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wary-taru · 3 months
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I love how Enid goes from omg spooky to I'll rip your throat out
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staff · 8 months
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tumblr tuesday: julycanthropy
We're halfway through Julycanthropy, and so here we are, celebrating all the gnarly (affectionate) lycanthropic art you make right here on Tumblr.
(Werewolves, by nature, are a teensy bit body horror adjacent. We've kept that to a minimum here, but just so you know, proceed with caution if that's not at all your thing.)
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And, a little bonus! @joemerl is sharing daily snippets from their work-in-progress werewolf novel here!
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avampyone · 9 days
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Our Separate Paths
Characters: Hemlocke, Tataru Taru and Inamorata Rillemont. Mentions of Mithus Greystone and Cosette Durendaire.
Synopsis: Hemlocke insists on helping Tataru and ends up in a chance encounter with a old friend from his past.
Setting: Ishgard during the events of Heavensward.
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All words and thoughts failed Hemlocke to describe the feeling that weighed on him to return to Ishgard too soon. The city was as ever a cold beautiful monument that never seemed to change since that fateful day of the calamity. A chilly breeze crept out in an uncanny manner like tendrils that sought to entwine itself around the duskwight’s tall form- to squeeze and suffocate. Such was a feeling he couldn’t shake off no matter how many layers he wore.
There was a time when he was much like the cold ice that engulfed this city, untouchable at the core and seemingly unfeeling, ignoring everything in pursuit of a singular goal. Late at night when the work was finished, he allowed himself to ponder over if that ice had left him completely. All that mattered naught now. The only goal Hemlocke focused on now was to keep out of any trouble. The Scions had more than enough on their hands right now after the events of the Bloody Banquet.
‘He was truly a good and honorable man – General Raubahn did not deserve that.’ Hemlocke thought wistfully to himself with a sigh of impatience to follow. All the while, he trailed closely on the heels of Tataru whom he had been tasked to aid. She fervently rushed around the Jeweled Crozier with the pitter patter of her boots hitting in quick succession against the stone streets below, skillfully dodging the legs of passerby’s that gave her no notice. With a squint of concern and frown lining his expression, Hemlocke took several quick paces forward with the languid wave of his arm to flag her down, coming to stand to block her path in his desperation.
Naturally, Tataru easily bounded off around him, “Miss Tataru, please allow me to escort you through here – It would be imprudent for a young lady to be seen walking alone..” To that, she turned to him with a light furrow to her brows and her small hands waving in the air in a frantic gesture “Look, Hemlocke..You must stop with all of these formalities! We’ll get nowhere just standing about all day. We must hurry and see what we can do to help out our comrades!”
Tataru wasted no time at all in hurrying off to the next stall to make arrangements with another Ishgardian merchant to order more supplies. Heaving out another sigh, Hemlocke threw his hands up to acquiesce to the persistent lalafell in the humbling knowledge he would fail if he tried to go toe to toe with her. Hemlocke took one small step forward in her general direction, but found himself frozen to the spot to hear the delicate rasp of a voice he knew very well.
“I-I cannot believe if. I would know your eyes from anywhere! It’s really you..Serap-“
“*Don’t* say it!” There was a timbre lined with the rise of hot anger that came uncharacteristically from Hemlocke in a growl of warning, those crimson eyes narrowing upon figure of the lithe elezen woman with fair hair. Such an outburst drew the glances of wary onlookers. He straightened himself to full height, adjusting the lapels of his jacket to regain his composure. The gleam of his eyes descending into a somber haze in their half-lidded guarded state, “My.. apologies, madam. Please if you would call me Hemlocke now- The man you knew before died in that fire. It is as simple as that, Lady Rillemont.” The directness of his tone would stand for no argument in this.
Despite the initial shock, Inamorata beelined towards him to press her gloved laced hands against the front of his chest. Her lovely eyes shone out pleadingly upward at him, like pale jewels of blue with the sheen of unshed tears, “You would treat us like strangers now?..We cried for you. Even, Mithus..! You had everything you sought for. Your engagement to Lady Durendaire, earning her love after so long and freedom from Gloucent... Why did you throw it all away..”
Those frail eyes searched over him, brimming in a concern that came naturally to Inamorata. She always been far too sweet for the likes of Ishgardian society having been married off to a drunkard of a man. Her along with the rugged Mithus, a former lancer turned gardener, he'd become close with the long years after his tutor had been dismissed. His only consistent lovers and confidants. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the either of them that would garner the attention of those that sought perfection- but to him, they exuded nothing but the pure honesty of themselves. Such a trait he had always admired and envied.
Ultimately, a love blossomed between Inamorata and Mithus that he stepped back from to see cultivate, not feeling the same even if he was grateful for the trust he had in them. Thinking on this, Hemlocke brought his hands up to cover her own in a light squeeze. He brought the lady’s knuckles close, bowing his head to press kisses against most affectionately. His thumbs grazed over after to urge warmth back against the chill he felt in her lacy hands, “..She loved my striking looks and the idea of me. It’s always been about appearances, love. But, never mind about me. I trust you are both well..?”
Hemlocke’s question ended with him bringing those hands back in her own space with a steady nod. She offered a smile even if it weighed heavy with emotion, “Yes, very well – My husband drank himself to death not long after the fire. With my new fortune, Mithus and I were able to marry. We have a little one of our own and another on the way..” The merry way of which she spoke of all these pleasant events with a maternal press to her abdomen eased something in Hemlocke. How could he look upon this return to Ishgard with such discomfort now? To know his old friends were in good health and well taken care of.
A genuine smile uplifted his features, murmuring silent gratitude to the Fury for watching over them so, “That’s wonderful to hear and I’m truly happy for you both.. For me, there is much that has changed..much I cannot tell you without risking you all. This is the last you will see of me.” Good byes had never been easy for Hemlocke even as easily he made the motion to turn away from Inamorata to head back towards Tataru.
The voice called out to him one last time giving Hemlocke a pause in his step, “Did you find happiness..?” It came out quiet but hopeful.
It would have been easier to lie. Yet, he had made the promise to try to live as honestly as he could in his new life even if he found the truths of the world outside weren’t always so easy to face, “I am content enough..I have the opportunity to see the world and hone the abilities I found I have as not to be a detriment to others. You have your own paths to follow now, so take care of one another, mm? It is all I wish.”
Hemlocke found his way back to Tataru, drifting along through the thrums of merchants and customers with none of the rush he had before and a noticeable droop to his shoulders. Even with his best efforts, the lalafell noticed this change in him with a press of hands to her hips and waggled her finger at him, “Oh, come on, no need to worry so for the others..We have to do our best in the meantime, right? And maybe we can stop for some Ishgardian tea on the way back!”
Hemlocke couldn’t help but to perk up a little to that, coming to kneel to reach and grab a few of the bags she had to carry. If he were to be honest with himself, perhaps there was more he missed about Ishgard than he had realized now that the heavy feeling in his chest had eased to some degree, “Aye, I would like that very much.”
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banancrumbs · 1 year
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hand comparison (kinda) for @wary-taru’s birthday!! 🥰
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ghoulsamgrusam · 1 year
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Commission of cyclonis for @wary-taru !!
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salsawerewolf · 1 year
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Finished Wednesday with wings! thank you again @wary-taru for the amazing idea!!!!
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chuwigirls · 8 months
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neopets! the ixi is a comm for @/wary-taru, the other two are ocs :0
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malvosia · 3 years
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thanks for reminding me how much I love your art reblog more of it I love to see it 💕💖🥰
TYSM WARYYY ILU i’ll try
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dishwashingrat · 4 years
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I feel the same way, two sketches of mine that I didnt even put much effort on ended up being my post with the highest notes. I think that you should draw what you want regardless of the notes I like what you draw anyways sketch or not Enjoy what makes you happy them liking the sketches is just a bonus, its up to you really
mm it happens a lot unfortunately, but hey at least people like the sketches ! ٩(。•́‿•̀。)۶
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wary-taru · 1 year
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recent lineart commission for undead_h0und on twitter 💕✨ really fun concept! ❤️‍🔥
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pumpkinsadlatte · 4 years
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wary-taru replied to your post “I had a Great One on one of my shelves and it has just occurred to me,...”
lmao I shouldnt have laughed at that
Buddy, I would not have shared if I didn’t expect a laugh. Please laugh at my misfortune.
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banancrumbs · 4 years
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Domestic bees!!!! @wary-taru gave me this idea a while ago and i decided to use it!!
Gonna use this opportunity to thank all of you for 1200+ followers!! I wanted to make something special to celebrate it but when it happened i got a little bit lost in it! Tell me suggestions if you think it’s still a nice idea!! 💕
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jubans · 4 years
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title: pinky promise pairing: chigasaki itaru/fem!reader rating: g (general) premise: promises were made to be kept, but damn did itaru have a sharp memory.
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Back when you were still a kid, you had a peculiar friend.
Your fathers were best buddies in college and your mothers got along just as swimmingly as well. Whenever either couple would go out of town, the other would follow suit—both parties bringing along their young kids so they could bond with one another. 
Itaru was a quiet boy. The first time you met him, he was like a hermit that couldn't be coaxed out of his shell. Eventually, you gave up on trying to get him to play house with you; retreating to the living room with a gaming console in hand. You've been wanting a Gameboy for a while now, and your father did love spoiling his little girl. While you were in the middle of catching your first Pokémon, however, you noticed that Itaru was watching you play over your shoulder, interest sparkling in his pretty eyes.
"Itaru-kun, do you play Pokémon?" you wondered, hoping he'd finally open up to you.
The young boy nodded timidly. "My Gameboy is in my backpack..."
And that's how you started growing closer than you'd initially expected. You challenged him in Pokémon battles every chance you got, but Itaru defeated you every single time. Something about IVs and EVs, he said. But you didn't really care about those. You just wanted the pretty looking Pokémon on your team. 
In your usual outings with his family, Itaru would often play off-handed pranks on you—putting weird bugs he found behind your dress, spitting watermelon seeds at you, and even pushing you into a shallow part of a lake. But despite his outlandish behavior, you didn't cry about it like most girls your age would when a boy was being mean to them. You returned his mischief sevenfold in your own way, and that only made your parents think what a lively duo the both of you were.
But like most childhood friendships, it didn't last as long as you'd liked. 
With your father having gotten an opportunity to work in America, that meant you had to move residences. The news was hard to take in at first. You grew up in Japan. All your friends were here! And what will happen to Itaru when you were no longer there to keep him in check? But, you've always been more understanding than most children. You accepted it faster than your parents had anticipated.
One day, you decided to tell your him about your sudden moving-away with a proposition that would ensure he wouldn't step out of line while you weren't around. 
"We're going to get married someday, right Taruchi?" 
Itaru blinked at you in nonplus, surprised by the strange nickname. "Taru...chi?"
"Itaru Chigasaki!" You giggled, clapping your hands together in unhinged glee. "It's my nickname for you, so no one else is allowed to call you that, 'kay?"
He spared you a small smile. Even at a young age, he already looked breathtaking. Eyes of carnelian and hair spun from almonds and vanilla—there was no reason for you not to crush on the boy who lived the next door over. 
But then, he did something you've never seen anyone else do with you before. He held out his hand, holding up only his pinky, as he gazed at you expectantly. You craned your head to the side, not knowing how to react. Itaru laughed softly before taking your small hands in his own, manipulating your right hand's fingers so that you were doing the same gesture he was.
"We'll pinky promise on it," he said, entwining his stubby finger with yours. "It's a promise that we can never ever break. No matter what."
"You promise to marry me when I get back?" you asked, curling your own pinky as well. 
He snickered. "I'd hate to be stuck with an old hag like you, but if you insist..."
"Hmph!" you simpered, folding your arms across your chest as you turned away from him. "I'm only eight, Taruchi!" 
"You'll be eight-y when you return," he retaliated. 
You spent the afternoon trying to beat Itaru in another Pokémon battle, but he came out victorious as usual. Just before you could start up another match, however, his mother told the two of you that they'll be attending an event hosted by the company she works for, and that you could come back and play tomorrow again. 
"See you soon, old hag," Itaru imparted, waving a hand goodbye as you stuck out your tongue to blow a raspberry at him. 
Stupid Taruchi. Why do I even like you?
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"Mom, was it really necessary for me to fly back to Japan for this?" you groaned into your cellphone, asking the question for the hundredth time. 
Your mother merely tutted at you from the other end of the line. "You know how much your father loved the MANKAI Company, sweetie. We even flew here a week early so he could take a peek at the final rehearsals." 
"Yes, I know that part of the story," you sighed as you slowly unpacked your things from the single duffel you brought. "But why do I have to tag along? I had to find a substitute for all my classes this week, and I think the head professor will give me a piece of her mind when I get back to California."
"I'll have your father talk to her, then." The sound of her laughter was jeering in your ears. Why your mother had always been so carefree was a mystery to you. "Unwind a little, sweetie! I think you're going to want to see one of the new Spring Troupe's actors."
"What?" Your tone came out exasperated, but at the same time, your eyes were trained on the ample view of Veludo Way from your hotel room.
Your father used to be one of the members of the original Spring Troupe back when you were still a kid. Though he was one of the most academically proficient professors you knew today, he always had an unbridled passion for theatric arts. But with how swamped he's become with his work at the university you both teach in, him flying to Japan to watch amateurs stage a production was the last thing you think he would do.
Lost in thought, you didn't realize that your mother had been telling you something over the phone. 
"Anyways, if you want to see him, I got us tickets for the closing night this Saturday." Your mother sounded disappointed for some reason. "The earlier showing dates sold out by the time we bought them."
You didn't even bother finding out who this so-called actor she was pertaining to, your mind too preoccupied with the lesson plans you forgot to leave to your substitute. With an exasperated groan, you pulled out your laptop from your luggage, booting it up. You loved your mother too much to point out that she could have just told you to fly over here at a later date so you could minimize your absences. 
"Sure, Mom," you relented. "Do you want to grab some dinner later?"
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"No way."
Eyes of carnelian. Hair spun from almonds and vanilla.
"No. Way." You had to physically look away from the stage to contemplate for a moment. Was that... Was that who you thought it was?
From your right, your father spared you a sideways glance, confusion painting his features. "Hm? Something the matter?" 
It's him. The boy with the pretty eyes and the smile that masked his mischief. Itaru. Taruchi. 
"I-It's nothing, Dad," you reassured, forcing yourself to train your eyes on the scene playing before you. "I just remembered I haven't started formatting my midterm exam yet."
"Oh, don't fret about work here," he chuckled, gaze trained fondly on the stage. "Plays are where the actors give it their all to put a smile on people's faces. I've always wanted to see you up on stage, but what kind of father would I be if I imposed something you didn't want?"
His words made you relax back into your seat, watching as Itaru's character, Tybalt, conversed with one of the leads on-stage. He delivered his lines so naturally, like the character was moulded to fit him in particular. He looked so...different now, too. Itaru had lost the fat in his cheeks—angular cheekbones taking its place instead. His voice was set into a much deeper tone, given that he was probably in his mid-twenties, just like yourself. Who knew a gamer shut-in like himself would pursue theater, of all things?
"It's nice to see good old Chigasaki's son up there, though." Your father smiled. "That kid was almost like a son to me."
The scenes breezed past before your eyes, each one leaving you at the edge of your seat. Their twist on Romeo and Juliet was comical, to say the least. But each time Itaru stepped under the spotlights, you noticed the strain in his movements. Whenever he had to walk to the opposite side of the stage, his steps came off a bit wobbly. This was a critical scene where Romeo and Tybalt were going to duel to the death, too. 
When you spared your father a wary look, the set in his brow told you that there was definitely something up. 
"Boy's got a sprain," he concluded. "Goodness. He should've known better than to perform with that dead weight dragging him around."
You frowned. "Then Taruchi, I mean, Itaru should—"
"Tybalt, stop! The battle's over!"
Romeo's little ad-lib caught the attention of the audience, no one daring to draw a breath to see how things played out. 
"Lower your blade!" he shouted, voice carrying the emotion in his eyes.
Even Itaru was taken aback by Romeo's resolve. His mouth twitched into a smirk that reminded you of the days he would show you the stag beetles he's caught over the summer to freak you out. You haven't even said two words to him fifteen years later, but somehow, you knew that he hadn't changed. Not one bit. 
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"(Surname)-san, hello!"
A woman that seemed right about your age greeted your father with a shake of hands once the two of you arrived backstage. Your mother had insisted that she would wait for the two of you at the parking lot as you gave your congratulations to the actors. So here you were, standing awkwardly behind your father as he animatedly conversed with the said woman, who seemed to be the director of the show.
"Kid, as much as I'd like to tell you about your dad, it isn't my place to tell," your father chuckled. 
She sighed. "Ah, that's what Yuzo-san told me, too..."
"Say, this is quite out of the blue, but my daughter here wants to have a word with one of your actors. Itaru, to be precise."
Wait, what?
"Oh, sure!" The director nodded, twisting the knob to the dressing room behind her before you could even protest. "Itaru-san, someone wants to talk to you!" 
"Oho? Itaru-san has stans?"
"Fans. But you're not too far off, huh, Citron?"
"Wah! Itaru-san is so popular!"
"Tch. As long as it's not her, I won't complain..."
The sound of cheerful laughter hit your ears, and the next thing you knew, he emerged from the doorway—still in costume without a single hair out of place. Itaru grew up to look like one of the princes in the fairytales your mother used to read to you, and it grated on your nerves more than it should. How could the kid with the most rotten attitude you've seen be blessed with a growth spurt like this?!
Too busy wallowing in your own frustration, it took you a moment to register the utter shock on Itaru's face once his vibrant eyes landed on your father. But when his gaze shifted to you, his lips parted in muted surprise before spreading into a disbelieving smile.
"So you finally thought about coming back, huh, old hag?"
Before you could even think, you seized the collar of his costume with your fist, familiar irritation festering in your chest faster than you could blink. "It's the first time we meet in fifteen years and that's your opening line?"
Itaru hollered loudly at your aggression, but the gesture didn't even faze him one bit. Maybe it was because he stood about a few inches taller than you now. Nonetheless, he held your hands in his own—holy shit they were smooth—before prying off your hard grip on his clothes.
"Ah, Izumi!" your father called out to the director. "I want to discuss something about the MANKAI Company and how I might be able to pitch in. Itaru-kun, you can keep her occupied for the time being, right?"
"What? Dad, don't leave me with hi—"
"She's in my care," Itaru spoke over you, a gloved hand going up to ruffle your hair. 
As you watched your father and the director disappear right down the corridor, you gulped when you felt Itaru's piercing gaze on you. Turning around, you saw that his lips were still affixed with a condescending smirk, like he had some dirt on you that you didn't know about. Slowly, you backed away from him, but the hallway was cramped and you ended up with you in between the wall and the man in front of you.
"So," he began before he braced his palms on either side of the wall, trapping you in place. How could someone who had the regal air of a prince look at you like a wolf in sheep's clothing?
You felt your heart racing hummingbird-fast in your chest, breath hitching when he leaned in to ask:
"When's the wedding?"
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salsawerewolf · 1 year
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Wip of Wednesday with raven wings
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Thank you @wary-taru for the amazing idea
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yamiartstash · 3 years
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@wary-taru had also suggested werewolf or another type of were animal for Snipe. So, I drew him as a Were-Poisoned Tooth Spiney Hair Gorge Sloth. It fits him perfectly.
I would also like to thank her for giving me reference and a preliminary sketch just to sketch just to figure it out some more.
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ladyvialana · 3 years
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a few thoughts on FFXIV...
So, this game has basically taken over what spare time I have in my life and I have very few regrets (most of those regrets are early-game decisions that I can still work on, so in general no regrets). I was surprised to find myself enjoying the game as much as I did since I tend to prefer single player RPGs to MMORPGs, but it is Final Fantasy, so ...
Anyway, since this game has basically been living in my head for months now and I’m finally caught up to the main storyline (just waiting on the latest patch to download), I figured I would jot down a few fun thoughts and headcanons that I may or may not play with later in fic format.
General stuff:
- playing as a Xaela Au Ra is so much fun
- Dragoon kicks ass, as does Gunbreaker (my 2 mains)
- I am very much a melee/non-magical player but it has never been so evident as it has in this game and, as much as I want to try all of the roles, I fear I will suck so hard at Black Mage and any type of Healer (I will try them all, I’m just going to have to get used to positioning and spell speed restrictions)
- I really like the gathering and crafting side quests and jobs
- part of me still wants to get a house, but I already have an apartment and it’s fine? like I don’t think I need any more space, also it’s cheaper and much less hassle and I hardly spend any time there anyway, so whatever - unless houses allow you more inventory storage space, in which case I need a shitton more gil
- like all of the npcs are great? and there are some really fun character moments/storylines/developments with the scions that I really enjoy
- the way the lore/backstory with the ascians has unfolded is fantastic, they’re much more compelling as antagonists now than upon their initial introduction, like the stakes make sense as do their motives, and they’re sympathetic but you still can’t root for them even though you actually kind of agree with them, I genuinely did not expect to want to know more about them since they just seemed like such generic ‘dark/bad/destruction/chaos’ villains, but they’re great and I want to see how things turn out
Headcanons/NPC stuff:
- G’raha Tia is absolutely worth all the hype and I love him, why is there no romance option in this game???
- the older scions are such dorks and I love them so much (like, that scene where they get their new clothes and weapons back is amazing, they look like kids playing dress-up ... and when Urianger is trying to walk on water and Thancred has to jump in after him, more of those scenes please, I love them)
- the twins are babies and should always be protected (jk, they will totally kick your ass, but they’re still super precious and I would die for them) and I love how they tease each other but they’re super protective of each other, adorable
- Thancred/Urianger is absolutely a thing!!! mostly bc of shadowbringers banter, but it’s there and it’s fantastic and I was not expecting this ship to hit me like this
- Alphinaud gets crushes on nearly everyone he meets, like not super serious or anything, but he’ll just follow them around with heart-eyes and posturing like he’s trying to impress them and it’s absolutely darling and hilarious (he totally had crushes on Estinien and Ysale during Heavensward and kinda had one on WoL during ARR but that faded away into super friendship ... he’s absolutely still got a crush on Estinien though and everyone notices and teases him)
- Alisaie likes to pretend she’s above all of that sort of nonsense but she’s just way better at hiding it than her brother, and she probably is better at rationalising her crushes but she definitely has them (WoL and Lyse, especially) and maybe hers are a little more serious/she gets crushes on close friends that build up over time ... the last one was Tesleen though, so no one really teases her about that like they do Alphinaud and his crushes (also because she doesn’t act way over the top like he does when he’s trying to impress someone)
- I would not trust Y’shtola with small children, they need at least a basic ability to take care of themselves before she should be put in charge of them for any reason, like she shouldn’t even be left in charge of herself if there’s work to be done/mysteries to investigate (Runar was always feeding her for a reason, not just because his feelings for her were adorable)
- I absolutely would trust Urianger with small children, as would everyone else, I would also trust Thancred, though other people would be wary of his reputation (but they’re both such softies for children, total dads, I love them)
- Of the older scions, Thancred is the only one actually any good at cleaning regularly, mostly because he just doesn’t own any stuff and he gets super paranoid about germs and dust whenever Ryne so much as sneezes, so he goes on a cleaning binge (she’s fine, he’s just an overprotective dad), Urianger and Y’shtola get partway through then find a book they’ve been looking for and just stop in the middle of cleaning to read it (that’s if Y’shtola even does her own cleaning, she just enchants brooms to go her work but they’re just not detail-oriented enough to satisfy Thancred’s standards of cleanliness)
- (possibly controversial, I don’t know the fandom well enough) Ryne > Minfillia, also Ryne deserves the world and all of the friends ever and there needs to be a way that she can keep in regular contact with the scions (esp Thancred who cries the next time he sees her in person and doesn’t bother hiding it)
- Tataru Taru=secret ruler of the world??? (Maybe Lalafell just give off that vibe)
- I am still heartbroken about Hauchefaunt and likely forever will be
- The Xaela clans and the Steppe are the best, I will not be accepting any criticism of this opinion (aside from the fact that Au Ra women should have more bodily variety than ‘petite’ :/)
- I was not expecting Gauis to return and definitely not expecting him to return like that (or look like that, like damn, get it Estinien)
Stuff I may write fic about:
- than/uri fluff???
- scions just hanging out
- twins being adorable terrors and dragging poor naive g’raha along and long-suffering WoL having to bail them out
- these are basically (mostly) canon anyway? I just need more
TL:DR
FFXIV is fun and I like the story and the characters and even the villains (who are not as one-dimensional as they seem) and it’s basically like a single player RPG in MMO format. Also there is an option to play as a giant purple dragon-man riding a chocobo, so it is clearly one of the most superior games of recent times (that or I’m just a sucker for squeenix)
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