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#oc: avi’li
lilas · 5 months
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extremely attracted to him rn
BONUS:
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impossible-rat-babies · 7 months
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oc-tober day 4–avi’li sostomi (he/him) for @lilas
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coldshrugs · 4 months
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Hi hello you asked for warm mushy oc or ship thoughts so I give you Erenville working in Coerthas and Avi’li is there visiting/helping him, and them coming in from a cold day’s work and getting warm again with soup + hot chocolate o cuddling under blankets and furs and it is an image that constantly turns in my head 🥹😔
oh my god, this is so warm!!!!
i can so perfectly envision the steam coming off of bowls of hot soup and feel how it warms their hands. see them snuggling under chunky blankets with thick socks, breathing into each other's hands and nuzzling until they're toasty!!!
thank you meg :>
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lilas · 12 days
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15 lines of dialogue
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Tagged by @coldshrugs ty!! 💋 and tagging @impossible-rat-babies @narrativefoiltrope @veeples @hylfystt @anneapocalypse @elizabethrobertajones @birues !! (if you want to share!)
pulling lines for Avi’li, most of these are unpublished wips, i’m still new to writing anything so I’m happy I have this little collection tbh!
Avi’li watches him, eyes half lidded, with the smallest upward curve to his lips. Not quite a smirk, but somehow just as smug if not more. Knowing.
“Well met, Claudoix. Tis good to see that current events haven't impacted your mood. Or volume.”
“You didn’t see them, Aym!” Suddenly, Avi’li is up, moving, hands wrested away from the suffocating coddling. “The way the empire beat these people down and—and,” he paces, “we only survived because we weren’t worthy of killing. What good are we to them if we can’t defend them against that—that monster!”
“What’s a little spit between friends?”
“Aye, here for all your blowing needs.”
“Are you taking or leaving it, Claudoix. Quickly, the Lord Commander’s stress and dignity are at stake.”
Pillow books, Emmanellain had said. But Avi’li is from Limsa, and he immediately knew the books for what they were. “This is porn.”
Avi’li’s smile becomes a grin. “What look?”
“Oh fuck off.”
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lilas · 4 months
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have some sleepy averic kisses
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lilas · 4 months
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i… have no caption but look at ✨t h e m✨
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lilas · 3 months
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thank you @gibbarts for sharing this template, this was a lot of fun!
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lilas · 1 month
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five character associations — avi’li
tagged by @galadae ty beloved!
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emotions
Curiosity
Wonder
Patience
Restlessness
Doubt
colors
Morbal Green
Dark Green
Rolanberry Red
Grape Purple
Rhotano Blue
scents
Salted ocean breeze
Ozone, like after a thunder storm
Sweat and coconut scented sunblock
Strong morning coffee
A warm, spiced cedar with a hint of maple, a cologne Aymeric gifted him that he still has*
*about to run out though, maybe he can pick some more in Tural with Erenville’s guidance ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
objects
Blades (daggers, swords, daggers that are swords, ring blades, greatswords); a growing collection
Pine bonsai that Yugiri gifted him
Books, in a neat stack or neatly put away on shelves
Maps (star maps, sea charts, aether current maps)
Longboots (old, worn, taken care of)
body language
Cat Boy Squat™️
Straight back, relaxed shoulders, arms loose by his sides
Tail wrapped around someone he cares about, tucked head and body into their side
Weight balanced in the balls of his feet, for quick movement
Restless fingers, making faint mudra shapes absentmindedly
aesthetics
Middle of the night, calm and cool, quiet save for the hum of insects and the movement of wind and waves or the crunch of snow
Mid-day naps in rooms drowning in sunlight
Cracks of lightning across the sky, across hair and fingertips
A binder of letters from home and other loved ones
Sparks flying off blades as metal clashes against metal
no pressure tagging: @roguelioness @birues @lavampira @coldshrugs @gwaha @greyyourwarden @the-rogue-mockingjay
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lilas · 5 months
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tfw oh. (derogatory)
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“oh. oh no he’s hot, gods why am i into this.”
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lilas · 5 months
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sunbath 🌅
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lilas · 1 month
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the well documented avi sleepies in regards to this post
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fig 1. in the mor dhona bar
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fig 2. on the couch in the Fortemps manor
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fig 3. sunlit field of flowers (dual attack by sunlight and pollen)
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fig 4. standing ankle deep in a muddy ass pond
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fig 5. standing knee deep in snow in the cold ass mountains
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lilas · 4 months
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happy new year’s eve, look at these idiots I never posted
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lilas · 4 months
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Troll Watching
WoL (Avi’li Sostomi) + Erenville
WC: 1117 | Rating: G
While recovering in Sharlayan, Avi’li thinks it might be fun to assist Erenville with his tasks. 1/?
The air is pleasant in Labyrinthos. The approximation of dusk settles over the area. It still shocks Avi’li to feel the change to the environment despite it being a fake sunset. Light filters through the leaves and clouds, colors skew towards a warm purpley tint, and the air cools. All uncannily familiar. Tis a comfort in some ways, to have a wide natural-ish space to rest in when the city itself is overstimulating, but off putting in others. The air doesn’t taste or smell the same, and Avi’li can only take so much of this not-quite-sameness before heading above to breathe in the biting salty breeze off the ocean.
But the docks are full of people, and people are what Avi’li wants to avoid right now.
So he sits, stretched out on a branch and hidden by thick swathes of leaves, watching two baby trolls wrestle in the field beneath him. A loud crack sounds when one of the trolls—a babe with a lightly colored matted mane down its back—body slams the other one against a nearby boulder. Avi’li winces and his body naturally shifts forward to jump down and check the creature, but both trolls are up and biting at each other's arms before Avi’li can get his legs beneath him.
“You can still join them, if you wish.”
Avi’li’s shoulders jump, and his head dips down to spy Erenville at the base of the tree. He’s nearly hidden by the shade of the growing gloom of the forest, but scant swathes of light catch his jaw, his golden eyes, and dark lips quirked up into an amused half smile.
A friendly face, but a sliver of frustration pricks at the nape of Avi’li’s neck. Erenville must be there because someone (Raha? Kriel?) is looking for him (Shtola?).
Great.
He looks again at the rolling trolls as he rises to his feet, poised and balanced on the branch, his long tail arcing behind him.
“Nah, I’d just crash the vibe,” Avi’li says and steps off. He lands steady on his feet, crouched in a flurry of leaves that follow his descent, and straightens himself to full height (still more than a half falm shorter than Erenville if you don’t count the ears—Avi’li doesn’t) in one fluid motion. Then, he immediately slumps forward with a heavy huff. “So, who’s lookin for me now?”
Erenville lifts a brow, “My job isn’t to fetch you.”
“Aren’t you a gleaner? Isn’t that part of your job, to fetch things?”
“Not the things that can fetch themselves.” Erenville adjusts his backpack, “I saw you and I wanted to say hi, but if I am intruding I will—“
Oh.
“No, it's fine. I’m sorry.” Avi’li lifts his hands to rub at his face, “I thought––I assumed wrong. Sorry.”
“I wasn’t offended. I get it.” Avi’li meets Erenville’s eyes as he continues, voice dry but warm, “I’ll leave you be and let you go back to your troll wrestling.”
The two trolls, momentarily forgotten, lay in a pile in the tall grass. Tuckered out from their playing. Erenville chuckles at the sight.
“Or not. I guess you need to find other entertainment.”
Avi’li looks warmly at the trolls then casts a look around Labyrinthos. They stand on the outermost ring, looking over the rest of the complex. Dusky oranges and spreading indigo color the simulated sky. An entire night stretches out before Avi’li and few ways to while the hours away aside from a pile of books. If only he had any desire or attention to read. Used to be that he was an avid reader, but since returning from Ultima Thule words become blurred ink on the page.
“What’re you doing right now?” Avi asks Erenville who lifts a hand in a gesture.
“An alchemical researcher requested a few items.”
“Still working? There’s scant daylight left.”
Erenville shrugs, “Such is the way of a scholar. Always one more page to turn, one more theory to jot down, or, in my case, one more thing I need not have to worry about tomorrow. One of what I seek is a particular breed of nightcap that I need to harvest under certain conditions.”
“You can only harvest it at night?”
“You can only harvest the guttation at night.” Avi’li’s face scrunches in confusion. Erenville continues, gesturing with his hands, presenting the concept to Avi’li, “It’s a saplike ooze some more water inclined breeds of fungi can produce, sometimes from their gills and sometimes from pores in their caps.”
Avi’li nods along to Erenville’s words. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a mushroom ooze before. Then again, he’s never paid much attention to mushrooms when they’re not on his plate or in his bowl. Did the giant mushroom men in Gridania count? But Erenville has him curious, so he asks, “And why do they do this?”
“It’s a way of relieving water pressure that builds up.”
“Like crying?”
Erenville considers, “I suppose that’s a fair comparison, though a little sad to think about a fungus crying bloody tears.”
“Certainly not the only one amongst us.” Ah.
It was meant as a joke but Avi’li’s words didn’t have that pep or punch to them, weighed down by a smidge too much truth. Erenville shifts, unsure how to interpret the “joke” so Avi’li laughs. Too soft to fully shake off the awkwardness, but it serves as a nice deflection.
“First you’re a frog expert, now you’re a mushroom expert?”
“Knowing a few facts doesn’t make an expert.”
An extended pause ends that little exchange. Avi’li has no idea where he intended to take that specific line of conversation. At least Erenville looks amused now instead of whatever that previous emotion was. Something akin to worry, which the Scions give him enough of.
Avi’li’s eyes glide over the scene once again—the lookout over Labyrinthos and the growing dusk, the troll cuddle pile, Erenville.
Fuck it, there are worse ways to spend a night.
“Care if I accompany you?” Avi’li grins at the skeptical look Erenville gives him. “Love to see what this “mushroom ooze” is all ‘bout.”
“And I am sure you’re genuinely interested and not simply bored out of your skull.” Light catches in Erenville’s eyes as he lifts his chin and passes Avi’li, teasing, “I guess I can have you on as my assistant again.”
Avi’li follows at Erenville’s side, his footsteps brisker than the long strides of his companion, smirks and says, “Aye, here for all your blowing needs.”
That was a much better joke. Erenville twists his nose up and rewards him with a snort. “Right, that cloudkin. I think we can keep the blowgun packed away while we deal with completely inmobile fungi.”
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lilas · 7 months
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lilas · 6 months
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his name is yugi’a. 🥺
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lilas · 5 months
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they share clothes now
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