#Ultima is a MESS
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I like the headcanon that vivosaurs retain at least some of their memories from their previous lives.
I wonder how this would apply to my hybrid vivosaurs, especially Ultima.
Do they have memories from just the skull? Like the megalo igua hybrid, which has an entirely megalo head. Would it just be the megalo's memories in there?
Ultima's bones are so mixed and matched that even the skull is made up of the parts of many different dinosaurs. Would she just have a jumbled mess of memories from all the creatures she's composed of? Would she not have any memories at all, thus being an entirely new being? Ultima was less revived and more created, so I guess that would make sense.
#zesty's ramblings#zesty's ocs#Vivosaur Hybrid Ultima#her skull alone is made from styraco tricera t-rex alio and diloph parts#that's a LOT of potential lives with their own memories to account for#not even getting into the REST of her#Ultima is a MESS
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— vi. stay | follow
It is an inevitability, she feels, that they are always a little out of step, a little out of sync. One ahead, the other behind, a shadow to the other’s light. Pulled together not by fate nor by destiny, but by a small series of choices that are greater than the sum of its parts.
They will always find each other—to the very end.
#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#ff14#gpose#gposers#warrior of light#thancred waters#wolcred#wolcred week#aureia malathar#oc tag#myreia screenshots#aurcred 2024#ffxiv spoilers#i said i wouldn't go overboard and then i did 😔#the thing i am constantly rotating in my head is how many times they've gotten close to their friendship turning into something else#and then events just... set everything back to square one#they are ping-ponging around each other for 10 years because something always happens#enw situation is a bit different since it happens relatively quickly compared to the other moments#but aur's head isn't exactly straight in ultima thule#i think that pixie in il mheg is going to drop the apple on thancred's head for being an ass--or just to mess with him#he deserves to be messed with ngl#anyway the order is 1: arr -> arr base finale#2: bloody banquet escape -> reunion in HW patches#3: soul snatchery in SB -> reunion in ShB#4: Ultima Thule 🙃#yes i do realize i keep using thancred's gunblade as a power object what of it#also i put aur in a dress for the bloody banquet and then she doesn't wear dresses again for about 2-3 years because ✨trauma✨
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wolgraha week 2023 - Day 5 : Comfort
Upon returning from Ultima Thul, G'raha insisted he be the one to escort Arsay to bed and ensure she actually gets some proper rest. Even after being treated with all the healing magics imaginable the warrior of light still winced from pain as she changed out of her blood soaked clothes. G'raha helped the best he could, but it did not take long for his emotions to get the best of him.
"I know I am the last person who should be saying this but, I beg of you, never do anything like that again. I couldn't bare to think of this life without you."
"What matters is we're both still alive, alright? Please, don't cry Raha… or you'll get me goin' too."
#ffxiv#g'raha tia#wolgraha#wolgrahaweek#wolgrahaweek2023#endwalker#endwalker spoilers#WOL posting#ultima thul cold and hard#arsay tiddy warm and soft#graharsay#Arsay Nun#not pictured is y'shtola showing up 5 minutes later to them both sobbing messes just saying how much they love each other over and over#and y'shtola having to pry them apart so arsay can sleep for real#also sorry im always thinking aboout how gaha always makes arsay worry for his life and this is the first time the tables turned#thinking about him on the shit absolutely sick to his stomach with worry#and when arsay wakes up it hits him thats how he made her feel those times#shakes him like a martini if he ever makes arsay promise him again-
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Mexican Mike headcanons pt.2
(mostly drunk mike uhm)
— On saturdays he wakes up at 11 to clean. He blasts señora music to wake Abby up so she can help with the chores too.
— When he speaks in spanish his voice becomes slightly higher and softer, because of that when he’s dealing with costumers or just ppl in general he tends to leans closer so they can hear him.
— Mike likes pozole but Abby HATES pozole.
— When he was younger, his dad made him dress up as quico and garret as el chavó.
— Mike gets chocomilk for Abby but he ends up finish it.
— When abby is asleep Mike goes outside to his rocking chair to have a smoke and a beer while he lightly plays songs in the background (like Ultimas Noticias de El Poder Del Norte) so basically divorced dad music
— An extension of the last headcanon is that, he’ll love to have a friend (or you) over and just look at the sky while having a beer and playing music. If he drinks a lot he’ll sing the songs out loud (poor abby can hear everything and she’s not able to sleep because of mikes)
— Mike has this cute little habit of singing lightly or humming while doing chores. He mostly sings songs in Spanish while doing so.
— He speaks really slowly. Not only because he’s sleepy but also because he’s trying not to mess up his sentences (which happens a lot when he’s trying to speak since he’s translating what he’s saying in his mind)
— If Mike is at a party with you and he’s really drunk, he’ll grab a mic and sing a sappy romantic song to you OR he’ll take you to the dance floor.
— Mike is saving money to make a small quinceañera for Abby. He’s not sure if Abby even wants one but, he really wants to give her at least once fancy birthday party (the whole neighborhood gives him a bit of money to get abby’s dress)
— He uses the “is it because of Mexican?” card with his close friends. (as a joke ofc)
— Big pan dulce enjoyer. Specially conchas.
— He has this Mexico flag pin that he always wears with him.
@sleepyhutcherson dedicated to you pooks 🫶🏻
#mike schmidt#mike schmidt headcanons#mexican mike schmidt 🗣️#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt fnaf#mike schimdt x reader#mike schimdt x you
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Okay, listen to me.... Yandere rimuru...
Yandere rimuru! There's not much yan content! rimuru, is it like what would it be like? Or rather how would he act?
O//^//O
Oh gosh, I love Yandere Rimuru, and I'll be honored to do it! I also agree since there are rarely any Yandere content of our slime!
Might I warn that there is some spoilers from the LN here.
AU: YANDERE RIMURU
Characters: Rimuru Tempest
OS / HCS / IMG: Head-Cannons
ROM / PLATN: Romantic
He would be obsessed of you and very possessive of you dearie, like what happened with the Falmuth war?
Mhm yeah, he will do anything and I mean ANYTHING to keep you safe.
He loves you, a lot A LOT, he likes to worship and compliment you anytime anywhere baby.
He isn't overly jealous when you are around women like Shuna, or Shion, or any female/woman in the nation.
But for the men let's just he's a bit cautious around them, he trusts his men like Benimaru, Souei, Diablo, Hakurou, Geld and more to be around you since they know Rimuru is obsessed with you.
He makes sure you are protected and loved by his nation, his people? They cherish and love you! They sure you are included in activities that aren't very dangerous for you to not get hurt, knowing their Lord hates you being hurt or anything in general.
When he isn't around for awhile, he orders his Black Numbers Diablo, Ultima, Carrera, and Testarossa to guard you to make sure no one dangerous can even touch a single hair strand of yours.
He's overly sweet and gentle with you, when he sees you he immediately melts like the slime he is.
He loves being close to you or touching you, cuddling in his human form or slime form? Yes sir! Sitting in his lap during a conference/meeting with his subordinates? Definitely!
He will give you anything he brings back from his travels, jewels, fabrics that he thinks you will like and will ask Shuna to make it for you, anything!
Even after his evolution as a True Dragon, now that he's much powerful than ever when he was a True Demon Lord back then. He will protect you with everything he has.
During the war between the Eastern Empire aka the Great Tenma War, he received news that you were in a comatose state because of your Magicules overloading which caused a medium-scale Magicule explosion, he was glad that some of his subordinates were there to fix the mess from the explosion around the area while the others were taking care of you and watching over you.
After the war, you woke up and saw Rimuru in his new profound power and title as the fifth True Dragon mostly now known as Chaos Creator.
He's glad that you're fine now, but for now he chose to be around you after that explosion when he got informed about it, but luckily with the help of his Manas Ciel, she managed to get your Magicules flowing naturally now.
Overall, he's very caring and sweet but he's willing to do anything in his power to keep you safe and sound from any dangers or anyone who dares to take you away from him.
I completely forgot about this in my drafts for weeks, and I didn't notice since I got too busy with personal stuff so I'm really sorry for the late post!
#✩*⢄⢁【 inezdeortiz 】⡈⡠*✩#rimuru x reader#rimuru tempest#that time i got reincarnated as a slime x y/n
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Yandere jock x fem reader pt1
Pt2: https://www.tumblr.com/yanyanboi/737909812475691008/yandere-jock-x-fem-reader-pt2
Ok so this is my first post so please be nice, and im also dyslexic so my spelling and grammar is not going to be good but please bare with me, this will be a reader with she/her pronouns because those are my pronouns and it’ll be easier for me to write that but I’ll write other pronouns (he/him they/them etc) once I feel more confident to do so, but other wise enjoy this yandere oc.
Yandere jock met reader in his freshman year, once he sees her at freshman orientation he was just amazed by her, like hypnotized by her beauty, of course he didn’t talk to her nonono because he was just a nobody at that time, like sure reader was also a freshman but she was beautiful and so out of his league, so yandere jock joined the football team in hopes to impress reader, and when yandere jock went home that day he told his rich ceo father (that is also a yandere for his mother) that he found the most beautiful girl today and that he just joined the football team to impress her, and boy or boy if you thought that yandere jock was just going to have this cute little crush on reader well you are totally wrong because after telling his father that by the way never showed any interest or fatherly affection towards him in any shape or form now was suddenly smiling at him and is talking about how “proud” and “happy” that yandere jock has finally found “the one” for him, so not only is this “yandere” gene somehow in his bloodline but also his father is extremely proud and encouraging of this behavior. Yandere jock will ask his father how to stalk and “protect” reader which his father is all but happily telling him the secrets about getting away with these things in the name of “love”, and yandere jock will be stalking, stealing, killing in the name of love while never actually introducing himself to reader because he deemed himself not worthy of her time, until his senior year when yandere jock has gotten the respect of the whole school, he has fan girls in different school districts and football scouts just begging for him to join there teams, he is definitely going to be apart of the NFL, and has the money (from his father that will be 100% willingly to help out his son because he knows what it’s like to be “inlove”) to support and provide for reader for to do ever she wants.
It’s the first day of yandere jocks senior year and he is just so excited that he has not gotten a blink of sleep, not because it’s his last year in high school or that he can go to college and play with the best of the best instead of playing with freshmen that just gotten out of middle school, no, it’s none of that but it’s because the first day of his senior year he’ll finally talk to her, yandere jock has finally deemed himself worthy to talk and be with his gorgeous little reader, and yandere jock has the perfect plan on how to do this, he’ll be looking in his locker before school starts, while he’s doing this yandere kick will make sure that his locker is blocking readers locker (he and his father made sure that readers locker is next to his) and when reader asked for yandere jock to move that his when he’ll make his move and flirt with reader until she is just a blushing mess, that is until the bell for first hour rings and coincidence reader has the same class as him, actually reader has ALL of her classes with him not his weight or gym class, because that is just to much for his fragile little reader that shouldn’t even have to pick up anything because that his why yandere jock got fit and strong, to do things for reader, anyways during yandere jock and readers first class they will sit next to each other and that is when yandere jock will really flirt with reader, because yandere jock knows so much about reader he’ll be the perfect potential boyfriend for her, yandere jock will know what makes readers stomach do flips and what gives her the ick, and once reader gets with yandere jock (which would happen in like the same month they “met”) she will see what he truly is as time goes by, or will she?!?
Sorry it’s really late and I’m tired to continue but I hope y’all like this and please comment on how you feel about yandere jock, I really want to name him Elliot or something fancy because his father is this rich guy that loved those type of names, also I see yandere jock to be 6,4ft yes he is a big boy with muscles that make him look like a fireman, and yandere jock is 100% Mexican and can speak fluent Spanish and English
#yandere#male yandere#yandere jock#yandere jock x reader#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x female reader#so many hashtags omg
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for the 400 request.
Congratulations on reaching 400 followers! I hope more people will follow you because you deserve so much more! ❤️ qwq
The scene where Jill and Clive almost kissed and were interrupted by Gav. Can we get something similar for Joshua and Reader? 💕 ;v; please with a lot of fluff because the boy deserve the world.
Thank you, anon! That's so sweet. I love each and every one of you for clicking follow on my little piece of the internet! Sorry this took me a little while, I hope you enjoy x
Interruptions
Joshua Rosfield x female reader
Just fluff
Serving with the Undying required stealth and patience – two skills you had honed to perfection over the years. You had to perform your duties without attracting attention, so it was with ease that you positioned yourself by the bunks, leaning against the wall and keeping watch on the infirmary doors below for your opportunity.
You don’t keep track of how long you’re waiting, it’ll take as long as it takes after all, but when the doors finally do open and the red-headed healer emerges, heading down the stairs towards the mess, you don’t waste a moment and begin your silent descent down the stairs and into the infirmary all before Tarja makes it to the final step.
The first four beds you see are empty, thankfully, but you know there is an occupant in the next section, so you hurry along until you find your target, bowing your head immediately in greeting.
“Hello there,” Joshua smiles, sat upright in the bed. His face is a little pale but by no means the worst you’ve seen it. His black shirt a little looser than usual, revealing some sort of salve spread across his chest, the light of Ultima’s prison within his chest subdued under the viscose substance. “This is a most welcome surprise.”
“Please forgive the intrusion, your Grace-”
“Joshua.” He corrects, a charmingly boyish grin lighting up his features. It had been a point of contention between the two of you over time. You had made a vow to serve and respect the Phoenix, and that included using proper titles, much to Joshua’s chagrin. He’d got you – somehow – to agree to at least use his name in a private audience.
You sigh, though it’s through a smile. “Forgive me, Joshua. Lady Tarja and Lady Jote said you were not to be disturbed, but…” You trail off. You’d had your mind so set on sneaking into the infirmary to see him that you hadn’t considered how to explain your presence once you were there. “I wanted to see… if I could be assistance to you.”
“Ah.” He nods, playing along with your poor ruse. “Well, I’ve been threatened to rest, so no assistance required there.” Joshua sits up a little more before he moves his legs along the bed a little, patting the space besides him. “I would appreciate the pleasure of my lady’s company, however.”
You can’t hide the hitch in your voice. “That cannot be proper.”
Joshua looks almost amused. “I never thought you concerned with such things.”
“Master Cyril-”
“Is not here.” He pats the bed again. “Do not make me command it. Can’t we sit as equals?”
You take a hesitant step forward. “It wouldn’t be proper as equals, either.”
“My previous point still stands, then.”
You take another step towards the bed, your stomach swirling. This is wrong, a trap, out of bounds… but you sit on the edge of the bed all the same, gripping the fabric of your dress in your lap. You’d sweet-talked your way out of some tight spots, but sitting this close to Joshua has you feeling tongue-tied. Why had you come?
“You should not worry about me, my lady.”
Yes, that’s why. Worry.
“I haven’t been.” You keep your voice steady, placing a hand down on the bed, gripping the sheets instead.
His hand gently takes hold of your chin, tilting your face until you meet his eyes. “Your eyes tell a different story.”
“They say Odin cut the sea in two.” It feels ridiculous to say it out loud. He releases your chin and places his own hand down, fingers dangerously close to yours.
“He did, but he did not split me in two.” He keeps his gaze locked on yours.
“Not yet,” you whisper.
“Not ever,” he corrects. “I still have much I wish to experience.” He shifts again, slightly and his hand now rests atop of yours. Not deliberately, you’re sure, but he doesn’t seem to move it.
“I know you must stop Ultima, but-” You cut yourself off as he laces his fingers between your own.
He leans towards you, replying in a hushed tone. “That is what I must do, not what I wish for.”
“And what do you wish for?”
He licks his lips, caresses your cheek with his other hand. “This.”
It’s as if it happens in slow motion, your mind experiencing too many thoughts at once to properly function as Joshua continues to lean in, eyes closed. Is he…?
The door to the infirmary swings open and you jump apart, holding in a curse. Heavy footsteps approach and you slide off the bed without thought. You have to get out of sight but the options are limited, so you roll beneath the bed in a moment of desperation.
“Your grace,” You can hear Lady Jote’s voice before her boots appear in your vision. “Lady Tarja said you were resting, though you look a little feverish. Should you be up?”
“I haven’t been awake long,” he fibs. You swear your heart is pounding so loud it echoes around the infirmary.
“I am sorry to disturb, but the loresman has unearthed some more information about the Circle of Malus that I think would prove most useful, if you wish to hear it now, that is.”
“Of course. I…” Joshua coughs, then, but it’s not like his usual cough. It’s forced but he plays it up, putting on a wheeze. “Jote, please could you fetch some more of that suppressant?”
“Yes, of course. I have some nearly ready to go – just one ingredient to grind if you’ll give me a moment.” You follow her boots over to the other side of the room where the work bench is, hearing her set to work on her pestle and mortar and you take your chance, crawling out from under Joshua’s bed and up to your feet once past the partition without a glance back – though you desperately wish to.
You open the door to the infirmary, slowly, cautiously and emerge without time to check the coast is clear. You close the door behind you and let out the breath it feels you’ve been holding for hours.
“Oh, my.” An amused voice comes to your left. Tarja is stood on the steps, hands on her hips. “You must’ve been looking for me. Come, let’s get you inside. You’re looking a little flushed.”
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um.... what if gene x fem reader that got stuck during the starlight ultima incident with his friends 🥹 what's he feelin... what if they reunited..
Sorry if this is cringe 🙏
𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet gene x fem!reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: gene and the rest of his trio made it to starlight, but as soon as they arrive, they’re told they’re trapped on the island. amid the chaos, gene finally finds you, only for you to be ripped away from him once again
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst, hurt/comfort, zenix being slow(in the head), lowkey wingwoman sasha, gene crying and whimpering >:), could be seen as slightly ooc but i traumatized him for the plot so :3 oopsi!
𝐂𝐖: mentions of character death and violence, getting shot
𝐀/𝐍: did someone order a gene fic, extra angst? i haven’t caught up on rewatching the later seasons of mystreet, so i’m sorry for any inaccuracies in the lore! anyways another gene banger had to do it to em
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
it had happened so quickly. one moment, his eyes had landed on yours, the corners of his lips raising as he started to walk towards you. it had been too long since he’d seen you, and he couldn’t help the almost childish excitement he felt in his stomach. his mouth had only barely opened as he was about to call your name, when he realized the panicked expression on your face, your head shaking at him to stop. it stopped him in his tracks, the way your eyebrows were pinched together and your eyes were wide in… what was it? shock? fear?
it was then he realized people were shouting and pointing in your direction, drawing the attention of some nearby soldiers. the ones who trapped everyone in here in this big mess.
“isn’t she one of the ones with the ultima?”
“right here! guards!”
then it was chaos. the crowd around him screamed and pushed him further away from you as armed men swarmed the area. he had started to push back, confused and dazed as he finally caught a glimpse of you again, running in the opposite direction.
then there was a loud popping noise, one that echoed across the plaza, and he watched your body drop and disappear amongst the crowd. loud, panicked screams sounded muffled in his ears as he stumbled back, the blood in his face draining.
why was his vision blurry? where was he again?
he couldn’t breathe. he can’t breathe.
familiar hands pull him out of the crushing pushes of the crowd, keeping him upright as he gasps for air. when did his ears start ringing?
“gene! gene! come on man, let’s go, we need to get back to the room.” he’s finally able to focus on a voice, his normally narrowed blue eyes blown wide in shock.
zenix felt disturbed, looking at the state of gene in that moment. he had never seen his friend like that, his mouth was agape in shock, chest hitching unevenly as gene’s glazed over eyes looked straight through him like he wasn’t even there.
“what happened…?” he trails, before shaking his head and dragging his paralyzed friend through the crowd. “come on, sasha is back towards the condo. she’ll be worried.”
it was a blur, the next week. the guardian forces sent out a curfew, only letting people out of their rented residences if they were getting food or necessities and arresting anyone they deemed “suspicious”. he couldn’t sleep, eye bags darker than usual and skin gaunt from exhaustion.
anytime he closed his eyes he saw your face, his heart twisting at how anxious you had looked in that moment. were you able to get away? or did you bleed out on the concrete, losing consciousness as the crowd kicked sand in your face? was it instant instead, sparing you the suffering and pain? what if he was able to make it to you before you were shot, could you be here with him right now?
regret ate him alive, every moment he had spent with you replaying like a movie. your smile when you’d lock eyes with him. your eyes when you were talking about the things you liked. how he had hesitated telling you how his heart sped up when he was around you, knowing you would be leaving on vacation. what if he told you, that day?
a faint but rapid knock interrupted his thoughts, his eyes darting up to meet the wary looks of sasha and zenix. After a moment of contemplation, he gets up slowly, approaching the door and grabbing a kitchen knife from the counter. it doesn’t matter if it was the soldier who fired the shot at you or not, his jaw clenched as he hardened his resolve to plunge the object right into the throat of…
just as you were anxiously questioning if you got the condo number right, the door in front of you slightly opened, revealing the man that you had been looking for. a second passes as he stares at you, dull blue eyes boring into yours with an unreadable emotion in them. you hear something metallic drop to the tiled floor behind him, tearing your attention away from him for a split moment.
before you can say anything his hand reaches out, grasping onto your hoodie and yanking you into the room with unexpected force. shaky arms wrap around you, tight enough to almost be near painful. you register the door shutting behind you, but your focus falls on gene’s hitched breaths hitting your ear, his body feeling slightly weaker and thinner than you remember.
“who…? oh shit, she’s alive.”
zenix’s voice disappears as soon as it had appeared as sasha dragged him into another room, her voice hushed and muffled.
“gene…” you cautiously call out, earning you another tight squeeze.
your feet drag as his back hits the wall, sliding to the floor and taking you down with him. his legs trap you against him, keeping you completely crumpled in his lap. just as you’re about to say something again, you feel his entire torso shake with a silent sob, an almost inaudible whimper meeting your ears. his quiet gasps for breath hit your hair, tears dampening your neck and hoodie as his whole body continued to shudder against yours.
for a moment you’re left frozen in shock. you can’t remember one time you had seen the man cry, let alone break down as he was right now. you move your arms as much as his unyielding hold would let you, trying your best to return his desperate embrace.
“...were dead.” his voice cracks out hoarsely, only letting you hear the end of his sentence.
“...what?”
“i thought you were dead.” he shudders out another whimpered breath. “i saw you get shot.”
one of his hands that was clutching onto your shoulder moves up, shifting his grip to the back of your head and tucking you closer to the crook of his neck. he presses his nose into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo before placing a teary kiss against your head.
“i was grazed by a bullet, but i’m okay.”
his other hand finds your cheek, moving your head back enough for your eyes to meet. gingerly, you use your thumb to wipe the remaining tears from under his eyes, frowning at the swollen dark circles underneath them. his dark eyebrows are uncharacteristically upturned, and his eyelashes wet and stuck together.
midnight blue irises dart down to your lips before he meets them with his own. it’s desperate, the way he tilts your head back, one of his hands threading through your hair and the other rubbing and pinching the skin on your cheek–as if he were checking that you were really there. his lips taste salty, his tears only slightly hiding how chapped they were from a lack of hydration. he parts from you to rest his forehead against yours, his breaths finally steady and full. you stare up at him in a surprised daze, feeling the pieces of a large puzzle begin to click in your head.
slowly, the two of you rise to stand again, his hands still clinging to you as if you would disappear from them if he let go. you hear soft footsteps enter the room again, and turn to see sasha peeking through the doorway. she scans you with her eyes, before her downturned lips stretch into a rare smile.
“i’m glad you’re okay.”
zenix appears behind her, arms crossed and lips pressed together in thought. sasha kicks his shin with her foot, causing him to curse under his breath at the sharp pain.
“me too, obviously.” his eyes narrowed. “but… how did you find us, exactly?
“it’s a long story, but i came to get you guys to bring you back to where we’re all hiding out. if michael or the gf finds out you’re associated with us… you guys are safer if we’re all together.” their eyes stare blankly at you in confusion. “i can explain more later, but you should pack what you can and get ready to sneak across the island.”
“sneaking into places we’re not supposed to be is the one thing we’re good at.” sasha smirks before she and zenix retreat back into their rooms.
you glance back at gene, only to see he was still staring down at you. you raise on your tiptoes, pressing a short kiss to his lips. he leans down as his lips try to follow yours, eyes hesitating to open again
“and when we get back, you can explain more about this later.”
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#aphmau mystreet#mystreet x reader#aphmau#x reader#mystreet#aphmau gene#gene x reader#mystreet gene x reader#mystreet gene
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So I just finished FFXVI and I’m a mess. Some thoughts on the final story beats.
I see a lot of people saying that Clive, Joshua and Dion survived the final fight. I don’t think so.
Dion had a transition to white after taking Ultima’s spell at full power. While I want him to be alive and find Terence and live the happy life he should, I don’t think he is. He had his redemption and that was enough for him, though I think a story of him finding purpose when he thought his was to die would be more interesting.
I think Joshua survived and went on to write the book. I see lots of people saying Clive took his name, but that doesn’t seem right. Clive was pressured into taking Cid’s name, which handily functioned as a pseudonym and granted him anonymity. People also associated it with someone who helped liberate Bearers. It had function beyond just honouring Cid. Clive wouldn’t have taken his name, out of respect and lack of necessity. I think Ultima’s power granted Clive the power required to bring Joshua back.
Clive. Sweet, lovable, strong, bold, daring Clive. He didn’t survive. Having used the power of Ultima to fell the last crystal, he himself admitted to not being a vessel fit for it, and we see the Curse start to take over before he closes his eyes for the final time. Jill sees the Star of Metia lose her glow and she knows what this means, signalling to the player the true fate of Clive. When Torgal joins her on the landing deck, he howls in sadness. People say that some side quests hint that he survived, but in Torgal’s quest we see that he looked for Clive even when everyone else thought he was dead. Torgal didn’t go looking for him. In Harpocrate’s quest he tells Tomes that if he lives long enough he’ll use Tomes’ quill to write a book. Clive never wrote a book.
My head cannon is they all survived and lived happy, long lives, but I really don’t think this is the case.
I would love the DLC to have them all survive and try to keep people safe in a post-crystal world, or have them face the Leviathan’s Mothercrystal, but I’m assuming it’ll focus on character’s pasts, which is also interesting.
All in all 9.5/10 too many tears.
#ffxvi#ffxvi spoilers#final fantasy#final fantasy 16#clive rosfield#clive ffxvi#joshua rosfield#joshua ffxvi#dion lesage#dion ffxvi#jill warrick#jill ffxvi#torgal#terence ffxvi#sir terence#jote#ifrit#phoenix#bahamut#shiva#ultima
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Sona true form... thats a biiiiig girl
i promise you she is a very friendly kaiju and silly as hell, she listens to scatman's world on loop but you didnt hear that from me
She has a more humanoid form too she kinda pulled a "i wanna be where the people are", well you do you ariel- i mean Lazuli.
list of inspirations for her design buckle up yeehaw she's a little mix of everything i love
Multiple incarnations of Godzilla (Heisei, Millennium, '98, MV, Ultima)
Safi'jiiva
Lagiacrus
Noivern
Rathalos/Rathian
Mudkip
Allosaurids
Spinosaurids
Spyro
Coelacanth
Traditional depictions of dragons in multiple mythos
also:
She's a water dragon. She has access to high pressure water beams (you do NOT want to mess with her goddamn carwash gimmick) or to use lightning, but it comes at a cost and drains her dangerously with each attempt.
each stomach plate has a vent underneath to regulate her body temperature whenever using her lightning.
she likes girls
thanks for coming.
#oc#original character#character design#monster design#kaiju#original kaiju#dragon#dragon oc#my art#artist on tumblr#artists on tumblr#sona
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say marco, i’ll polo
Jill x female!Reader
1564 words, fluff, established relationship
Warnings: depictions of violence
Summary: It seemed like whenever you called for her, she would always find you.
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You cradled your head atop a fence along the Hideaway’s exterior.
Some people had told you that they found the lake around the Hideaway dark, deep; scary. This was usually a description that came after you’d told them you found it relaxing—the stillness of the misty air and the tranquillity of the water surface reminded you all too much of someone. With your unusual fascination with the Hideaway’s surroundings, it took no one by surprise that it was the first place you’d go to when you needed to be comforted.
Which didn’t exclude that moment. You turned your head to lay flat against the top of the railing, ignoring the bustling that was going on in your peripheral vision.
Flashes in your head of bloodstained bodies replayed nonstop like a reel that had gone haywire.
You wanted to be alone.
Or, if you had to be with someone…
You sighed, and the way your chest heaved was almost painful.
“...Wish Jill was here…”
“Yes?”
You almost jumped out of your skin, whirling around, eyes widening with delight.
Jill, with a smile that could calm a rampaging behemoth: “You called for me, my dear lady.”
“Jill!” you squealed, then threw yourself at her with nothing but trust that she would catch you.
She did; her arms found your waist, securing them firmly, then spun you around. For that joyous moment, rife with giddiness, you forgot everything—everything about the Blight, everything about Ultima, everything about curses, bearers, everything about your recently failed mission—
Your stomach churned. Faltering, you slumped in her arms, eyes cast downwards.
It didn’t escape Jill’s notice—she’d never let anything about you escape her notice. Tilting her head downwards quizzically, she lifted a hand and placed a hand on your shoulder. Cool to the touch.
“Tell me what happened.”
Her voice reminded you of soft sunshine in a flower field. You looked up to meet her eyes—welcoming and warm, in contrast to the temperature of her skin, so reassuring, so comforting, that you felt wetness prick in the corner of your eyes.
Jill raised her brows, placing her other hand on your other shoulder. “Is it something you can tell me?”
You nodded, but when you opened your mouth you were afraid your voice would warble, so you shut it again. How would you describe it to her? She would never mock or jeer at you. You could say anything. But even when you tried again, the words caught in your throat, threatening to give way to despair, so you opted to bury your head in her chest and sniffle.
“I messed up…”
Only three words, and it was more than enough for her to understand—there wasn’t much else to mess up as a cursebreaker. Jill circled you with an arm around your torso, the other hand gliding through the strands on the top of your head. “It wasn’t your fault.”
But it was. The bearers you were supposed to rescue dead, the soldiers you’d been ordered to take out escaped…
You shook your head wordlessly.
“It wasn’t,” Jill said again, this time sternly like chiding a child. Steadying two hands on your cheeks, she lifted your head to look at you uninterrupted. “Do not blame yourself for trying to be someone’s salvation. The only ones at fault are those monsters who’ve stolen away countless futures. Not you.”
She smelled like flowers.
“Are we clear?”
A surprising smile crept onto your lips, and you laughed shortly. Jill blinked. “How did you know what I was upset about when I barely said anything?”
She sighed, pressing her forehead to yours. Refreshingly chilly. “I would have failed you if I couldn’t understand what you were upset about.”
“You could never fail me, Jill.”
She only further proved your point by whisking you away to the Ale Hall for some comfort sweets.
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Your lungs were going to catch fire.
You’d been careless. You had known the soldiers from your previous assignment had escaped. You had known what kind of vengeful scoundrels they were. You had known they would stop at nothing to maul those who had provoked their pride alive.
Idiot. Why had you returned to the village, by yourself, and not expected them to have laid an ambush, waiting for your return? Why couldn’t you have waited longer before going back to check on the villagers? Why couldn’t you have troubled some of the other cursebreakers to join you?
You were going to die.
Gasping for sharp inhales of air, your legs carried you as fast as they could, sprint automatic at that point. You were faster than your pursuers, and you could outrun them—but not for long. At any moment, your legs were going to give way, collapse, and then it’d be all over.
You didn’t want to die.
A dagger sailed through the air, and your prayers went unanswered.
Pain exploded in your thigh and you tumbled forward, throwing your hands out to partially curb your fall. Gravel in the dirt grazed your palms, but it was nothing compared to the searing stab wound in your leg. Don’t take it out, you’ll die of blood loss—gritting your teeth, you struggled to your feet, limping forward a few more paces. You knew you couldn’t run. It was your loss.
The soldiers’ footsteps behind you eventually slowed to a halt. You turned back to face them with a glare, already predicting their smug, triumphant sneers plastered across their expressions.
“Maybe this’ll finally make an example of any fools who try to get in our way,” one of them—their little ringleader, you presumed—mused.
Every breath felt like it constricted your lungs more. You wanted to rip off your leg and toss it away. In defiance, you said nothing.
He guffawed, “Any last words, missy?”
“Fuck you,” you spat at them.
Even your meaningless words could cross him. His face contorted into a snarl, and he unsheathed his blade, approaching you. How sensitive he was—mindless things like those would never upset Jill.
Oh.
Under your breath, in the smallest of voices: “Jill…”
A burst of icicles rained from the sky. You barely registered the yells and terrified shrieks from the soldiers before giant crystals of ice exploded on the ground, the impact blowing half of them away and barricading the rest, if they hadn’t been frozen over to death. You didn’t even notice the leader whip around before a wall of ice crashed between the two of you, sealing him away from you—you’d been too enticed with the sparkling dust dancing in the air.
Up above, a blizzard was howling in Shiva’s eyes.
When they caught sight of you, they visibly softened. She descended towards you, and you thought she almost looked like a fairy.
As she landed, in a veil of glittering mist, Jill emerged again. She walked to your side, steadily, with an eerie calmness—she mustn’t have primed for very long. When she reached you, she knelt down on one knee in front of you.
“Jill,” you breathed, and you had forgotten about how every inch of your body was in pain.
She nodded, resting a hand on yours wordlessly. It was cold, but it felt so warm.
“I’m still okay,” you said. Your leg was punctured, but it wasn’t fatal. You’d live if you saw a healer. More importantly: “Watch out, the soldiers are still—”
You fell silent as she cupped your cheek with a gloved hand. Her gaze had fallen to the dagger, still protruding from your thigh, and then slowly dragged back up to meet your eyes.
She smiled, so softly, you felt like the frigid air was going to melt you.
“I’ll kill them.”
With a brandish of her sword, she swept back towards the soldiers with the grace of a deadly dancer.
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It was over in minutes.
Jill returned to you, clothes splattered with crimson. Wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she exhaled the same way she did when she finished a light sparring session. You watched her every step as she crouched down next to you.
You wanted to hug her, but your arms wouldn’t obey you anymore. You settled for a feeble grin. “You saved me.”
“No.” She carefully examined the dagger in your leg. “I almost failed to protect what is rightfully mine.” Very, very gently, she meticulously drew the weapon out from piercing you, hovering a hand over and freezing the wound over before it could open and gush out. She couldn’t heal well, but it was a trick she’d learnt to shield injuries until a reliable healer was available.
“I already told you that you could never fail me.”
“I would have failed myself.” Throwing the dagger a distance away, she rested a hand on your shoulder. If you stayed very still, you could feel her tremble. “When I heard you returned to the village, I was so afraid, I…”
You must’ve worried her terribly. You chewed on your bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”
Jill looked at you, almost looking like a lost child. After a few moments, when it finally settled in that you were alright, you were safe, she finally smiled again.
As the both of you journeyed back to the village for a healer, you pondered on it: it seemed like whenever you called for her, she would always find you.
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TESTIMONI
Salvi per caso
LILIANA SEGRE, La memoria rende liberi
Da anni, ogni volta che mi sento chiedere: "Come è potuto accadere tutto questo?", rispondo con una sola parola, sempre la stessa. Indifferenza. Tutto comincia da quella parola. Gli orrori di ieri, di oggi e di domani fioriscono all'ombra di quella parola. Per questo ho voluto che fosse scritta nell'atrio del Memoriale della Shoah di Milano, quel binario 21 della Stazione Centrale da cui partirono tanti treni diretti ai campi di sterminio, incluso il mio.
PRIMO LEVI, Se questo è un uomo
Ognuno si congedò dalla vita nel modo che più gli si addiceva. Alcuni pregarono, altri bevvero oltre misura, altri si inebriarono di nefanda ultima passione. Ma le madri vegliarono a preparare con dolce cura il cibo per il viaggio, e lavarono i bambini, e fecero i bagagli, all'alba i fili spinati erano pieni di biancheria infantile stesa al vento ad asciugare.
HANNAH ARENDT, La banalità del male – Eichmann a Gerusalemme
Adolf Eichmann andò alla forca con gran dignità. Aveva chiesto una bottiglia di vino rosso e ne aveva bevuto metà. […] Era completamente padrone di sé, anzi qualcosa di più: era completamente se stesso. Nulla lo dimostra meglio della grottesca insulsaggine delle sue ultime parole. […] Era come se in quegli ultimi minuti egli ricapitolasse la lezione che quel suo lungo viaggio nella malvagità umana ci aveva insegnato – la lezione della spaventosa, indicibile e inimmaginabile banalità del male.
Il guaio del caso Eichmann era che di uomini come lui ce n'erano tanti e che questi tanti non erano né perversi né sadici, bensì erano, e sono tuttora, terribilmente normali. Dal punto di vista delle nostre istituzioni giuridiche e dei nostri canoni etici, questa normalità è più spaventosa di tutte le atrocità messe insieme, poiché implica – come già fu detto e ripetuto a Norimberga dagli imputati e dai loro patroni – che questo nuovo tipo di criminale, realmente hostis generis humani, commette i suoi crimini in circostanze che quasi gli impediscono di accorgersi o di sentire che agisce male.
ELIE WIESEL, La notte
Mai dimenticherò quella notte, la prima notte nel campo, che ha fatto della mia vita una lunga notte e per sette volte sprangata. Mai dimenticherò quel fumo. Mai dimenticherò i piccoli volti dei bambini di cui avevo visto i corpi trasformarsi in volute di fumo sotto un cielo muto. Mai dimenticherò quelle fiamme che consumarono per sempre la mia Fede. Mai dimenticherò quel silenzio notturno che mi ha tolto per l'eternità il desiderio di vivere. Mai dimenticherò quegli istanti che assassinarono il mio Dio e la mia anima, e i mei sogni, che presero il volto del deserto. Mai dimenticherò tutto ciò, anche se fossi condannato a vivere quanto Dio stesso. Mai.
Ormai non mi interessavo ad altro che alla mia scodella quotidiana di zuppa, al mio pezzo di pane raffermo. Il pane, la zuppa: tutta la mia vita. Ero un corpo. Forse ancora meno: uno stomaco affamato. Soltanto lo stomaco sentiva il tempo passare.
ETTY HILLESUM, Diario 1941-1943
Si vorrebbe essere un balsamo per molte ferite.
BRUNO BETTELHEIM, Sopravvivere
La nostra esperienza nei campi di concentramento non ci ha insegnato che la vita non ha senso, che il mondo dei vivi è un grande bordello, che bisognerebbe vivere secondo le primordiali esigenze del corpo, ignorando le creazioni della cultura. La nostra esperienza ci ha insegnato che per disgraziato che sia il mondo in cui viviamo, la differenza che esiste tra di esso e il mondo dei campi di concentramento è grande come quella tra la notte e il giorno, tra l'inferno e il paradiso, tra la morte e la vita.
PRIMO LEVI, I sommersi e i salvati
Definirlo "nevrosi" [quello stato di perenne disagio del prigioniero] è riduttivo e ridicolo. Forse sarebbe più giusto riconoscervi un'angoscia atavica, quella di cui si sente l'eco nel secondo versetto della Genesi: l'angoscia inscritta in ognuno del "tòhu vavòhu", dell'universo deserto e vuoto, schiacciato sotto lo spirito di Dio, ma da cui lo spirito dell'uomo è assente: non ancora nato o già spento".
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Well I sorta did a thing with Aaron and made him more Menphia centered than Shad centered (yk. Cause the whole ultima werewolf thing) so honestly, he'd probably just stay a Menphia believer— Which works, Menphia is one of Irene's many lovers (The DWs were probably just a fucked up polycile let's be honest /j)
Also exactly! Vylad saved Levin, so it'd be difficult if Vylad is. Currently in a coma. In a grave. Soon to wake up and get HORRIFIC claustrophobia. And even if the Lord did die, who'd do it? Why? Irene doesn't really seem to have any ire for this place, so I'm leading less into "The place is a mess because the Lord is dead" and more into "The place is a mess because the Lord is too focused on expanding it than maintaining what the village is now" Or maybe I find some way to bs my way out of it and have Irene attack them
ALSO YES ANTHROMAU FOR THE WIN MAKE MY GIRL A STRANGE INHUMAN CRYPTID
oo i like the menphia aaron thing thats cool. he is a warrior and everything, so it fits.
i feel like the lord should still die (eventually) and it should be bc of an anthro girl. dismantling the system one murder at a time.
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My 1st Randomly Generated Marine Chapter
This was my first attempt at creating a Space Marine Chapter randomly.
So I decide to randomly create and generate a Space Marine chapter by using and messing around with 1d6chan(rip 1d4chan)'s Space Marine Chapter Creation Table and Roll A Die to get the results. Why? Because I thought it would be fun. Note; I did for fun, and there is going to be a lot of interpretation and speculation on my part, but I guess that's the part of the fun.
So here are the results of this me messing around;
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Chapter Origins:
Why Was The Chapter Founded? (d10)
10: Crusade - "We need people running around and hitting the Imperium's enemies. Found a Chapter!"
When Was The Chapter Founded? (d100)
97: M41/M42; Ultima Founding consisting of Primaris Marines. Actually in two waves (+ intermittents in-between), first in 999.M41 and 000.M42, intermittent foundings during the intervening years to replace destroyed chapters or garrison key areas, and the second in 012.M42 after the first phase of the Indomitus Crusade ended with victory at the Battle of Raukos from the last core of Unnumbered Sons veterans, capping off the largest founding in history.
Who was the Chapter's Progenitor? (d100)
71: Dark Angels
Chapter Properties and Flaws:
Gene-seed purity (d10)
10: Flawed - Chapter's gene-seed is flawed and sets them apart from their progenitor - roll on Chapter Flaws table
Chapter Demeanour (d10)
10*: Uphold the Honour of the Emperor - Performing unheroic acts? *BLAM* NO
or alternatively, since I'd already rolled 10 once for above, I decide to roll again and I got...
1: Swift As The Wind - Going slowly and thinking things out? BLAM NO
Based on the Chapter's Progenitor, how likely are they to suffer gene-seed mutation? (d100/d20)
Dark Angels - 10% (1-2)
d100; 44/d20; 12
If they have a new mutation, what is it? (d10)
7: Lost zygote - Something's gone. One of the silly EMPRAH-BLESSED things like the Betcher's Gland or Melanchromic Organ, not something critical like the Black Carapace
Progenitor-specific mutation
Dark Angels Lost zygote
Lost Zygotes (d100)
60: Oolitic Kidney
Since I got really confused and didn't know really about interpreted them above as I didn't know if it there only need to be one lost zygotes or two, I decide to roll again
100: Roll twice on this Chart
68: Neuroglottis
59: Oolitic Kidney*
I'd already rolled for Oolitic Kidney, so either the above is good enough or I reroll again
27: Occulobe
If one exists, what is the Chapter's Flaw? (d10)
4: Pride in the Colours - The Chapter hates doing anything that covers their livery, including wearing Deathwatch black.
Chapter Legends:
Figure of Legend (d100)
96: Battle-Brother (roll d10 twice to determine company and squad).
I decided to roll both 2d10 once and roll 1d10 twice
6 & 7: 7th squad of 6th Company
or alternatively,
5: 5th Company
4: 4th squad
Deeds of Legend (d100)
69: The figure led an action against an Eldar craftworld, boarding it and inflicting grievous casualties before withdrawing.
He and his Chapter are especially hated by the pernicious Eldar, for whom the event is still fresh and raw.
Chapter Homeworld and its Properties
Chapter homeworld (d100)
35: Feral World
Fleets 10+d10 vessels: 8
Homeworld terrain (d100)
29: Desert
Rule of homeworld (d10)
3: Stewardship - "Hi, Planetary Governor? It's me, the Chapter Master. Just calling you to remind you that I outrank you, even if I don't do anything."
Not Fleet-Based, so I can ignored that
Tactical and Strategic Organization
d10 Result - Chapter organisation and Variant Base Chapter
10: Unique organisation/Unique(Codex)
Combat doctrine (d10)
6: Drop Pod
Characteristic Chapter Training (d100 Result)
44: Endure Anything: Training in this chapter emphasizes the need for any squad to be ready to endure any trials they find themselves in. They produce tough, durable brothers with diverse specialties.
Chapter Specialities
Specialty restrictions (units the chapter cannot field) - Only roll if Unique Organisation was selected (d100)
15: Apothecary (someone still needs to collect the progenoids)
Special equipment- Roll once if Divergent was selected, twice if Unique Organisation was selected (d100)
Rolling 2d100
81: Preferred Fighting Style: The Chapter has a specific way in which it prefers to go about killing the enemy in the name of the God-Emperor of Mankind. Examples: Bolt Pistol and Chainsword, dual Power Swords, special Bolter pattern or ammunition
99: Modified Weaponry: When the Chapter’s forges produce a weapon, they produce them in a style that is specific to their Chapter. Examples: Power Sabre, Bolt Pistol with weighted butt for clubbing.
or alternatively,
Rolling 1d100 twice
58: Blessed Wargear: It is common for members of this Chapter to have their Wargear blessed by a Chaplain before battle. Doing so puts the Battle-Brother’s mind at ease and more focused on the task at hand.
81: Preferred Fighting Style: The Chapter has a specific way in which it prefers to go about killing the enemy in the name of the God-Emperor of Mankind. Examples: Bolt Pistol and Chainsword, dual Power Swords, special Bolter pattern or ammunition
Chapter Beliefs
What form do the Chapters' beliefs take? (d100)
84: Totem Creature - "You know how we've got an animal as our Chapter symbol? Yeah, we're going to stick that everywhere."
Chapter Strength
At what strength is the Chapter? (d10)
2: Under Strength: The Chapter is recovering from a defeat or accident that occurred several decades ago, or has recently suffered heavy, but not irrecoverable losses. It is probably at a minimum of half strength, and should return to nominal strength within a decade.
Chapter Relations
Who are your Chapter friendly with? (d100)
24: Another Chapter (choose one)
Hhhmmmm… Maybe either the White Scars or the Space Wolves, depending on how your interpreted it.
Who are the Chapter's enemies?(d100)
27: The Tau Empire (alternatively, you may select a particular Sept, Commander, or Ethereal)
Ooooooo, the Tau Empire, my favorite faction in 40k (mostly due to the battle suit, so sue me :P), but I think I'll go with selecting a particular Sept, Commander, or Ethereal option. But i'll most probably do that in one of the reblog of this post.
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#1d6chan#random generator#random character generator#space marines#adeptus astartes
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Just as MyStreet isn’t modern AU MCD, MCD is not fantasy AU MyStreet. If y’all want Big MyStreet Component but Fantasy (such as Zane Chan, and dare I say werewolf/ultima Aaron) then just. Make your own fantasy AU. Do not tie yourself to the confines of MCD’s convoluted mess and characters that do not translate to their MyStreet counterparts (cough cough Zane cough cough)
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[Language barriers and the Echo Anon] You ever keep yourself awake at night thinking how they hand waved currency differences in FFXIV. Sure I’m fully aware that tomestones, tribal currency and other such things exist but the majority of things are paid with Gil. It makes sense in Eorzea but less so elsewhere. Kugane can be justified with being the only open trading port of Hingashi, Thavnair receiving trade from Eorzea and the First’s currencies being so tossed about post Flood they accept Gil now but would it really make sense in places like Yanxia or Rak’tika(rural)? I don’t want to think about how places that you aren’t supposed to visit again lore wise(Elpis, UT and the illusory Amaurot in Tempest) can accept gil as payment and or even trade goods.
I really don't worry about it, especially if we go with the idea of Gil being a typical gold-based currency just with a funny name.
It was also an Allagan thing, recycled by Eorzeans. And with trade with Eorzea being common, it does mostly work in the Source. Yanxia is Doma, more open to trade and outsiders than even Hingashi, and has been part of Garlemald besides--and the Empire has no issue taking Eorzean coin and probably has a similar Allagan-inspired currency that's equivalent, given how much else they base upon the old empire.
Mostly it IS a gameplay convenience even more than the languages so players don't also have to worry about the Gil to Koban exchange rate, but there's also nothing saying the WoL and Scions aren't dealing in Koban when in the East and the game just doesn't deal with that.
As for the First, that's just a mess of handwaving a world actively in the midst of apocalypse and maybe we'll get more details in the 3rd lorebook, but they seem to be having a "collapse the languages and currency down since the remaining population is so small" situation there, and everyone has to trade with one another for survival purposes; even the Viis, who start working with the Qitari and the Night's Blessed.
And while a barter system for the Viis on introduction (or even the Xaela of the Steppe) might seem to make sense, it also unnecessarily complicates and bogs down story and gameplay, so like a LOT of other things in the game, shorthands it to "they just take your coin."
Which I find more and more, people kind of forget, especially when criticizing how "fast and easy" something resolves, that in the scope of the game, pretty much everything is shorthanded to keep gameplay and story moving along, from conversations to rest periods to equipment acquisition to scenes we don't see play out between NPCs and to the vast majority of gameplay mechanics where they intersect with character actions and interactions.
FFXIV tries real hard to make some gameplay part of the world and story, like teleportation. Or they make bland excuses on why we can wander around the 3 city-states post-Banquet, or why the WoL isn't given a shock collar too in Tertium, or can keep visiting unique locations for specific storypoints like Ultima Thule and Elpis. And if we were playing a traditional standalone, single-player FF game, those situations would be written and played out differently.
But sometimes a lore lampshade is just a lampshade, and not all game mechanics are actually lore, but ways for players to fill in the gaps when it comes to Roleplay and Fanfiction.
EDIT: And here's a post from some other folks, with some sources, that barter wasn't as widespread as people think, most places--even remote and sparsely populated--had regular commerce, and currency of some form was far more common and far-reaching than might be assumed.
Remember, folks: Hollywood and other media rarely have accurate portrayals of history, and our own modern assumptions of things being different "back then" are often wrong. Street vendors and athletic sponsorships were common in Rome and "Tiffany" is a medieval (nick)name.
#final fantasy xiv#Gil#Gameplay#Lore#Story#MSQ#Encyclopaedia Eorzea#Allag#Eorzea#Garlemald#Doma#Kugane#Viis#Azim Steppe
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