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iingezo · 2 years
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Amir for @taetelli !
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g-gumdrops · 2 years
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This is my goal with every post thank u @taetelli
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atomicdeke · 4 years
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“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?” (for jaaster) and “ who are you, really ?” (for vander)
(Thanks for the ask, @taetelli!)
Jaaster
“When they use their power to put people down.” He grips the cup tightly, eyes fixed on the table. “It’s not right. Not when those people didn’t do anything wrong. They’re just trying to live and do the best they can, and they don’t need knights riding in, just looking for somebody to throw off a cliff, and - “ Jaaster jumps as the cup shatters in his hand, the anger in his face gone and instantly replaced with chagrin. “Oh, no, I’m...I’m sorry, I’ll, uh, I’ll pay for that.”
Vander
“If you think I’m going to tell you all of that because I’m drunk, you’re going to be sorely disappointed. I’m not that easy. I will, however, tell you one of the people I truly am. I wasn’t just some gil-a-dozen cutthroat in a rusty crawler, you know. Even when I just started out, I was a cut above the rest, and I damn well proved it on every ship I crewed. Hells, I sailed under the flag of the Bloody Executioners, the most feared crew Limsa’s ever known!” He leans back and throws his arms wide. “I was fucking Wiltfyr, burning and looting my way from the Rhotano to the Sea of Jade like a godsdamned wildfire, and when I decided I wanted my own ship, not a soul spoke against me.” He closes his eyes, nodding to himself. “That’s when I knew...” Vander’s eyes open, flick up to his questioner, and he smirks. “...that you can’t get me drunk enough to tell the rest.”
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thanidiel · 4 years
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[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine
It is very hard to say ‘No’ to Ambaghai, for he asks little and when he does, that is even more minute than the frequency of request. 
She really wants to just turn around and tell him to go fucking ask someone else.
But then she’d end up looking at that somber face and the waxen illness sweated across it.
This is one of the rare moments that she’d like Vander to walk through the door right now so that she can pass off responsibility. Kowa is probably awake too, but she is pretty sure Kowa would box her ears for bothering her - Xiaohu is the one that had the audacity to come to their home in the middle of the night, and now she had to lie in this grave.
Or improvise.
She remembers E’leyna telling her that these ‘sandwiches’ are very good for the sick. She fails to see how something crappy, and cold, can compare to a bowl of broth or congee, but E’leyna knows everything that there is know about the Universe.
And she sees one of these ‘sandwiches’ in their icebox with Jaaster’s name on the parchment paper.
He will miss it, but he will also blame himself.
...so she unwraps that right onto a plate.
@taetelli @atomicdeke
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elegant-etienne · 4 years
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32. Dust motes
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story!
In silent rooms with big windows, they catch fire and die. Dust, little leavings, floating.
Etienne’s husband - the doctor - says they’re all dead cells. Detritus. Already dead, sloughed off living skin. Catching fire. Dying. 
If Etienne shouts, it isn’t loud enough to make them move. In silent rooms or loud ones, they catch fire and die. Dust, little leavings, from that which already lived, floating. Already dead.
It is the same in every room they’ve ever left: their mother’s room, the one she died in. Cold stone. High windows. No matter how cold it is outside, they’re on fire. And the dust, the little leavings, are floating, catching fire and dying. The apartment in Sultana’s breath, after their husband is gone. The clinic, the new office, the new house when it’s empty without the new soon-to-be-husband, the new house when it’s empty when Etienne realizes they shouldn’t have a husband, the Church, the Ossuary, the bedroom where Etienne was too young for that, too young, the sitting room, the secret apartment, that bedroom with the big windows and the fireplace and he’s a liar, don’t listen to him. Silence.
They’re nothing, you know. They’re nothing at all. They’re remnants of something else, they’re nothing on their own, they only look alive, they only look on fire, they cannot die, they were never alive.
So.
It doesn’t really matter much at all. Just a trick of the light.
(( Thanks for the ask, @taetelli ! ))
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redmatches · 4 years
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❛ I guess you don’t get that, you don’t really get it until you fuck up. ❜
((All these prompts are getting angsty, I’m sorry!))
"Why'd you have to go fight?" Elise asked, gazing into the golden inlay sword. A paladin's sword. In the service of the Sultana and Eorzea, her own friend, Emmelline had risen from the ranks of the refugees and managed to join the ranks of the paladins. It was inspiring to watch a friend rise, to fight for the defense of people so selflessly. And envious to see success in this insidious society. And Elise never had the chance to say anything before Emmelline left.
"I could've-- you didn't have to go fight, I..." Elise was simply at a loss for words, staring into the glistening blade that still somehow seemed flawless despite use in combat. "I could've saved you... or I could've told you how much I care and now..."
Elise thought about the times she could've approached Emmelline, or how she could've found more time outside of being a mercenary to go visit her friend. Her thoughts lingered on ifs and when, and how maybe if she was around more, it could've changed the roll of destiny. Perhaps, just perhaps, if she could've caught Emmelline in time, she wouldn't have gone to Carteneau. Or perhaps, she could've brought Emmelline around, and they could've been mercenaries together. Or maybe, if she hadn't thrashed words in jealousy. That had to be the wedge, right?
Tears began flowing down Elise's face as she dropped the sword onto the tile, clutching her head as she began sobbing into her lap. No matter what she wanted to reason, the truth was that Emmelline would've fought in Carteneau no matter what. And the truth was, despite that all, Elise felt her fuck up. She should've, in the end, apologized to Emmelline, too. But Emmelline's apparent last thoughts were to only give Elise this sword.
But here she was. A girl, with a dead friend's sword. Elise grabbed the blade, clutching it until her hands bled, trying to stop her desperate sobs. "I'm sorry, Emm. I'm not worthy of your sword."
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grantffxiv · 4 years
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[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food
Grant walked around the familiar building of the Enclave, glancing about the crowd that was gathered here for some form of celebration. He held what appeared to be a tray of moogle shaped muffins, fresh off from his bakery that he had brought for this occasion. Not one to simply freeload and let others provide for him in this potluck, he was determined to have each and every member of the enclave sample his new creation. The muffin was vanilla flavoured and covered in white chocolate to give off the impression of a moogle’s head while it was iced with a liberal strawberry icing to of course emulate a moogle’s pom. He went around handing the muffins out to various members of the enclave before spotting a certain Xaelan man standing by the wall. Determined not to miss a single person, Grant walked over to the taller Xaela, offering him one of the muffins.
“Greetings, Ser Ambaghai. Please help yourself to a muffin. The sweetness will surely assist you in your vigilant watch.” He remarked and greeting, giving a polite nod of his head.
((Thanks for the prompt! @taetelli))
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catscratching · 4 years
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send🥛for a drink headcanon
Since the meme doesn’t really specify if this is regular beverage drinking habits or alcohol, I’ll answer for both.
Cat loves hot beverages - cocoa, coffee, tea, all are great in her book.   She likes frou frou stuff like PSLs just as much as she likes plain black coffee.  She’s very simplistic with her cooking skills, and left to her own devices she’d live off sandwiches and oatmeal, but she knows beverages and can make a mean pot of coffee or really good Ishgardian tea.   She’s known for bringing a pot of chocolate, milk and a tray of marshmallows out to the fire at the Enclave and making giant pots of hot drinking chocolate for anyone that spends time with her.
Alcohol... is her drug of choice for escapism.  She does occasionally smoke cigarettes, but avoids all other intoxicants.  She likes beverages with strong flavors; wines or whiskey is her preference, although she’ll drink rum and anything else that’s available.
She is a happy, giggly drunk up to a point, and while she can put away more than one might expect given her petite frame, it’s not difficult for someone larger with more muscle mass to put her under the table.  Mixing alcohol with sharp objects is not advised, as Ambaghai and C’ahis discovered the night Kerrath gave her his axe to play with after she’d been drinking.  (No one was injured)
When she’s had too much, she gets quiet and introspective, spending too much time in her own head.  
Whiskey in hot milk tea is one of her favorite nightcaps.  She says it helps her sleep, but given how often members of the Enclave have spotted her wandering the halls at all hours of the day and night, that claim is questionable.
Thanks for the ask! Sorry about the delay in responding! @taetelli )
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daihell · 5 years
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taetelli replied to your post “welp I did it. I went ahead and got a ff14 subscription (I already...”
just wait til you get the collesium gear. it's ALL skimpy
My warrior lady will probably be annoyed but Kath is So Down lol
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janijaire · 4 years
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// This was actually supposed to be an OOC ask answer but then RP happened and my brain wouldn’t shut up. Since there were two questions, this is just the first from @taetelli : character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
@atomicdeke and @astrolevitation for mentions~
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While the director rests, he talks. It's not for any actual reason. There's no cause to think that Vander's tonics won't work, so it's entirely likely that the woman is completely out. Still, he had found it comforting when she had quite literally talked him to sleep just a sennight ago, so perhaps he just wants to repay the kindness. 
He really isn't one for talking just to fill silence. Usually. Better to have everyone think you're a fool than open your mouth and prove them right, as they say. Maybe a part of him simply hopes that it might help to keep those afterimages away, even if he has absolutely nothing to prove it might.
It's just about the book he'd brought with him, at first. Idle comments about the subject and then some paragraphs until his back starts to ache and he has to stand. She'd given him permission to use her astroscope, so he lets curiosity take the reins and open the window to put the thing to use.
“I’ve never really been good at this sort of thing–the talking. A product of my upbringing, perhaps, if you could call wandering around the woods an upbringing at all.”
As she'd warned he has to adjust the thing to save his neck, but does his best to remember how everything was before he touched it.
"I met Itonne and Ladroix right after the growth that took me from very nearly normal to... well, this. I was seventeen, or 'roundabouts, as I've told you before. I walked around like a newborn fawn and was just as clumsy with words."
It's a clear night, at least, so he actually has something to look at in the sky which helps to draw his focus from his words. It's easier that way, not thinking and debating over every word as he is wont to do when anyone conscious is around to hear.
"Even after a few years, I think 'tis less that I got better at it and more they simply knew what I was trying to say. There lies a harsh difference between being well spoken and speaking well, I think you'd agree."
If she weren't recovering from a task that, while successful, seems to have taken a heavy toll. With a quiet sigh, his tone drops to something closer to a murmur.
"Talking with Evine was easier, though. Even with the questions children tend to ask, it was just... I always felt like I had an answer. Unlike now, where it feels like I've none at all."
He snorts softly, focusing the lenses on a part of the sky that catches his eye.
"It feels extraordinarily cruel to say that sometimes I... I don't know. That I wish I could forget it all. I wonder if I would be happier, then. Or perhaps a better person overall, not so stuck in the past. 'Tis not as if dwelling on it has done anything good for me."
Hundreds of things he'd done wrong, all put under a scope by himself. Over and over and over.
"Ladroix and I talked of leaving Coerthas, you know. After Itonne died. He'd not say it, but I think when she passed she took any love he had for Ishgard with her. So we... thought of what we could do, what we would take and where we could go with Evine to try and start somewhere else. I wish that we had, instead of just hoping things would get better. It was... idiotic, to stay, but he was so twelves-damned stubborn at times."
A huff, old frustration burning like it was yesterday and not turns ago.
"Wishing for things to be different doesn't actually do anything, though. Not for the past, anyhow."
The director sleeps, so far as he can tell from a brief glance before looking back to the stars.
"I wish I could tell you some things, but I know not how. Not in a way that would not cause you worry."
He fidgets with the settings of the astroscope, suddenly unsure.
"I do not think that my nightmares are dreams at all. The sound you made earlier is wholly familiar, and when you describe the visions you can see--"
He finds himself suddenly out of words, the stars not enough to distract him any longer. Besides, the wound on his hip is starting to ache with how long he's been standing at the scope itself.
"I need tea," he murmurs.
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aethersmoke-and-ash · 4 years
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YOURS. does your muse get protective easily? and BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?
When it comes to those Milloux loves -- either platonically or romantically -- she is fierce and unyielding when it comes to taking care of them and keeping them safe.  Family -- found family that is --  being cared for - caring for others is a fragile concept to her - one she wishes to guard to the best of her ability -- and then some. Nearly anyone that comes asking her for help in the Enclave soon learns there's little hesitation, no matter what is being asked of her, in offering her aid; an earnest desire to help the other make whatever is wrong in their life right, somehow.  She verymuch operates under the belief that she should be the one willing to do 'bad things' to ensure that good people don't have to sully themselves with it, and that goes doubly for those she considers 'hers.'
It's entirely  reckless, and has gotten her hurt, badly, in the past. and it's something I don't see changing about her. It also means she has a habit of collecting other damaged folks and strays, and tends to be rather permissive of quirks and 'behaviors' that others might (and tend to) get annoyed with real quick.  This includes some of her brother's less-than-stellar personality traits, a certain tiny loudmouth’s penchant for pranks, her dearest  ‘agony aunt’,  a giant pack of wolf-hounds, weird dish-destroying housecats, vegan cave gremlins, stubborn-about-their-tea astrologians, and all the other sad dads & fragile souls that have found their way under her roof. She is entirely awkward in expressing that care and affection for them all -- except in this manner.
When it comes to those she has a romantic entanglement with, it becomes a touch more complicated, as with it is also the tangled expectation that she needs to show and prove as much to herself as to them that she's worthy of their love and affection. ---A few years ago she might have scoffed and called them utterly unnecessary - after all, she didn't stay anywhere long enough for such a display, and she never got close enough to anyone to warrant such a show of affection.
It was only after she became entangled in the affairs of Ishgardians that she realized there was meaning to be gleaned from flowers.  That the care in sending a message, the hidden signals and signs sent by careful arrangement was as important as their beauty.   She came to enjoy and appreciate the subtle subterfuge of it all... even if some of the messages ended up as ambiguous and confusing -- and occasionally as hurtful as the people they came from.
She's easily overwhelmed in general when it comes to being gifted something.  That such thought would be offered to her... yes, privately she does love them, now.
Thank you, Ambean!! @taetelli )
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noodlyfun-blog · 4 years
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VII. The Chariot - what is the most important message your character has responded to and/or ignored? and ★ Seven of Pentacles - what tests your character’s patience more than anything?
Hi @taetelli, thanks for the ask :3 OOC answer ahead!
So I have a super recency bias for the message. A few nights ago, Alaria was told by Adi, Jani, Elise, and Zhiji'li basically told her that she has good ideas and not to be afraid to express them. They indulged her in starting a project about cake. It had a profound effect on Alaria who feels like maybe she does have value. Admittedly it was a silly thing, but it made her feel better than she has in a long while.
As for what tests her patience the most. I've answered this once and I'll give you a different one.
Lying to her. Alaria is a very honest person and needs to be truthful with people so she hates it when others won't do the same for her.
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tae-ffxiv · 5 years
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== About the Mun
– one / NAME / ALIAS. Adrien. Do I have an alias? I guess Taetelli since I use that a lot?
– two /  BIRTHDAY. Dec 6
– three / ZODIAC SIGN. Sagittarius. Arrows.
– four /  HEIGHT.  ?????? Somewhere between 5′4″ and 5′6″ I think??? 
– five  /  HOBBIES. Drawing. Games. Stuff? 
– six /  FAVOURITE COLOURS. Greens. Coppers. Earthy tones. 
– seven / FAVOURITE BOOKS. This is never an easy question. I never have an answer to it. I feel like it’s been a while since I read a book that really wowed me. 
– eight  /  LAST SONG LISTENED TO. Nostos - Orion’s Reign, Minniva
– nine  /  LAST FILM WATCHED. HAHA. Good question. It’s been a while. Maybe Road to el Dorado?
– ten  /  INSPIRATION FOR MUSE. Honestly I got bored and started messing around in character creation. Poof, Amba. Good chunk of his backstory comes from the fact that I’d done some RP with him before writing it, and he said some stuff that made me go “he either believes this, is trying to, or people have said it to him enough that even if he doesn’t believe it, he’s decided to echo those words to someone in a similar situation.” So then I had to figure out why.
- eleven / GOD KNOWS WHERE IT WENT. Where what went? The motivation? IDK, lemme know if you find it.
– twelve  / MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. As mentioned above, I’ve used Taetelli fairly often for stuff. So it’s just that shortened with ffxiv tacked onto the end. Taetelli is... really not much of a story. I was trying to come up with an account name on the spot and it’s what popped into my head. It was unique enough that it wasn’t taken on most other places I tried to make an account so I just stuck with it. If you are looking for a fun fact, I took a word from Finnish that I thought sounded pretty and used that as like... the ‘base’, I guess for the word. “Taiteilijan”, which I later discovered means “artist”. Semi-fitting? IDK
Tagged by: @catscratching (I didn’t realize til now i wasn’t following you???)
Tagging: @likeadistantstar (for once you have ot beat me to it), also anyone else who wants to do it. I don’t know a lot of people.
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atomicdeke · 4 years
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Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?, Elf: Does your muse value appearance?, and Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?
Thanks for the ask @taetelli!
Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?
Jaaster has saved people, largely during his time in Gyr Abania while training with the Fist of Rhalgr. Occasionally, he had to run off a hungry animal or put down a monster that began preying upon a nearby community, but most of the instances dealt with bandits that had eluded notice by the Resistance or the Eorzean Alliance. There was one notable instance back home in Coerthas that affected him and the course of his life deeply, but I’m keeping that one in the back pocket for RP purposes.
Vander’s done a fair bit of saving over the years. He grew up in a time of war, and when he was strong enough to hold a weapon, he was trained as a warrior. There were several people back home that went on to live years longer because he was around to watch their backs and pull them out of harm’s way, just as folks did for him.
Elf: Does your muse value appearance?
Jaaster’s not particularly concerned with his appearance. Vander does play at a measure of vanity that he doesn’t truly feel, but he is conscious of the face he presents to people, both physically and otherwise. He enjoys dressing up, but half the game is tailoring his appearance to either meet people’s expectations or turn them on their head in the most provocative fashion possible.
Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?
Jaaster struggles with pride and wrath. He knows how strong he is, and when he’s faced with a problem he can’t overcome, he tends to beat himself up during attempts to get stronger rather than seek out help in solving it. Like I said elsewhere, too, once Jaaster gets fired up, he’s difficult to calm down.
Honestly, the only sin Vander isn’t intimately familiar with is envy. There’s just not much about other people that gets him feeling particularly covetous when he’s already got so much going on, and it’s not difficult for him to get more when he wants it. He doesn’t have much in the way of inhibitions, either; usually, whether he gets up to something is a matter of whether he thinks it’s worth the effort. While he doesn’t have a burning need to have what others have, though, he rather dislikes when someone mucks about with what’s his, and he has no qualms about discouraging grasping hands with immediate and overwhelming force.
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thanidiel · 4 years
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🎉 - Victory music
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@taetelli
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elegant-etienne · 4 years
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SEND 🌺 TO HEAR WHAT MY MUSE LIKES ABOUT YOURS
Adi: “Ambaghai was of great help when I had to set that bone. I know he’s not that comfortable with healing, but I think he has a presence that causes others to trust him, and he’d be very good at it. I like him. He’s doing his best in the situation, and keeps his peace rather than bitching when something doesn’t make sense to him. Can’t say that about myself, y’know.”
Etienne: “It must take so much for Ambaghai come so far and face the new every single day. When I was in a reverse position, I was not nearly so adaptive as he’s been. I don’t think I could stand to work every single day in a place that’s so different. I admire that about him. And I like his curiosity. Eating the doughnut didn’t kill him!” A laugh. “He must be a very brave person, I think, and folk miss it because he’s quiet.”
((Thanks for the ask, @taetelli!))
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