution) she returns home after the clarion call and the wall came down as a mercenary, she’s Very Despaircore here, she should be having fun liberating her homeland but instead she’s uh losing her fucking mind and cannibalizing the corpses of friend and foe alike because a monster is pulling her strings

she’s eventually given her DRK soulstone around this point by a roving viera from dalmasca who saw that it would heal her heart as it had healed his own

she goes on to be DRK and figure her shit out, stand up when it matters and means something

i have thought...so much about her Fray...and will probably be writing and posting the fic i wanted to make of Tethra confronting the DRK 80 quest and what it means to her to overcome her trauma

i fucking love dark knight, i love this stupid cat

(yoshi p please stop talking though)

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv balmung #dark knight #drk #warrior of light #wol #shut up i love this loser cat #reaper #rpr #look tethra as a reaper is a really fun concept because it just triples her worst aspects and makes her a violent monster. it's just trauma #also to tell you how much stronger than any us marine i am #my wolship is wolyse #i'm strong #god's strongest lesbian

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iffylogic · 8 months

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Thankya kindly for the tag @riinoaheartilly! 😁✨

Currently reading:

Aerti week fics (I wish I could have participated damn it) and some Zenos/WoL fics. I have some actual physical books in the list, but they're a ways off.

Currently watching:

Star Trek: Lower Decks just started its fourth season and I already love the first two episodes! This show completes me, both Mariner and Tendi are my heroes. ;_;

Next in line on my watch list:

Everything Everywhere All At Once, but honestly my "watch next" list has been stagnant for a while (like most other things in my life 😅). Most likely I'll just find more Stargate SG1 episodes to rewatch.

Current obsession:

I just started Final Fantasy XIV and am scrambling to catch up, which is fairly intimidating when I see ✨10th Anniversary✨ icons over some NPCs' heads in major cities, lmao. I'm making a mental list of scenes I want to doodle Adventurer Carmine™ reacting to. Don't know if I will, but the list is there. XD

Tagging @promised-meadow @hka2003 @pinnadraws @rayless-reblogs @kurandoinugami @rubybahamut and @alkonoststorm, unless you don't want to!

And if you want to but aren't listed, yes you are. 💖

#meme thing

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autumnslance · 1 year

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WoL Job Tiers

Saw this on Twitter, it's a Tiermaker chart of how good one's WoL actually is at the myriad jobs and classes available currently in FFXIV.

And since these are OCs with the power of God and Anime on their side, well we can do what we want...

Answers are In Character, as I have a couple Omni-Job characters, like the weirdo I am...

DARK AUTUMN

The Hellsguard is very good at the martial jobs originating in Gridania, Archery and Lance. She's not an actual Dragoon, but she is an exceptional Bard. And a very good Warrior, channeling some suppressed rage into protective ability. Dancing is one she took to surprisingly well, seeing it as tied closely to her Bardic skills.

Dark is the OC who handles many of the Crafting and Gathering stories and is the best at those, while having varying competence at other martial skills. I've noted before she isn't capable of magic beyond a few rudimentary cantrips. Her large family and their fields and orchards are responsible for quite a few of her tradeskills--and her willingness to learn different ways to tussle with someone.

And while she can swing a giant sword or scythe quite well, she would never make a pact with a voidsent, and Dark Knight reliance on magic leaves it low on the list.

C'ORETTA KHELL

Catgirl has a few things she is very good at, due to her growing up in the shadow of the Coliseum with the early emphasis on certain skills, like pugilism and dancing, though going so far as a Fist of Rhalgr or learning the Kriegstanz were unexpected. She's far more intelligent than many realize, given her hyperactivity and seemingly short attention span when seeing her in casual conversations. She can support her gemcraft hobby, and again it focuses mostly on her exposure in Ul'dah's upper middle class and the freedom to learn multiple things as desired.

She hasn't taken the time or interest in other skills. And for the Traders' sake, don't let that woman near a stove; Singing Willow has tried and given up. C'oretta's the kind that relies on take out and easy, ready-made foods, and the generous concern of her friends, lest she scald the pots trying to boil water.

IYNA CAULD

Iyna's simple; driven to excel at her chosen disciplines and with the Viera lifespan to manage it. Red Mage is high as it is cuz she can grasp the concept of combining her Black and White magics with sword work--though those magics were a bit of a surprise, after her time in the Empire. Reaper I debate her actually leveling, as she spent decades in Garlemald and was always looking for ways to buck authority. She knows how to forage for supplies, she lived in the East long enough to get some knowledge of the Samurai methods, and Geomancy and Astrology are linked so she has basic ideas. On arriving in Eorzea, she spent some time learning from the Marauder's Guild, but never progressed to Warrior nor Nymian Marine.

She's figuring out what hobbies even are, so other skills she hasn't bothered much with, though considers learning metalworks to better maintain her own tech and weapons, as Eorzea isn't quite as convenient in that regard as the Empire. Creative skills or the advanced academics of the Arcanist classes, however, is well beyond her capabilities or interests.

AERYN STRIKER

Exceptional (Broken) Anime Protagonist Alert! Aeryn's always taken to combat skills with an exceptional and disturbing ease that sometimes makes her nervous; learning what she did in the First and Elpis made some of that make sense, she supposes.

She spent much of her youth studying any and all forms of magic, but with difficulty in execution until after the Calamity, giving her a base in fundamentals so when she did, she blossomed. Until then, however, she focused on her martial skills, and cross applies much of what she learns to each one of them. The ones she focuses on, though, tend to be natural inclination or a drive to succeed.

Dragoon she now thinks came so easily due to the connection to Avengret and how that affected Aeryn's Inner Dragon. Fishing is entirely Ardbert's fault; she'd barely touched a fishing pole before the First.

Everything else is dabbled in for familiarity, or hobby level and there just isn't the time or interest in mastering those skills.

Aeryn's a perfectionist and rather driven. And doesn't sleep quite as much as she should (until she crashes out for a bit, anyroad).

(OOC BUT STILL IN GAME: LYNMARS, THE PLAYER)

(Look I may have leveled everything in this game--sometimes multiple times even--but that doesn't mean I know what the heck I'm doing beyond "proc lights up, push button." Also I have tiny hands, poor physical dexterity, and a wretched perception score. I know in theory how most of them should work, execution is a whole other matter.)

#Final Fantasy XIV #Memes #silliness #blogging #about me #Dark Autumn #C'oretta Khell #Iyna Cauld #Aeryn Striker #Disciples of the Land #Disciples of the Hand #Disciples of War #Disciples of Magic #long post

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moraygrotto · 2 years

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omggg can I please have a burpy jade story???? I'm so thirsty for him I love him so much

OF COURSE!!!!!

Jade burping + belly inflation fic ft. Floyd (NOT SHIP) + referenced ambiguous ship of your choice at the end :O

in which jade trains himself to eat spicy food + drink soda!

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Jade had four things: a spicy sandwich, a large bottle of soda, an evening to himself, and a plan.

His stomach growled loudly. Although he had eaten lunch, the meal he had taken was nowhere near enough to compensate for the busy day, and now, at the day's close, he was starving. This was by design— his plan for the night involved the entirety of his sandwich and as much soda as he could force down.

It would be half experimentation, half endurance training. Spices such as hot pepper and wasabi were rare and expensive under the sea, and over the multiple years Jade had spent on land, he never stretched his spice tolerance if he could avoid it. As for soda, inside the tall, thick bottle lay an embarrassing truth about Jade: he had barely any experience drinking carbonated liquids at all.

The first time he had touched soda was a plastic cup of cola at some orientation party when he was younger. It had hurt! Jade could not conceive why anyone might enjoy a drink that so stabbed the tongue, and nevertheless it was one of the most popular ways for land dwellers to hydrate. There were a few analogues in marine cuisine —numbing secretions, crunchy exoskeletons, and intoxicating venom— which Jade could stomach, but none were so immediately violent as carbonation. Sooner or later, he figured, he must train himself to enjoy it.

The soda was yellow, pineapple flavored, lightly carbonated as per his research, and the sandwich was stuffed tight with sauce and earthly nutrients: daikon and beef, tofu and cucumbers, basil, carrots, and much more. It would be spicy— he had requested it specifically of the chef.

Jade knew, knew that this experience would be painful. Nevertheless, he could only yearn fiercely for his dinner, for the smells of spices wafting up and the sweet soda waiting patiently for him inside its vast bottle. He remarked that his stomach had taken control of his brain.

Spots of oil had seeped through the sandwich's white deli paper. As he always hated the sensation of grease on his bare fingers, he picked it open very carefully.

One long inhale filled Jade's lungs with the savory smell. He opened his mouth wide.

The bread gave a very pleasing crunch, then squish as Jade's jaws snapped tight around it. For a moment, all he could feel was sweet relief that he was eating, that he was getting food, and for a moment, before the spices hit, he could hang in the glory of feeding. Soon, however, the capsaicin crashed down upon his tongue.

It was not excruciating; he had tried spicier foods that had nearly incapacitated him, but it was a strong nip nevertheless. He chewed and gulped his bite down, sucking in cold air after it.

Surely a sip to drink would help.

The pineapple soda hissed as he unscrewed the cap, and as he poured a measure into his glass, bubbles rose and droplets pinged from the liquid's surface onto his most unfortunately gloveless hands. If this was lightly carbonated, what did normal people take?

He took a heavy draft, trying to chase the spice from his tongue, and it worked, a little bit. In its own way, however, the drink was uncomfortable. The moment he opened his mouth after swallowing, a garbled burp clawed back up, utterly unattractive, having barely touched his stomach.

Normal people enjoyed this.

Setting aside his meal, Jade furrowed his brows and resolved to experience more of the drink, in spite of the heat. He took another mouthful, and let the bubbles pop on his tongue. It was... bearable. Still, he could not fathom enjoying it.

The next bite of sandwich burned just like the last. In his limited experience with spicy things, the flavor tended to get more intense as one ate. Hence, the thought crossed him that he should simply wolf the entire thing down as quickly as possible— it would be ungentlemanly, but no one was watching.

Pressing a finger to his mouth as another burp tried to escape him, he frowned. No, this would have to be a slow process. But how he longed to let gluttony overtake him...

Once more, he took to chewing through his food, attentive but industrious. Amidst the spice, the tough-then-silken texture of a chunk of tofu passed his teeth and tongue, not dissimilar to the feeling of biting into a raw invertibrate.

Truly, it was delicious. He was still so hungry.

After the spice became too much to bear, he gulped down the half-chewed meat still in his mouth, and washed it down with the remainder of the soda in his cup. Regardless of the churning in his stomach, he filled another glass.

It was only after a pause did the burp from this sip make itself heard— Jade's eyes went wide as it lurched up his gullet; he had somehow managed to forget this effect of soda whilst digging into his solid food.

All of his swallowed food was safe inside him, though his stomach still prickled with what must be more gas. Seized by an impulse in a way most uncharacteristic of how he acted on the outside, he took another vast swig of his drink. It simply added to the sparkling pressure inside him. This was an endurance test, after all.

As Jade ate, his body began to show signs of the exertion. His face was hot, and his nose required frequent dabs with his napkin, having begun to run.

Finally, mouth opened to take in another searing bite, a vast belch burst out of him. It would have been attractive, had it not come from such pain. Only after a moment, however, did Jade realize the pressure in his stomach had faded immensely. The thought of stuffing more sandwich into his mouth now felt painful merely for its spice level, not for the space it took up in his belly. He felt so good. Face still burning and sandwich still in hand, he slumped back in his chair, and let out a sigh. He could never be seen in public eating like this. Part of him wanted to be seen in public eating like this.

Utterly careless of looks, now, he stuffed another large bite into his mouth, followed by some soda, and let himself belch naturally right after. There was a slight gooey feeling around his mouth— extending his tongue, he cleaned off some sauce from his lips' corners.

For a moment, Jade assessed how wrong it felt to act so slovenly. A dissociative haze passed over his mind as he tried to convince himself that it was he with sauce on his face, he who was belching openly whenever his stomach so requested. As a moray eel, he had fine-tuned his manners over the years to be accepted by larger society, so acting like anything other than a polite gentleman still triggered something inside of him, telling him stop, stop, you are already enough of an outcast.

But right now, he impressed upon himself, he was blissfully alone. He was free to get full and fat and to make a mess of himself, and his clean and courteous persona would be waiting for him the next day.

After a third cupful of soda, he was more than halfway finished with the bottle. His lips, mouth, and throat felt thoroughly abused, and he was finally reaching the end of his sandwich.

"My, I've done a good job," he soothed himself, touching his belly gently. It gave a gurgle in response, and soreness bloomed from the spots where his fingered touched.

He almost missed the searing sauce and crunchy bread as the sauce-soaked final few mouthfuls went down his throat. It had been utterly delicious, but violently spicy at the same time— a meal after Jade's own heart. Jade, however, still felt fine. He had to change that.

Holding the bottle in both hands, Jade forsook the cup and chugged it straight from the neck, willing himself to take more of this beverage into him, filling him up tighter.

His belly sang with pain when he allowed himself to put the bottle down, and after a short pause, a loud, malformed burp tore up from the cool swirl of fresh liquid within him.

There it was. He felt like a balloon now, filled to the brim, no longer a person but a vessel. The spice had not worn off the inside of his mouth, and after the drink, it hurt even more. Setting the bottle down, he stood, dusted off his clothes, let up a quiet string of gurgling belches, and crawled into bed.

He let his shoulders relax as he gave a deep sigh. His stomach wailed with tightness, and it was almost hard to breathe. Poor, poor Jade, he thought to himself. Poisoned by carbonation, like a bloating curse placed upon his belly.

Tentatively, he gave his belly a touch. The pressure still hurt, but it was not violently painful. Kneading the area carefully, he realized that it almost felt good.

Blissed out by his own touch, he let himself fall into a postprandial torpor, mindlessly rubbing his gut.

—GrrRRrrUUUuoORP!—

The sound from his stomach shook him awake. He had grown more comfortable, but now all he felt was tight.

It must be...

Groggilly, Jade rose to a seated position, and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.

He was alone, he reminded himself, and it was halfway through the gargantuan belch flowing up from his stomach that he uncovered his mouth and let it spill into the air.

Burping felt so good. The gas felt so good, so much different than his native liquid. In spite of the dry world's less savory aspects like chapped lips and lightning-quick gravity, Jade enjoyed breathing, moving through the air, and savoring the feeling of it rushing up and out through his mouth.

A second burp followed, and Jade tried to press more out, but with no success and a now only comfortably full belly, he flopped back down in bed and let out a soft sigh.

He had truly just stuffed a whole meal inside himself, hadn't he?

In the Coral Sea, it was much more common practice to snatch up whatever one could get one's hands on, and gobble it down fast. He had long since, however, adapted to savoring his food, not letting the tender softness of cooked meals lend itself to rapid consumption. He felt packed full in a way he had almost forgotten.

Lying in bed, Jade realized with regret that he was thirsty. But no, he would not drink water like his body so desperately desired. His desk was right next to him, but the pineapple soda was on the other end; he would have to forsake this comfortable position.

Letting a groan escape him, he rolled out of bed, and stumbled upright. He had inflicted this upon himself. How delicious.

All of a sudden, the contents of his stomach churned loudly, and a vast chunk of gas began spilling upwards, through his mouth and out of him. He could barely contain it; air moved so much faster than water; he gripped the back of his desk chair with one hand and clutched at his stomach with the other, letting the burp keep rolling out of him before concluding with a wet "—gUUuurrgghph...".

In that moment, Jade could barely think, he was once more just a vessel for... this. As he drew a subsequent breath it and let it out as a thick sigh, however, the food in his stomach shifted down into place, and he realized how much better he felt. Most of the painful tightness had evaporated, his insides felt warm, and the spicy taste in his mouth had dulled to a pleasant glow.

He gave his belly a prod, and a little burp came out. There were certainly more left, and he was about to put more inside himself, but he no longer had to grit his teeth against their press. The inside of his mouth bore the sweet taste of pineapple.

As he straightened up, there came a creak. He spun around to face the door, and was greeted with a familiar face. Leave it to Floyd to forgo knocking before entering Jade's room.

"Hey, Jade, was that you?" He sauntered inside and sat down on the bed, leaving Jade to close the door behind him.

"Yes," he replied, not bothering to deny it.

Floyd grinned. "I haven't heard you burp like that in ages!" His eyes fell upon the bottle, which Jade had snatched up. "Oh, are you drinkin' soda? No wonder. That stuff's so bubbly; bounces all over the place in my tummy."

Jade's eyes went wide. "This variety specifically, or—?"

"No. Soda in general." Floyd kicked his sock feet, tossing around the edges of Jade's blanket. "Feels good to let 'em out," he added.

"Indeed," Jade replied, and, sitting down at his desk, began to pour himself another glass.

He had not screwed the bottle's cap back on before an arm shot out before him. "I want some," said Floyd. "Gimme that."

"No," Jade said, reflexively hugging it close to his body. "It is mine."

Floyd froze, and Jade realized his mistake well before his brother's plaintive puppy-dog gaze spread slowly into a malicious smile. "Whaaat," squealed Floyd, "are you tryyying to make yourself belch? You hate soda; you've told me that a zillion times. And—" He sniffed the air. "—spicy stuff, too! Are you training yourself to enjoy all this? 'Course you are. You're always so serious about stuff that should be fun."

"I assure you, I am having plenty of fun."

Floyd rolled his eyes, and flopped backwards onto Jade's bed. "Sure, okay."

Crossing one leg over the other, Jade set down the bottle and began to sip demurely at his drink. "You may leave whenever, Floyd."

"No," he replied, "I wanna hear you burp again."

Jade couldn't hold in a snort of laughter, and almost fulfilled Floyd's request involuntarily before squeezing his throat shut tight. He gave a little cough. "Why?"

"Just 'cause I miss that side of you," Floyd whined.

Unsure whether to feel touched or disgusted, Jade furrowed his eyebrows. "I have always been less outgoing that you."

"Yeah, but now you're all like –Gentlemen, may I take your order?– and –I am well, thank you; how are you?– and it's... annoying."

Jade pouted. "Do I really sound like that?"

"You literally do."

Peering down into the sparkling golden depths of his soda, he sighed. "Alright," he said, "if it will earn me back my privacy—"

As Jade began to empty the cup into his mouth, Floyd sprung upright. "You're really gonna do it? Hell yeah; go Jade! It needs to be a good burp, though, otherwise I'm not gonna leave."

Exhaling roughly, Jade set the empty cup down, and tipped the bottle upside down into it. The remainder splashed out, and Jade quickly gulped the sharp, pointy liquid down.

He pressed his mouth shut, trying to let the gas condense inside his stomach. He once more felt pressurized, dizzy. Truly, how did people enjoy this?

Floyd had fixed him with a leering grin.

Jade sighed. The hefty measure of soda tumbled around impatiently inside him. "Alright," he said, and put into employ every skill he had mastered as a child –albeit underwater– for the task at hand. Rolling his stomach muscles, he jutted his lower lip outward (admittedly this part was easier with only one pair of jaws) and simply let the gas in his stomach flow out. His throat still felt raw, but the belch came up smoothly, long and deep, pure with no reflux of dinner.

After a few seconds, his gaze turned to Floyd, who seemed happy but unsurprised that the low burp was still going. In a show of defiance, Jade opened his mouth wider and squeezed his belly harder, pushing out a more ragged sound that might annoy Floyd, if he was lucky.

At last, he pressed a finger to his mouth and let the eructation finish softly into closed lips. As his stomach rejoiced in all its newfound room, Jade raised his eyebrows at Floyd.

"Was that satisfactory?"

"That was pretty good."

"That's all," Jade said. "If you want another one, I'll have to gulp air to do it."

Flipping his body up to a standing position, Floyd stretched his shoulder joints out with a crack. "Nah," he replied. "I know that look. You want me to leave, and I don't care enough to bother you any more. See you tomorrow, 'kay?"

Jade nodded. "Yes."

Floyd did not move.

"Can I help you?" said Jade.

Staring down at him, he responded in a half-focused tone of voice: "Your tummy's sticking out a li'l bit. If it's still like that tomorrow, I'm for sure gonna tease you about it."

Jade turned, and used his arms to cover his belly, feeling a furious warm-blooded blush creep up his face. He almost gave a scathing remark about how he did not want him examining his body in such a way, but reconsidered. Truly, it should not be any different from saying he had a new haircut, or had gained a bit of muscle on his shoulders, even less personal because of how short-lived his... condition was. Now, Jade could only wonder— what kind of person would he be comfortable with pointing out that his belly was swollen with food? ...And why?

"Hehe, Jaaade," he said. "Are you seriously acting shy about eating and drinking a lot? Come on. Don't be so boring. Eventually we'll go back home together, and there'll be times where we just gotta dig into whatever we can catch. You've already eaten it; no use gettin' all protective over the food now."

Jade blinked. "Ah! Yes, silly me. I was... seized by a moment's possessiveness over my completed meal; indeed."

"Whatever." Finally, Floyd turned and drifted out of the room, shoving his feet back in his shoes before closing the door to the hallway.

In a truly shy manner, Jade gave his belly a pat. Contrary to what he had told Floyd, this lurched a small belch out of him, and he resolved to rubbing his tender, warm stomach for the next short while.

He could do this lying down. The gas would not come up quite as easily, but he was sleepy, and he had earned some rest. Crawling back into bed, he kneaded his fingers into his guts, moving the food around within.

No, no, no, he thought. He had absolutely no desire for anyone else's fingers to do this work. His own were enough. To be touched this way by another, that would feel... invasive. His family most certainly was not allowed to, so who else could?

Rubbing firmly, he let out a small braap of a burp. Nobody could coax burps out of Jade like this. Nobody could push him to his limits, watch with pride as his stomach filled with burning spice and swirling bubbles. Nobody could admire the slight bloat he had achieved. Nobody was allowed to. Only Jade.

#moray writes #burping #please do not tag with any inc*st ship related tags #anyway jades loosely implied crush at the end. can be anyone else #obvs i wrote it with j4de/4zul in mind because i have brainrot but you can read his denial as being j4de/yuu or any other of ur choice :O #N.E.Way im not entirely satisfied with the language in this fic so perhaps sometime in the future ill come back to it and hammer it a lilbit #in the meantime i want to publish it here + enrich my blog

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dragoon-mid-jump · 5 months

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Does your OC/WoL have a canon minion? If so, why that one in particular?

Hi! Thank you!

As far as canon minions go, a lot of the mechanical minions are for Reksh. He's got like, Mini Omega following him around, Mini Alexander, an escaped mammet from the Noumenon, a random Allagan sphere or two, etc. For a short time post-EW, he did have a meerkat...

"Canon" minions for Kouh'to are the ones of certain Primals, but in his in-universe case, they're egi. He also has critters that are more unconventional, like a morbol seedling, goobue sapling, Page 63, the mimic chest, and Nosferatu. He had a little bunny accompanying him for a bit post-EW, too.

Dehlya's minions are mostly birds, like she's Snow White or something. The blue-footed booby was around her for a little bit post-EW. And marine critters, like otters. She's also the one who Midgardsormr bound himself to, but for my canon, that connection gets severed during the Omega Raids.

Alpha is also canon on occasion to both Dehlya and Reksh.

(Prompt!)

#ffxiv #WoL #My WoLs #U'reksh Tia #Y'dehlya Rhikta #WoL Adjacents #Kouh'to Rhikta #stormblood spoilers #endwalker spoilers

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wickedfuncrafts · 11 months

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January's limited scent release is Salt Swept; inspired by Limsa Lominsa. No better place to start The Aetheryte Series than where your WoL started their journey!

Salt Swept combines the scents of sea ozone, marine waters, & coastal musk.

#candles #candle shop #scented candles #final fantasy xiv #limsa lominsa #salt swept #wicked fun crafts #etsysmallbusiness #etsyusa #handmade #warrior of light #pirates #fantasy #Aetheryte Series

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lexenharte · 1 year

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Introducing my WoL (plural)

This will be a long one. To begin with, a little context. While I do not roleplay my characters, I enjoy exploring their stories. My characters are pretty much my babies and I am awfully fond of them all. Back when I first started playing XIV, like any seasoned altoholic, I spent hours in character creator before I emerged from it with several new characters of different races and backgrounds.

After a few days of running around as miqo and elezen, I settled on a female roegadyn by the name of Fair Rowan. In my head I imagined her to be an orphan raised by a mercenary company. Although I was tempted to violently retire the mercenaries and make her a sole survivor (in the spirit of the main character of another game), I figured that was too much trauma for my very first adventurer in the world of Eorzea (I KNEW NOTHING, OK). And so the mercenaries retired "peacefully" due to old age and the last fledgling of theirs was left to fend for herself. My lady roe was strong, beautiful, full of life. Her voice boisterous, her grip strength smashing... I digress. In some ways she was my emotional support during a rather difficult time in life, where I myself also needed to be strong, both physically and emotionally. Her adventure lasted all the way to SHB, during which I had to take a break for about half a year due to irl commitments.

Upon my return, for the first time in years I felt that it was time to make some changes. After many hours of agonising and staring at the fantasia potion, I finally convinced myself with "worst case I'll be buying another fantasia" and soon my main was reborn as Remi, a gorgeous elezen lady with a charming smile. I imagined her to be well-read, skilled both in magics and martial arts, and stalwart in her convictions. While I originally intended for one to pick up the adventuring and all that Warrior of Light business after the other, I did not have the heart to retire Rowan permanently and settled on pretending each of them existed in their own version of this universe. A promptly created alt with her appearance softened the blow.

For Remi, the backstory was a little more elaborate. Having completed HW, enamoured with Ishgard and its many characters, I liked the idea of Remi coming from a minor destitute Ishgardian house, which she would have fled from with her parents and older brother prior to the events of ARR. After a terrible accident at sea, Remi was then picked up by a Limsan pirate ship and brought to the marine city-state. Suffering partial amnesia, separated from her brother (who ends up in the Shroud but that's a story for another day), and not even fully aware that their parents are already dead - she drifts around until she becomes entangled with the Scions.

What I loved about Remi's character the most was that my headcanon was slowly beginning to overlap with the characterisation of the WoL in SHB/EW, in particular during the MSQ cutscenes. I remember feeling amazed by how well animated and alive the WoL seemed during the latter part of the SHB cutscenes. The facial expressions where like nothing we've seen before! And with each cutscene the animation was getting better. It fit so well - as she progressed through the story, Remi was beginning to piece together her memories - rediscovering herself, becoming whole again. The roller-coaster of EW that followed took her to places and people she wouldn't dare to forget. It was truly a beautiful journey, full of regret and longing. And at the end there, right after the cutscene in Revenant's Toll, I had a faint feeling that Remi, too, was getting ready to retire.

I loved her so much! How could I even entertain the notion of retiring her? After nearly a month of agonising and listening to a friend who kept encouraging me with something along the lines of "go bun, you'll love it" I finally caved in. Honestly, viera weren't even on my radar at first. They were pretty, for sure, but somehow did not strike me as particularly interesting. Until one night when I sat down to seriously think about what kind of character my WoL would become this time. I didn't want to simply use fantasia and call it a day - I wanted to know their background and purpose first. The result of this mental exertion was Soren, a mild-mannered quiet viera male who smiles mysteriously and laughs under his breath a lot.

He's gone through a few updates as far as the colour scheme goes, but in terms of story he came out pretty solid right off the bat. While the painfully limited viera lore left a lot of room for interpretation, I wanted to give him a lore-appropriate background but also a valid reason to be outside the Skatay Range. I also wanted to incorporate the fact that I myself am no longer a novice player into his backstory. I have about a thousand words written expanding on his background, which I will share another time. Soren came to Aldenard after spending ten years living in seclusion as a Wood-warder. Although it wasn't a decision that he made lightly, he left his birthplace in search of his exiled mother, hoping to fulfil his father's promise to her in his stead. This search eventually leads him to her last known place of residence, the city-state of Limsa Lominsa, where he later learns that she died during the Battle of Carteneau. Now, this is a very brief summary and it may seem like pretty standard fare, but the extended version contains more details, in particular with regards to his parents and their motivations. I'm hoping to expand on his story through a series of short memory recollections. Sort of, him looking back at the journey so far. A chapter on his youth, a chapter of his time spend in solitude, another on his journey to find his mother's whereabouts and several more during the ARR-EW timeline. I'm planning to go through new game+ just to relive those with him as the protagonist.

It's pretty obvious by now who the favourite child is. While I've only known him for about nine months, Soren grew on me so much that I am even considering throwing out all those unwearable hats that are taking up so much space with my retainers. No, I haven't gone mad. Don't look at me like that. This will be the first time I'm sharing anything about my characters outside a small circle of friends. I keep wondering, will I have the courage to share the stories when they are ready? Or will I keep stashing them away into folders with dubious names in some forgotten corner of my hard drive as usual? Would anyone even be interested in reading this? As much as I like to write because I enjoy the process, some vain part of me wants to share the results hoping someone would find them curious or entertaining. So if anyone manages to get through this post, do let me know your thoughts on the matter.

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #viera #elezen #roegadyn #warrior of light #ffxiv writing #lexenharte #lexenstory

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