Avenrhi selfsoothes at the points of her hips with her thumbs, arms akimbo. If it's within arm's reach, Ruckus reaches for the moonshine bottle and a shotglass. Otherwise they go in his pockets and he rocks on his heels a little.

"With no sun or moon to track the days, the Gelmorrans of Issom-Har once marked time with the flow of groundwater." Come join a little South Shroud duskwight RP community for Sloughswell, a festival to celebrate snowmelt. Burn tallow on the water and all winter burdens with it sloughswell.carrd.co

Pomegranate studies #art #украрт

Let it come like rain on dry earth, like breath filling the lungs of the nearly drowned. I call abundance into the bones of this body, into the empty corners of my life, into the spaces where fear once built its quiet nests. #poetry #witchcraft

whenever folks talk about harry potter and separating artist from art they always have this indignant 'OH SO IM A BAD FOR BUYING THESE BOOKS?' but thats not the real issue. the reality is that many will BELIEVE you are bad, and that is VALID. its not your choice what others think of you

If you do not show a stranger hospitality, particularly a traveler passing through a place you know well and feel at home in, you could be spurning Oschon’s cloak and not know it. Ruckus has always tried to live in this awareness.

Tiny jars of lemon curd, finger to mouth.

When Avenrhi’s at Red Roosterstead, she can often be found up on The Eyes when she means to take a break on her own. When working at Summerford, there’s a rock face overlooking the orchard that she enjoys sunning herself on.

Avenrhi does, but she uses it to express a vulgarity rather than profanity far more often, if that makes sense? She'll use obscene language for intensity about explicit acts themselves, rather than to express a violence or a frustration.

Fiddlesticks earned the nickname Fiddlesticks because he most emphatically does not.

What do you mean, ‘stuck?’ Ruckus is the heart of the party- He’s mingling with snacks and open bar beverage in hand, living his best life.

Marsh marigold & Johnny-Jump-Up, commission for @jimikatdraws.bsky.social #ffxiv

Paparva absolutely lives for the drama of it it. Ruckus often engages in it without thinking, because he has a big mouth and thinks it's his twelve-given job to keep everybody he knows in the know. And Avenrhi is more often than not the subject of it, so... no. No, she does not enjoy gossip.

#NewShiftNewQuestion | #wolqotd | #wolquestion Does your OC enjoy gossip?

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It's here! It's here! Presenting version 1.0 of "The food and drink of Hydaelyn and beyon", a culinary compendium of FFXIV's food- and drink-related lore, to use, elaborate on, or ignore as you please. I can't wait to see what you all do with this. Happy cooking!

Avenrhi checks the pantry/inventory, first.

Avenrhi wears simple silver hoops made from her hometown’s silversmith. Her ears were pierced by the mother of the lady she serves, and at one point in time Chantille shared more jewelry with her, but not anymore, now that she’s out and about topside so often. She’s “borrowed” a signet, once.

Ruckus has a bunch of mascot earrings and he enjoys swapping out the charms as like- little conversation pieces. Proofs he’s not-too-serious. He’ll sometimes wear something a little less wacky-tacky if he’s at a more formal social occasion. But in most cases his accessories embrace youth nostalgia.

Speak for yourself I'd slap gil down for a My Neighbor Goobbue Day Spa.

This is a reminder that lalafell are awesome and fun to play. If you are mean to any lalas I will break your knees :)

Ruckus is a comic storyteller and his stories usually carry the witty Plainsfolk charm of rhythm rhyme & repetition. He’s a decent social dancer at parties, for what he lacks in technical form, for his willingness to have fun with it. Wouldn’t know a choreography if it bit him.

Sometimes I think about the craziest things I've done as a form of roleplaying and I think the inventory deconstructed item bomb of handmixed Panjiri for Ruckus's old man investor's granddaughter who'd recently given birth was one of them.

I feel very soft about RPing at Farmer’s Attic on an average day, but when very longstanding friends of the attic turn up right alongside a batch of regulars and new folks having a fun time, I’m like man this really is the most magical way to spend my Sunday market morning.

Avenrhi's got a lot going on, and I wanted to write a fem character who has a varied range of romantic and sexual experiences that are often messy and cyclical, but open ended for growth and other player characters to engage with.

It varies so much character to character- Ruckus has had romances that have both been immediate connection on sight and crush confessions that have caught him off guard. He is sincere and doting, silly yet tender in love, likes honest communication, fun and reciprocity.

Tell me something so unspeakably currently compelling about your OCs that your brain can't shut off about it.

Avenrhi’s generally a cheaper end, sessionable mead and farmhouse ales gal, unless somebody else is paying. Beer serves its purpose as liquid bread on the end of a workday. She does her share of wine drinking in the appropriate free pouring festival seasons.

Ruckus is a regular casual carouser, chatty-to-numb drunk, though he’s cut back from his younger, more reckless binging years. He’ll still slam a shot to take the edge off when he’s stressed out. A “what’s local specialty?” enjoyer when it comes to beverage, and likes to nightcap with tea toddies.

Ruckus has a healthier fear of ashkin post-Invisible City close calls in his teenage years. Void possessed bloated corpses? Nopenopenope we’re really not sure how he made it through so many ARR duties without flailing and making Scooby Gang noises.

I’m forever soft for Eastern Thanalan- standing on the threshold of Highbridge overlooking Drybone feels like coming home

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Avenrhi slaps her best game face on, plays along, and tries to determine if this is gonna turn out a fun quick tumble with any access for herself to be gained, or if there's potential for landing somewhere softer and more deeply charged with curiousity about the person.

Especially held against places where Elezen are dominant culture, yeah. Arguably on Vylbrand this exists with Sea Wolves, too, but things seem a little less racially stratified among the pirates.

Oh man when I tell you that playing a displaced Gyr Abanian highlander in primarily Duskwight Gelmorran enclave as straddling identities is fun. She plays a passing 'acceptable' role as a migrant laborer, especially outside of the Shroud.

Abolish the legal gender marker entirely. No government can be trusted to have a database of which people have changed theirs, no government has any business tracking what your gender is "supposed" to be in the first place.

Ruckus Fiddlesticks grinning unapologetically from behind a market creel to rival Saint Adama’s while his cousin Paparva airly tells the 12th stranger on the street in a neotunic that Little Ladies Day Isn’t About Idols, or imported Dolls and Peach Trees, It’s About 👏 Partriarchical 👏Restitution

Little Ladies Day dawns Ruddle Fuddle’s gilpurse suffers All hail the princess that is every miller’s daughter Your fathers, brothers and kin support your reign

Wow guys! This one’s doing the numbers- Okay then, qotd for you- What’s your OC’s hometown’s biggest annual jamboree?

That’s the stuff. This is how we win. So many Lalafellin characters are a delight to interact with in the rp space- we are also out here playing wholly realized people with serious thought put into backstory personality, relationships & development, not memes, not comic relief mascots.

One kind of event I wish we saw more of in ffxiv is entirely homebrewed little folk festivals for individual hamlets and towns in the open world. Gimmie more Saint Adama Landama’s feast day markets & obscure little fishing village clambakes.

Hey! Come work at this lounge, so I can come continue to come patronize this lounge!

As a Staten Island expat now living in Philly Burbs, it's my god given right to rag on Jersey at every given opportunity. But today I'll go in for the fistbump, nice work neighbor.

Paparva shrills a "GET OUT!" and flings the nearest solid object in the direction of the offender.

Avenrhi very non-chalantly turns her back, for simple modesty's sake, but if a moment passes and the door hasn't snapped immediately back closed, you can bet she's throwing a slow, deliberately appraising look over her shoulder.

Ruckus is in full on comic freeze then clutching at his junk, blushing wildly and still apologizing, flustered, long after whoever's barged in has assured him they barely saw anything

Sometimes I write metered rhyming love declarations for mid-rp scene and sometimes I write poems as Lalafellin folklore and othertimes I write poems as the self-mythical stories my highlander tells herself to sleep. Today I'm straight up writing scenes from Old Gelmorran Theatre Canon.

A very "destroy Fiddlesticks' gilpurse" season will soon be upon us. Don't let his broad shrugging and aquiescence fool you, it's his favorite time of year and the holiday duty he takes the most seriously.