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autumnslance · 1 year

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Year of the OTP - May 2023 - Illness

((Prompt List Here. A sick fic, but I avoid details on bodily fluids. 3200 words; a bit shorter than last month! ARR Late Patches.))

Thancred woke coughing, stomach heaving and head pounding like Amalj’aa war drums. His tongue was a slab of sandpaper in his sour mouth, and his stomach spasmed again, the acid rising.

“Here,” a familiar voice said, gentle hands guiding him toward a bucket just as another wave hit. What came out was mostly liquid, and tasted even worse than when it had gone down the night before.

The hands held him steady as he spent a few minutes retching, his minder rubbing the back of his neck.

And not the person he had been expecting.

He took the offered towel to wipe his mouth as she set aside the bucket. He didn’t want to look at her just yet. Not in this state.

“Water?” she asked.

“Please,” he answered. “Not quite ready for my coffee yet, I’m afraid.”

She huffed a brief laugh and stepped away, leaving him leaning over his knees. Sitting up, let alone standing, seemed a terrible idea. He heard the tap running in his little washroom.

From the direction of his fireplace, a piercing whistle sounded, the noise splitting his head, and she cursed in her native tongue as she rushed to stop it.

“What the hells was that?” Thancred asked through the renewed ringing and pounded in his skull.

“Tea kettle. Here,” she said, setting a tray on the nightstand.

There was a glass of water, and a cup of tea steeping now; it took him a moment to identify the scent. “Is that a ginger?”

“For the nausea. Start with the water, I’ll return soon.”

“You don’t have to—”

She gently squeezed his bare shoulder—someone had gotten his shirt and boots off—as she pressed the waterglass into his hands. Then she walked away, his door opening and clicking shut again.

Hells.

He sat on the edge of his bed and sipped the water, slowly, mindful of the empty bucket left nearby; she must have also dealt with that when getting the water. He wasn’t as observant as usual this morning.

So when Aeryn returned a few minutes later, he was sure to look up to give her at least a weak smile. As awful as he felt, she didn’t look much better. Her midnight hair was falling out of its cord, strands wisping around her drawn-in face. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her tanned complexion seemed ashen. She obviously hadn’t changed clothes recently, her rumpled red shirt in need of a good wash. She wasn’t wearing her usual tall boots, and he realized they had been left by his desk, her jacket slung over his chair.

She carried something steaming on a tray, and the scent of chicken broth set his empty stomach to rumbling.

“You’re too kind,” Thancred said. “Were you here all night?”

She set the tray down. “I helped Riol guide you here, but then he was called away on Braves business. You passed out before we got your boots off. I told him I’d stay, since Minfilia’s out.”

A cold sweat broke over him; he didn’t remember her arrival in the Rising Stones, didn’t remember returning to his room, didn’t remember because he had passed out…

“Can you eat?” she asked.

“I…I think so,” he managed to say, swallowing bile of another sort threatening to rise. “Is this…chicken soup?”

She nodded. “Had F’lhaminn make it. Chicken, hard-boiled egg, vegetables, noodles, salty broth, plain toast to help soak it up; all one needs to recover from a hangover. So say the alchemists back home.” Aeryn shrugged. “Always worked for my Papa, anyroad.”

He raised a brow at that as he stirred the broth; it was still rather hot. “A hard drinker, your father?”

She didn’t answer right away. “For a time, after Mama passed. Rashae—my eldest sister—convinced him to stop.”

“I see. Apologies, if I roused painful memories.”

Aeryn shook her head. “It just was.”

He cautiously ate a few spoonfuls. F’lhaminn had outdone herself on so simple a dish for his wretched sake, and his weakened stomach made it easy enough to eat slowly and savor it. He remembered the tea, and took a few sips there, too.

Thancred recalled why it had been so damned easy for Moenbryda to goad him into drinking that strange dark liquor she’d wheedled from a Mamool Ja trader.

“I thought you were in Thanalan?” Preventing yet another attempt at Ifrit’s summoning, that he yet again could not help with.

Aeryn nodded. “Soon as we’d dealt with Ifrit, we received word of Harriers moving a large number of crystals near Whitebrim, so made sure Iceheart wasn’t calling forth Shiva again. T’was a false alarm, thankfully.”

“Still, you must be exhausted, between all the fighting and teleporting.”

She smiled weakly. “I’ve had better weeks.”

“You don’t have to tend to me,” he said.

Aeryn gestured for him to keep eating the soup and drinking the tea, which he did. “You let Moen goad you.” The ‘again’ was unsaid, but present in her tone. “And you asked not to be left alone when you get too deep in your cups. So I stayed.”

It was usually Minfilia, or Yda; once Y’shtola, and she had been gentler than he had expected or deserved. He couldn’t bear to ask F’lhaminn, Papalymo, or Tataru, and he didn’t trust their newer members. Alphinaud was out of the question, when the lad was even present and not tending to his new Grand Company. Alisaie likewise wasn’t an option, even if she weren’t in the Waking Sands most often between her investigations. Urianger, too, was not present often enough, but had stayed the one time he could.

Not that Thancred tried to allow this to happen too often.

He had never dreamed of asking Aeryn to tend to him when he over-indulged. To try to keep him from going too far, imbibing too much—and failing that, helping him keep from losing more time, more memories, more of his control…

Aeryn collected his empty soup bowl and tea cup, passing him a refilled water glass. “A few more bells of rest, and you’ll be fine,” she said.

“Indeed; I feel much recovered for your ministrations already,” he said, giving her one of his more charming grins. It triggered the expected blush on her dusky cheeks, and if anything, showed how wan she herself was. “I shall take it easy today, but you must also promise you will take your rest, my friend.”

She nodded, stifling a yawn. “I have need of a shower and a long sleep myself.” She paused, looking at him biting his lip. “Go on, make your jape.”

He pretended to be affronted. “What? Surely you don’t expect me to suggest we save time and water by showering together! Why, t’would be untoward, my lady!” He gave her an exaggerated wink.

Her blush deepened and spread up her ears as she laughed. “Yes, you’re all right.” She collected her boots and jacket. “Oh, I did manage to find a new book in Coerthas—one of the merchants we aided had it on hand. Mayhap this evening we can give it a look.”

Thancred grinned. “Sounds like a plan,” he agreed. She smiled in return, and took her leave.

A plan to keep him occupied and not get into another drinking contest with Moenbryda. He bit back the uncharitable thought; Aeryn, being Aeryn, likely was simply thinking of their similar literary interests and the lively debates they tended toward. It would be a welcome distraction, from both their lovely colleague’s formidable stamina, and from Aeryn and her too-few blessed comrades facing off against such threats as primals for their sakes yet again.

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Thancred bathed, changed his bedsheets, and slept more, having found that the extent of his capabilities—gods, what was in that western liquor?

He had no nightmares of cruelly laughing Paragons stealing his days and puppeteering his actions; just dreams of the ocean waves outside Vesper Bay, drowning out the Scions’ conversations, though their laughing camaraderie was visible from the distance he kept himself.

By evening Thancred felt sentient enough to make it to the common room. Moenbryda was thankfully not in this evening, apparently off to consult with Urianger. In fact, it seemed a good number of his colleagues were away, leaving him alone to sit at the bar as F’lhaminn came out of the kitchen.

“Hello, Thancred; feeling better?”

“I am, thank you. Next time Moen ropes me into a drinking contest, please stop me.”

“That’s the third time you’ve asked, and I’m sure you’ll again ignore any attempts on the fourth,” she replied dryly. “Feel up for dinner?”

“Please,” he said. “Have you seen Aeryn this eve? I should thank her, and she mentioned a new book besides.”

F’lhaminn shook her head. “Haven’t seen her since passing her that soup she insisted upon for you. I am glad it seems to have worked.”

“As am I.” He masked his disappointment; Eorzea’s champion was ever in demand for her time and attention, after all.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough, chatting with his old friend, and eventually getting into a card game with some of the off-duty Crystal Braves. Thancred stuck with water, not even trusting a common ale after the previous night’s antics, and retired just slightly earlier than his usual post-midnight hours, and fell into a blessedly dreamless sleep.

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When Thancred finally shuffled out of his room at what the rest of the world incorrectly considered a “reasonable hour”, he turned the corner and paused at seeing Aeryn slowly moving through the hall herself. Normally she was already far too full of far too much chipper energy at even earlier hours than this.

“Good morning,” he said as cheerily as he could manage before coffee. “I’m sorry to have missed you last night.”

She turned toward him, about to speak, but swayed so alarmingly he automatically reached out to grasp her arm.

“Are you all right?”

“‘M fine,” she said. “Are you feeling better?”

“Right as rain, in no small part thanks to you.” He could see how flushed she was, a light sheen of sweat on her skin though she shivered, and her eyes seemed almost glassy. He put the back of his hand to her cheek and then her forehead, with no flinch nor protest from Aeryn.

“You’ve a fever,” he said. “Back to bed with you.”

“I know, but I needed to get food and liquid…”

He turned her around and walked her back to her chamber. “I’ll handle that; I do owe you, after all.” He tried to sound charming and light about it. She made a weak sound of protest, but otherwise did not fight him. “I’ll be right back,” Thancred said.

Aeryn nodded, leaving the door unlocked. He actually had to make sure it latched properly.

Thancred strode with renewed purpose to the common room. “Ah, there you are,” F’lhaminn said. “I nearly put the last of breakfast away.”

“Set some aside if you wouldn’t mind,” Thancred said. “And do you have more of that soup from yesterday?”

F’lhaminn tilted her head. “I do, why?”

He pitched his voice lower. “Aeryn’s ill; bouncing from Thanalan to Coerthas and then home again seems to have taken a toll on even her resistance.”

“Poor dear; I’d wondered where she was. I’ll get her food and juice—some of that mint tea she likes when feeling poorly—and medicine and see to her. Thank you for—”

“Actually, I can take the victuals and medication to her, whilst you tend to your other duties.”

F’lhaminn’s coral eyes watched him over the rim of her glasses. “You’re hardly one to play nursemaid.” She then sighed. “This isn’t your fault, you know.”

He suppressed a wince. “Perhaps not, though I certainly didn’t help, and I do owe her. So if you don’t mind…?” He gave F’lhaminn his sheepish charming smile, the one she knew he used when wheedling a favor from her but often gave into anyroad.

“Very well; we can start with what’s available now, and I’ll bring more later on.”

Thancred nodded, and soon enough had a full tray to carry down the hall, balancing carefully to knock on Aeryn’s door, wondering—but doubting—if she had fallen asleep.

“Come in,” was the faint reply, and he quickly stepped inside.

She might have changed back into her sleeping shift, but it was difficult to tell as she was wrapped in a blanket. She sat upon a furnishing he wasn’t sure to call either a large armchair or a small sofa, set in front of her fireplace.

He had never actually been in here before; not since they’d each claimed their rooms and moved in, at least.

“You ought to go to bed,” he admonished, setting the tray down on the low table next to the sofa.

“Cold. But can’t get the fire going.”

“F’lhaminn will stop by with more, but for now there’s a draught for your fever and a light repast.” He turned to get the fire going for her.

Aeryn was dutiful about her medicine, downing half the tall glass of juice with it. “Thank you.”

“Of course; ‘tis the very least I could do. Is there aught else you need right now?”

That little crease between her eyebrows formed as she thought. “I could use the pillows from my bed. If you don’t mind? I don’t want to move if I mustn’t.”

“A far better patient than most,” he noted, walking around the partition splitting her bed from the rest of the apartment. “Dear gods!” She made an interrogative noise. “Commenting on the frankly obscene amount of pillows you keep.”

“It helps me sleep.”

“Well I’m not bringing all of them,” he said, choosing a couple of the large ones. “This ought to do, if you won’t lie down.”

“I can rest here,” she said. “Now that I have all I need, and you’ve got the fire going.”

“Huh. Usually around here it’s a fight to keep anyone abed when they ought to be resting.”

“Drives me up a wall,” she muttered, adjusting her pillows and blankets. “Risk more harm with injuries, prolong illnesses. S’stupid, for such a smart group.”

He laughed. “If nothing else, this fever has loosened your tongue.”

She blushed, ducking her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, the candor is refreshing. ‘Tis an unusual mindset for an adventurer, I’d think.”

“Wasn’t always,” she said, propping her chin on her hand as she watched the fire. “I studied magic, but everyone thought I ought to formally study alchemy, ‘specially after nursing my mother.”

“Ah. Got used to taking care of others that way, then?”

“And myself. I didn’t,” she hesitated. “I don’t like to be a bother.”

“My dear, the last thing you are is a bother,” he said sincerely, and smiled as she blushed again. “And on that note, is there aught else you need at the moment?” She hesitated, that blush deepening and spreading further. “Come now; out with it. You’ve already seen me at my worst, if it helps.”

“S’nothing like that, I just…Um. Could you maybe…stay? And read with me? I’m not going to be able to sleep yet but dunno that I can focus well enough on my own and I don’t wanna be bored and…” she shrugged as she trailed off.

“Rambling, even, with this illness,” he teased. “But very well. I must admit, I was disappointed we missed our reading last night, but we can make up for it now.”

She smiled gratefully. He brought the desk chair over, found the book with a little direction—her pack was more of a stuffed mess than he’d expected—and ended up doing most of the reading, as Aeryn listened and offered her comments and opinions as usual.

F’lhaminn checked in, bringing more soup and tea for them both. She said little except a reminder that Aeryn needed to rest, and debating character motivations and plot impacts in a novel stopped counting with as animated and argumentative as the pair could get.

“She’s not wrong,” Thancred said after F’lhaminn left, as Aeryn sipped her tea. “I should let you get some sleep. We can talk more when you’re feeling better.”

Aeryn made a face, but nodded. “Thank you, for staying.”

“Of course. Need anything before I go?”

“Make sure the fire lasts, if you don’t mind? I’m just going to sleep here.”

“Very well.” Thancred said, checking on the logs and prodding them into a longer, slower burning arrangement as she adjusted her nest of blankets and pillows.

“Thancred? Might I ask a…delicate question?” she asked, already sounding drowsy.

“By all means.”

“I’ve been wondering, since yesterday…does it bother you?”

He tensed. “Does what bother me?” He thought of the dark gap in his memory of the night before last, and of the few others preceding it, and before that the too long, too dark loss of time and control and…

“The scar.”

He frowned. “You’ll have to be more specific, I’m afraid.” He recalled that his shirt had been removed along with his boots; he had not always had an easy life, the reminders of that scattered across his skin. It was not the first time he had been bare-chested before a comrade, but he didn’t have anything recent that was particularly interesting or eye-catching.

“The one I left on you. When,” she hesitated.

“…Ah.” That one.

Part of his waking and realizing how much time he had lost, what all that bastard had done, had been finding out how damaged his body was afterwards; Lahabrea had neglected to do much eating or sleeping, and it had taken its toll.

There was also a magically-enhanced rapier cut on Thancred’s chest, from when Aeryn had driven the Ascian out of his body.

“Happily, the Elder Seedseer and Y'shtola are rather adept with healing magics. Though I must say, obtaining such an impressive mark from the Warrior of Light and having lived to tell the tale is quite the boon when speaking to ladies,” he said, keeping his tone teasing.

“I just…I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be; I shan’t ever be able to repay what you did for me.” He continued to poke the fire. “You know, I’ve never asked; did I leave any marks upon your lovely frame?”

“That was Lahabrea,” she said through a yawn. “You’d never willfully hurt one of us.”

He sucked in a breath, a sharp ache in his chest at that trusting response. “I’d like to think not,” he said quietly. “Yet I was the tool which he used. And you did not answer.”

She still did not. When he finally turned to look, her eyes were closed, though he was certain she was not actually asleep yet.

“All right,” he conceded. He made certain she had water near at hand, and turned down the lights. He paused at the door to look back, and was fairly certain even in the dim light that she was surreptitiously watching him. “Rest well, Aeryn,” he said as he left.

He stood outside her room for a long moment, knowing it was only late afternoon, perhaps early evening. Part of him wanted a drink. A greater part of him knew that was a bad idea, especially with one of those few he trusted to watch over him now ill herself, after already tending to his inebriation.

Perhaps a sparring match with Hoary would serve as a distraction. Thancred ambled down the hall, rubbing at the spot on his chest where under his shirt sat the scar from the friend that had pulled him out of the dark.

#final fantasy xiv #A Realm Reborn #Thancred Waters #wolcred #Thancred x WoL #pre-relationship #shippy nonsense #Aeryn Striker #lyn writing #lyn edits #YOTP 2023

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ehslye · 2 years

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tag drop! some are still placeholders bc i’m bald and can’t think anymore (:

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icewitcher · 8 months

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#G'RAHA TIA !!!!#HOLY HECK !!!#I wasn't expecting to meet the best and precious cat of FFXIV so soon #I screamed in my pillow when the tower crystal side quests cutscenes showed him #I will protect you #you can have all the food you want #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv #a realm reborn #currently in the post A realm Reborn but Pre Heavensward MSQ #I have now an adage for ff that followed me and still follow me in my honkai impact 3rd journey #“if things can got to shit they will”#and pre heavensward is exactly giving me that impression

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thedawnforged-lore · 8 months

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#WoLQOTD: Tell me about a time when your WoL/OC experience a moment of culture shock. Big or small, good or bad... what was it? How did it affect them?

The xenophobia. First in Ul'dah when he saw how the locals treated the Ala Mhigan refugees, then w/ people like Silvairre in Gridania. His people were isolated, but ever welcomed travelers to meals round their fires, no matter what creed. He didn’t understand the instant distrust.

note: this post has been updated from the original answer to reflect current lore.

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#e'rahez tia #era: pre-canon #era: a realm reborn #wol qotd

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reapcrbunny · 1 year

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@seatedsacrifice -- things will be alright now . // 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ᵗʰᵉ 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

( 🐇 ) CLAWED FINGERTIPS hover over a flower that had been plucked from the ground, some of its peddles singed as she used magicks to cause it to hover. with her attention on it she begun to use her skills to repair it, a bored and disappointed sigh leaving the ancient’s lips as her GAZE REMAINED STILL.

❝ I KNOW YOU lie to warriors of light to GET THEM to do as you wish but . . i was hoping you’d not begin to lie to me, my love. we both know it will not be, ❞ her upper lip twitches as she squeezes her hand tight, watching as the formerly repairing flower is set aflame and crumbles to dust TO THE FLOOR.

#seatedsacrifice #{ neon lights just: caution caution }#{ thought process is pre game with uhhhh the shit w/ 13th }#( REALM REBORN V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ COME ADVENTURER. SHOW THEM.#OUT OF CHARACTER ( MEME REPLIES )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ )ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ thanks for being grand uwu #( ASCIAN V )ㅤ ㅤ ( ㅤ 🐇ㅤ ) ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ LIKE THE STARS CHASE THE SUN ; BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP. I WILL CONQUER.

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tinycheesecakedetective · 2 months

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...I'm baaaack.

I mean, I made one post about Swap!PV and then got distracted for months, so I wouldn't really call this a comeback. The moment I did come back though, apparently a bunch of lore just fell from the sky! Beast Yeast is upon us and all of a sudden I remember making an alt. version of this goober.

Turns out there were a few things I wasn't satisfied with in the first one, so here I am with my Swap!Vanilla 2.0 human edition! Even after all this time I still don't have a name for him. There's more white in his design, he has four horns instead of two and they form a crown on his head(that might be a bit hard to see), he also has a halo, his staff changed drastically, and he lost his soul gem. Instead he has two new smaller gems on his "ribcage".

This time around I tried to invoke more death themes, hence the ribcage, more wrappings, the halo, and the burn marks from, y'know, being re-baked and essentially reborn. The halo also makes for a nice double meaning, showing his somewhat good intentions behind the violence and spreading chaos gig.

Speaking of intentions, I maybe or maybe not have mentioned the only swaps happening in this proposed AU are between PV and WL and [possibly] Black Raisin and Red Velvet. I say maybe because if I checked, all the writing would disappear and I would have to start over again. However, I have wondered if those two swapped, how would PV handled the kingdoms? Would it be the same as DE or would the fates of each kingdom end up being swapped as well? It's something I definitely need to think on and develop.

Anyways, ramble break, here's a few doodles I did for Swap!PV!

Yeah, I had a lot of fun doing this. SO! A few changes not mentioned prior. Eyes! There are more eyes, especially on his coat. I took a bit of inspiration from a certain blue jester and his realm of nightmares. It also plays nicely with the whole "truth revealed" theme. Why not give the holder of the light of truth a bunch of opened eyes to represent his awakening? Also they looked good and his cape-coat was too plain without it.

Fun Head Canons: He's always floating, even when he's relaxing his feet never touch the floor. This PV still has a lily garden, it's just hidden away because while he still misses WL despite everything, he refuses to show weakness in front of others. His coat can take the shape of angel wings when angry and multiple eyes can appear when furious or in distress. Speaking of eyes, the ones on his coat glow. Those gems on him are pieces of moonstone that got corrupted after saving him.

As for the story behind him, I had to make a few adjustments. For one, DE and WL are two halves of the same whole, and the only reason either of them exists is thanks to precautions taken by Elder Faerie. Which means Pure Vanilla somehow has to get the stuff from Lily, who came to Beast Yeast without saying much of anything to anyone beforehand. Secondly, it means the Pure Vanilla Kingdom can't be the last kingdom explored. Pre Beast Yeast, the order in which the kingdoms would be explored would change, where White Lily's area would be explored first instead and the Vanilla Kingdom would be last. I'll address the second issue on a different post related to White Lily, but first things first. Fair warning, I wrote quite a bit.

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After forming the seal, White Lily falls ill due to the immense amount of power used. She's not used to using so much of her soul gem, much less creating a seal to lock away ancient evils. Seeing her faltering state, Elder Faerie takes her away to his palace to help her recover. During her time in the palace, White Lily becomes distressed because not only does she feel like she's being a burden, but she won't be able to continue her research on how cookies were made. That was the whole point of coming here, after all. She left her friends and home behind to find the truth and ended up sick and bed ridden instead. The least she could do to redeem herself was to find the truth.

Racked with guilt and regret, she asks Elder Faerie for two favors; she wishes to know the secret behind cookies' creation, and she requests a pen and paper to write with. Before long, White Lily gains a messenger(Silverbell) who gives her books from the library to read, and a way to reach the one other person she understands. Someone who should've known where she was most of all. Pure Vanilla Cookie.

From there the two keep exchanging letters as White Lily brushes up on fae and beast lore. But eventually White Lily would learn about the Night of the Witches in a similar enough way to canon, i.e. finding the book about it. While she's recovered enough, she's still not well enough to go, and Elder Faerie isn't risking her well being and safety for a banquet. She's devastated that her questions may never be answered. If only she could go, if only there was some way to witness it while being in the Fairy Kingdom. And then... she realizes something. Perhaps there is a way for her to know after all...

White Lily, in the discomfort of her hospital bed, writes a letter to Pure Vanilla and asks him to go to the Witch's Banquet in her place. She knows that this is a huge ask, and he has every reason to refuse the favor, but it would mean the world to her if he did. Elder Faerie hears about this and is rightfully worried, telling her about the dangers, and any cookie that goes doesn't come back the same, if at all. He sends his own letter to Pure Vanilla to warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. A few more letters come in from WL apologizing for her request, saying it was out of line and inappropriate. "What a selfish request," she thinks, "after leaving him in the dark for so long, I have the nerve to ask him for anything at all?"

However, despite everything, he eventually decides to go. He knows that this means everything to her, and a part of Pure Vanilla secretly wondered about it as well. White Lily searched heaven and earth to find the truth so she could help others. Why would he keep avoiding it for so long? If he knew the truth as well, perhaps he could use these secrets to help the people of Earthbread alongside her. Maybe now he would finally understand White Lily more.

He wrote a letter addressed to both WL and EF about his final decision. White Lily is surprised at his decision, and is eternally grateful, while Elder Faerie is more resigned and concerned, knowing that he won't be able to change his mind but still wanting to help. He asks her to help write her next letter, and the two send a package to Pure Vanilla. Inside was another letter with the faint smell of lilies, as well as a map to the location of the banquet and a moonstone from Elder Faerie as a show of goodwill and for protection. He in turn sends what would become his final letter to her, unbeknownst to the two reading. He expresses his gratefulness to both WL and EF and declares his determination to find answers both for her and for the sake of everyone, stating, "Let me be your hope when you have none, and you my guiding light in shadows..."

Pure Vanilla proceeds to head to the Witch's Banquet, discovers the bitter truth, and in his attempts to save the other cookies falls into the ultimate dough. The fleeting scent of lilies is the last thing he grasps in his final moments, and the faint glow of a moonstone ensures his survival. His soul gem shatters under the weight of the truth and is scattered across the world, longing to be made whole once again.

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Well! I think I have said everything I can say about him for now. I'm sure I can come up with more things later, but if you read this far, thanks for reading! I did not know I was going to say this much, so yeah. Next post is for White Lily specifically, I hope. I'm also taking suggestions for ideas about the other kingdoms and ways this could go, so if you have anything to suggest, let me know. Y'all have a good evening!

#crk au #crk art #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #elder faerie cookie #cookie run fanart #pure vanilla crk #cookie run au #why did i make this so damn long #fadinglettersau

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Ok so I have a draft for the pre game events in order, I thought I’d share it even tho some stuff might change a lil;

‘Sillyvision studios’ is founded in 1929 by Henry and Joey

Bendy’s first debut takes place during the same year, in the episode “The Dancing Demon”

Episode is a hit amongst audiences, production kicks off and the studio goes from around 4 employees to over 20

1929-1932 are the studio’s ‘golden era’. Bendy cartoons are at the peak of popularity and financially, the studio is doing great

1932 onwards: Bendy cartoons are being overshadowed by competing studios (eg: Disney) and the Great Depression is having a toll on the studios economic status. Production resumes but with far less episodes being released and the amount of employees slowly decreasing.

Joey notices this issue and tries to come up with a way to draw the public’s attention back to the bendy cartoons. Long story short he gets into some cult business. Henry leaves the studio around this time when he notices that joeys going a little crazy with this idea of his.

1932-1934: Bendy cult is responsible for killing some employees for their rituals, although the public is unaware of their existence or the killings as killings were falsely labeled as ‘disappearances’ and members of the cult still acted like normal citizens/employees when not partaking in rituals. The Employees who were killed by cult will find themselves reborn in the toon realm (Eg: Susie and Norman)

1934: Joey manages to bring ‘bendy’ to life. He organizes an event at a large nearby theater to show bendy to the public, Joeys plan to bring people’s attention back worked as headlines and public discourse spread.

Event takes place, Joey realizes that something is off about bendy. (Writing is kinda dookie but u can get the idea I have in my head)

After this event, Joey visits henry and asks him for a book he lended to him that contained details about the curse (Henry has no knowledge of anything and gives it to him). This curse will keep bendy trapped in the toon realm unless broken.

Joey manages to banish bendy to the toon realm, and burns the book afterwards, however this leads to his demise as the cult soon find out about what happened and murder him for betraying them.

Few days later, Investigation takes place after Joey is reported missing. They don’t find his body and the cult is nowhere to be seen. This is because they’ve hid away in the toon realm and taken his body with them.

After this event, studio is completely abandoned, and has become something of local folklore. Twisted bendy corrupts any bendy episodes that were still airing and some of those archived on film reels. Filling them with cryptic messages and disturbing imagery.

One day, bendy tells the cult that he wishes to break the curse and enter the real world so that he can punish humanity for giving him life, but doesn’t know how

One of the cult members tells him that he remembers seeing Joey asking Henry for a book before the event happened, he suggests that he might be able to break the curse.

One day, Henry receives a letter supposedly from Joey, although this is falsely written by the cult to trick him to come and find him at the studio.

Game happens

Again this is not completely final and a bit simplified, so things are open to change, hopefully u guys like it so far and I’m super open to suggestions :] 🖋

#redrawn au #bendy and the ink machine #batim #bendy #redrawn #lore #batim au #bendy au

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captainofthetidesbreath · 9 months

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just thinking about the similarities between the narrative of the Luxon arriving to Exandria and the narrative about the arrival of the pantheon to Exandria shortly after. Young, formless, from beyond, seeking to understand themselves through the act of creation and interacting with the peoples and beings they have created:

According to the teachings of the Kryn and the Umavi who scribe their faith, it is believed that long before the gods of Exandria came to shape this world, there was a time when a single Light came from the dark nothingness. Other lights came into being around them, settling as the stars in the cosmos. This one Light, however, resisted the force that beckoned them to burn like their star-fated brethren. [The Light found a world and, embracing this cold rock, gave fiery life to the world. That chaos eventually created the Primordials.] Amazed with their children, the Light wanted to guide them to learn of themselves, which in turn would help the Light discover their own purpose—but the children warred amongst themselves and killed one another, their souls born of the Light becoming lost to the dark beyond. [The Light sacrificed most of their own essence to create the beacons and institute a rebirth cycle for betterment and learning. Exhausted, the Light fell into a slumber, to be woken when the beacons are reassembly and] the children could grant the answer to the question the Light had sought from the very beginning: what are they and what was their purpose? — Explorer's Guide to Wildemount

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So as it stands, the Luxon was an entity, is an entity that existed pre-pantheon, pre-founding of Exandria, essentially a being of light that was born at the point of creation of the universe as it may be. Couldn't understand itself. It just knew it was and was light and heading into darkness. And occasionally it would pass by other things of light. And eventually it came upon this lonely rock. And it felt lonely and this rock seemed lonely, but together maybe they could do something. And the Luxon began to embrace this world. [...] But essentially Luxon wanted to understand itself. It was like, what am I? And if I can bring life to other things, maybe it can tell me what I am. You know, I'm only defined by the observations of things outside, if I don't know what I am. So if I can create things that could look back and be like, you are this, then I can know what I am. But there were the issues of this elemental chaos, this planet that began to just roil with nothing. There was nothing there that it could grab ahold of and speak with. There was no consciousness here. So it essentially broke itself up and scattered itself throughout the world in hopes that one day, something would find and reassemble it. And when it did, it could have then asked the question, "What am I?" — Matt, Campaign 2 Wrap-Up

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Through the ashen skies of Primordial Creation, the gods arrived from an unknown realm located beyond the ether. These ambitious divinities—young and still formless—looked down upon this roiling realm and saw potential for great strength and outstanding beauty, and the chance to learn their own place in creation. [...] As a note from the High Curator of Emon’s Cobalt Reserve, the chronicle of Vasselheim states that the gods were given form and name only when the peoples of Exandria began to worship them[...] It would be remiss to not at least conjecture that while the Protean Gods lacked distinct form, they still had unique thoughts, emotions, and motivations that were later codified through the worship of the people. — Tal'Dorei Campaign Setting Reborn; Explorer's Guide to Wildemount has a mostly similar narrative (near word-for-word identical), though it covers the second paragraph here in a more succinct: "As culture grew, and the people further understood the world around them, they also looked up to their creators and gave them worship, gave them form, gave them title and purpose."

#I do think about this a lot.#Critical Role things #Critical Role

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chaobunnyarts · 5 months

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Memories made (oc lore under the cut, spoilers for Heavensward)

I don't think I ever properly introduced my husband's WoL on this blog! Her name is Croissant Labaguette, and she traded away all of her pre-Calamity memories (birth name included) to a fae in exchange for unparalleled baking abilities sometime before A Realm Reborn.

Croissant ends up falling for Haurchefant during Heavensward! Unfortunately, the post-Vault cutscene glitched out when my husband got there on his playthrough and Croissant just disappeared from the cutscene all together.

Apparently this was a known bug when he hit the cutscene in patch 6.3, but he's decided that Croissant got knocked out earlier in the fight and didn't actually get to see what happened to Haurchefant.

My husband's and my stories for our WoLs don't really interact that much! In the "Grimm is the WoL" universe, Croissant runs the bakery that Grimm's apartment is on top of. In the "Croissant is the WoL" universe, Grimm is the deliveryman for the bakery that Croissant opens up post-Heavensward.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #grimm's ffxiv adventures #going to just use my oc tag for croissant art too #wol #heavensward #heavensward spoilers

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glorfindel-of-imladris · 1 month

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Glorfindel and Erestor for the ship alignment chart?

Glorestor is so funny because of course it compels me, can you not tell from my blog and entire shipping, even pre-AO3 career? I have been shipping these two for 20+ years, but whether they make sense or not depends on who you ask and what you mean by “makes sense”. I am very aware that Glorfindel and Erestor are shipped literally by virtue of them standing next to each other—twice, mind you, which in the 90's and heydays of shipping, was plenty. (Once, after all, was enough. 🤣)

I can write (and have written lol) entire essays about why I love this ship so much. Glorfindel is my one true favourite Tolkien character—my one true favourite fandom character, period—and have devoured every lore available for him to come up with pretty solid headcanons for the guy, if I do say so myself. Erestor, on the other hand, is pretty much a result of my by now life-long quest to give Glorfindel the most delicious happy ending an absolute Best Boy™ can deserve. These two characters on their own are individually compelling. Glorfindel easily just is, because how good must a person be to be returned from death, to be released from Mandos early, to become an emissary of the Valar, to be reborn better than before, equal to the Maiar? And Erestor—who even is he? What does it take to become the chief counsellor of one of the wisest Elves of the Third Age, in Imladris where Elves who have seen the light of the Trees still dwelt? I even read in a forum (lol omg remember forums) once where people wondered who even had the higher rank: Glorfindel or Erestor. Imagine being at a level where one could potentially be Glorfindel's superior—it blows the mind. But also personally for me, I love the idea that someone like Glorfindel could get quite lonely returning to an unfamiliar world—not only is Gondolin gone, but it's not even Beleriand anymore. I also imagine that returning from Mandos comes with its own grandeur that would set him apart from younger Elves in Middle-earth. It comforts me to know he would still have equals in a world like that, who would not be intimidated by him and with whom he could forge a trusting friendship.

The other thing that works for this ship is the setting with which they could meet. I have said in the Russingon post that the First Age is a painful age to me. Not only that, it's comparatively short; Glorfindel was “Glorfindel of Gondolin” for a mere 400 years (even less) before he died. Meanwhile, assuming he returned to Middle-earth c.a. 1600 in the Second Age (which is the most likely among all “canon” possibilities), the Second Age spanned for a good 3,000+ years; the Third Age, another 3,000+. Lindon under Ereinion Gil-galad’s reign saw the longest peacetime, and Rivendell once made and ruled by Elrond is arguably the most comforting Elven realm ever made. There is simply much more one can do in a setting like this, with characters like this who have so much history—or, in the case of Erestor, potential history. It's that ✨ potential ✨ that I find most compelling, and honestly I have been writing for these two for years and I feel there is still so much one can do and unearth with them.

#man i wrote another essay for glorestor #oh well #add it to the many accidental essays i've written for them over the years lol #thank you for the ask!#glorestor #glorfindel #erestor #ship grid #ask game

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spirit-amplified · 3 months

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Embracing Dark Transformation: The “Death” of The Former Self Through Dark Baptism

• Note To Reader: This ritual is inspired by the tale of the Goddess Inanna’s journey into the underworld, where she was symbolically stripped down and had to undergo a symbolic death to be reborn and ascend once more. If you are unfamiliar with Her descent story, please research it first. This ritual may initiate a transformative or tower phase in your life, requiring you to undergo a shedding of the old self and many layers to be reborn and ascend.

From personal experience, once you engage with The Void and it knows your name & recognizes you, you may believe you can move on from it, but it may never truly release its hold on you!!

In the tapestry of human existence, the intertwined threads of life and death weave a profound narrative of mystery and transformation. While some seek meaning in the increasing vitality of new life, others are drawn to the enigmatic realm of spiritual rebirth and the profound depths of darkness & Void. These divergent paths, however, are not separate but rather complementary facets of a singular truth—a truth that mirrors the essence of baptism and the symbolic journey it represents.

The ancient ritual of baptism, a cornerstone of the Christian tradition but has a pre-Christian history, serves as a poignant symbol of death, rebirth, and the initiation into a new spiritual odyssey. In the realm of personal growth and spiritual evolution, the concept of baptism represents a profound journey of self-discovery and renewal. This symbolic ritual, steeped in mysticism and metaphor, signifies the death of the former self and the emergence of a new, enlightened identity. Let’s delve into the significance of a dark baptism and its transformative power.

The symbolism of the dark baptism lies in the sacred act of surrendering the old self to The Void (think returning to the womb), a symbolic representation of the unknown and the infinite potential for rebirth. Through this ritual, individuals embrace the concept of letting go of past limitations, fears, and self-imposed boundaries by symbolically embracing The Void. It is a powerful acknowledgment of the inherent human capacity for change and growth.

This symbolic ritual is an embodiment of the journey through darkness and the subsequent emergence into the light. It reflects the universal truth that from darkness comes enlightenment and from death comes rebirth. The Void, in this context, represents a space of infinite possibility and potential, where individuals shed their former selves and embrace a newfound sense of purpose and authenticity. Those individuals seeking a deeper understanding of the dark baptism and its transformative symbolism will find inspiration and the profound interconnectedness of life and death. This realization can lead one to embrace the concept of symbolic death not as an end but as a sacred threshold – a gateway to renewal, metamorphosis, and liberation.

In conclusion, the dark baptism represents a powerful metaphor for personal transformation and renewal. By delving into the depths of The Void, individuals can release their former selves and embrace a new, empowered identity. This ritual serves as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the infinite potential for growth and evolution. Embracing the symbolism of a dark baptism can lead to profound personal revelations and a renewed sense of purpose.

The “Death” of The Former Self Ritual

Best done during a Lunar Eclipse (eclipses descend and then ascend), but it can be done during a Dark Moon. This ritual can be done outside or in a bathtub.

This ritual calls for a tea mixture for the bath and an herbal incense blend to be made beforehand.

Lukewarm to cool temp baptism water… no warmed water like some church baptisms here. The colder the better. Cold water shocks the system and breaks open the aura.

Ritual Ingredients:

Tea mixture - NOT TO BE DRANK. For Bath Only!

Incense blend

Activated Charcoal Powder - to symbolize the darkness

Salt – For the consecration of water

2 Black Candles – to be placed on the side of the tub or pool

Charcoal disc to burn the incense blend

You may want to use candlelight but the darker the environment the better.

Tea Mixture & Incense Blend:

Both the tea and incense blend use the same 3 herbs. The tea needs to be made and allowed to completely cool first before adding to the bath. I made a tea kettle full. Please be warned that if you happen to get this in your mouth it is extremely bitter!

• Mugwort - Plant of the Middle World, burned at the start of a ritual. One starts & ends with Mugwort, as one starts & ends with the Middle World. Its Shamanic purpose in burning is purification, clearing the mind, and heightening extra senses for any trance work. It also consecrates.

• Wormwood - Wormwood is a close counterpart to Mugwort and has very similar properties, being of the same family. It is used mainly for summoning.

• Fumitory - Plant of the Underworld. Fumitory is burned to summon the Void & to cleanse and consecrate the ritual space.

Ritual Steps:

Make a small batch of Holy Water or use moon water and make a concentrated tea with some Mugwort, Wormwood, and Fumitory for the bath. Let it steep until the water is room temp.

Prepare bath water with salt and bless the water. You can use any water blessing you choose.

Add Herbal Tea & Charcoal to the water.

Place black candles on the sides of the bath and burn the incense mixture.

Prepare yourself by slowly and thoughtfully removing each item from your body, symbolically like you’re removing a layer of your former self. Enter the water and sit in the bath. Take a few minutes to adjust and ground so that you can enter a relaxed/meditative state.

Then before submerging yourself say: “Through water, fire, earth, and smoke, I come calling to The Void, the place of pure potential between death and rebirth. I call to The Void, marking this as an initiation so that I may be reborn to rise and ascend through all temples of initiations to obtain all higher forms & knowledge. Seeker I am, Seeker of the mysteries.”

Submerge yourself entirely. Expel all your breath and let yourself sink. Let the coolness seep in. Hold your breath as long as you can, then come up for air. As you go back under, allow the air from your lungs out slowly. Come up for one last breath. Breathe deeply and enter the relaxed/meditative again while releasing the breath slowly. As the last breath is released, so is the person you once were.

Now allow yourself to remain lying in the water in your relaxed state until the water turns cold and your teeth are chattering. Focus on the emptiness within. Take notice of all the “room” within that is waiting…like how we tell young children they have all the potential and how “the world is their oyster”.

Once you feel the initiation is complete, step out and towel off. Blow out your candles and cleanse the tub with salt afterward.

#pagan #pagan witch #paganblr #spirituality #paganism #traditional witchcraft #witchcraft #pagan community #paganlife #shadow work #ritual #witchblr #witches #magick #witch

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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If all versions of Sun Luzhen love apples and hates peaches, what about the other Wukongverse kids? Any favourites? It'll be funny the peach loving Wukongs have half of their kids not liking peaches. The betrayal of genetics.

At least Heaven's Peach Gardens are safe from them... Or are they...?

Referencing this post about Luzhen loving apples and hating peaches.

LMK Xiaotian/MK has canonically expressed his love for stonefruit, so he probably loves peaches. I've seen hcs that he absolute fave though is apricots ("Not too big, not too mushy, just the right amount of cronch!"). This gets his Au counterpart the nickname Apricot.

Mei would love any fruit thats brightly coloured - kiwis being her fav for flavor alone, but dragonfruit is a close second.

Bai He is in the kid phase of "fruit is gross", but Macaque has managed to get her to enjoy frozen blueberries and strawberries.

The Eclipse Twins devour any fruit offered to them like little piranhas, but especially melons. Give them a red watermelon, and the end result looks like a crime scene.

Yuebei is a peach fiend like her baba. No stonefruit left unturned. Her twin brothers Jidu and Luohuo are a little different since they loudly prefer plums and mangos like Macaque.

Hib!Liuer is a peach-fiend like his adoptive dad/mentor. Fa Ming probably convinced the little monk to eat his fruits by telling him how much the Monkey King loved peaches.

Hib!MK/Xiaoyun has a predicament... he does like peaches and other stonefruit - but his fave fruit is pomegranate, a fruit that requires a lot of dexterity to enjoy. Dasheng only found out Xiaoyun had this issue when he caught the one-armed kiddo trying to peel a pomergranate with his feet. Pre-peeled pomegranate fruit/seeds are aa god-send for him.

Shui Lian (the white vixen in the HiB verse) loves most berries and tree fruits, but her favorite is cider apples (like irl foxes) which confuses anyone who eats one and gets a mouthful of super-sour rotten-tasting apple. More for her then :3

In the Reborn verse; Qi Energy/"Fruitie" is a little fruit glutton. As shown in the film; the little nature spirit noms on what appears to be breadfruit, longans, and apples while in the village market. He also eats to replenish his powers. In the reborn au; as Xiao Qi he's even worse. Ever since he's been introduced to stonefruit, he ravages peaches like they're going out of style. The parents still joke that he's a fruit cannibal.

The two wolf siblings (Zhu Yu and Ku Ai) that Reborn!SWK & LEM picks up are used to forest fruits like berries and the rare crabapple. Their favorites are blueberries, which they will literally jump into bushes for. They don't see what the big deal is with peaches.

And ofc you got the 5 Stone-Fruit Monkeys, who are all named for said fruits. More cases of "fruitie cannibalism" the pilgrims joke; as the five babies have declared the fruit they were named for to be "their fruit". Fights will break out if you attempt to feed anyone other than Xiaotao/Little Peach a peach. They all agree that dates are a neutrally-enjoyable fruit however.

Netflix!MK/Xiaoshi loves peaches, but Netflix!SWK actually doesn't care for them that much - bad experience with the poisoned one.

The twin pebbles love cherries, and again, crime scene occurs when left alone with a basket of them. They also love raw tomatoes.

The Heavenly Orchards may breathe a sigh of relief for now... until the different MKs get into the celestial realms and start getting hungry. Xiao Qi and Yuebei probably give a few immortals pstd flashbacks with their snack runs.

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D'ALIA + JOBS

an epiphany struck me on how some things could work better in alia’s canon if I retcon red mage despite how much I love playing it since there’s a sort of venn diagram between summoner, dark knight, and dancer with simulacra, funky soul crystal activity, and dynamis, all of which she enjoys studying their concepts/application and how they intersect, and reworking the timeline leaves little room for where red mage had fit into it, besides not really wanting her to be adept in more than 3 combat jobs across the years anyway.

PRE-A REALM REBORN: botanist, culinarian, arcanist - alia took to botany and cooking from a young age, later helping her parent with his restaurant and garden as she grew older. as an adventurer, she became interested in arcanima, and learned the basics of arcanist studies by the time she began to hear hydaelyn and the echo awakened; it’s why she chose to seek out the guild when she traveled to limsa lominsa.

A REALM REBORN: summoner, botanist - not only was it a natural progression as an arcanist into studying the once thought lost allagan art of summoning, but it guided her path as a scion in her own right, using it to study more about primals and aid the scions’ cause. she also assisted the botanist’s guild in restoring the land after the calamity (and something she wished she could one day resolve for her home region of mor dhona, too).

HEAVENSWARD: dark knight, summoner - her strength as a summoner lent to how powerful she became as a dark knight and how quickly she latched onto the residual aetheric energy left behind on fray’s soul crystal, along with the split simulacrum of herself, but she also took to what she learned with an even more purposeful sense of justice.

STORMBLOOD: dancer, dark knight, summoner - crossing paths with troupe falsiam in kugane led to her joining their ranks and duty to uplift spirits to prevent people from falling to despair, especially while tension ran high resisting garlemald’s oppression. she continued to lean on her skills as a dark knight particularly when facing zenos and as a summoner in dealing with more primals.

SHADOWBRINGERS: dark knight, dancer, culinarian - the primordial light affecting her aether also affected her ability to cast, so she summoned less as she took in more light, and she privately sought shtola’s council on it while stuck on the first, too. she relied more on fueling her abyssal magic with her emotion as a dark knight, but also similarly utilized what she’d trained as a dancer with influencing emotion without aether per se. she also aided the crystalline mean in caring for the recovering amaro.

ENDWALKER: summoner, dancer, dark knight - once cured of light poisoning, she was able to return to summoning, but she had to grow reaccustomed to it; however, it came in handy dealing with the lunar primals. and who better to deal with blasphemies than a dancer trained in the kriegstanz to combat the totentanz? but ultimately, her sword and peace that she made with her inner darkness remain integral to her.

POST-ENDWALKER: alchemist - in addition to the same combat from the prior expansion, she also spent more time in the studium and especially thavnair to study alchemy; vrtra’s simulacrum and the alchemists’ creation and upkeep of them sparked her interest in particular.

on a side tangent, there’s a very shy part of her that’s awed and envious of her fellow scions who studied at the studium and/or became archons, and though she isn’t necessarily gunning for a title or recognition herself even while hanging around sharlayan in her early post-ultima thule recovery, she does privately hope to publish some of her research on dynamis, soul crystals, and simulacra or organize it into a thesis one day, if it’s ever a possibility.

#nobody asked for an essay but i’m giving one #dani plays ffxiv #game: ffxiv #oc: d'alia liveq #endwalker spoilers

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