#bjarni iryut

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I understand the appeal of the Heroic WoL who can do no wrong (I've got one; I love Coeli), but I have so much FUN with my fail!WoLs - the ones who just kind of bumblefuck their way into saving the world through a combination of astonishingly good luck and highly competent friends

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The angel and the devil on Slejsa's shoulders.

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More questions if you are accepting:

What is the main color associated with them? What connections with that color do they share?

Your choice oc.

Thematic OC Questions (still accepting!)

Oh man okay so nearly all of my characters have some kind of color motif going on; FFXIV's dye system makes that super easy, so here are a small handful:

Coeli Qoet: Blues (specifically Raptor Blue). Coeli has always favored blue for its calming, soothing aspect - and it reminds her of the ocean; her family lives in Limsa Lominsa now, and she considers it home.

Ernaswys Lubbloefwyn: Colibri Pink. Erna's bright and bubbly nature is well-suited to this bubblegum pink color; it's the brightest pink she could find. It makes her stand out well in a crowd, at least.

Bjarni Iryut: Regal Purple and golds. His twin, Slejsa, favors bright bursts of color, but Bjarni likes the stately elegance of dark purples - he thinks it makes for a nice contrast with his twin's vibrance.

Okhi Chelawae: Celeste Green, and she gets annoyed that most people think she's just copying Guydelot's color scheme. She's always favored the lighter shade of green, and has never quite forgiven Guydelot for going all-in on turquoise while she was away.

Ibakha Dotharl: Though she seldom wears it in large swathes away from the Steppe, her deep Dotharl blues are never far from her heart, and there's usually some dark blue somewhere in her outfits.

Halan Soilanteaux: No specific color, necessarily, though lavenders and pastel blues and pinks turn up frequently - Halan is all about soft colors and gentle hues, which goes well with their quiet, shrinking personality.

And then there's Darcy, whose only real color scheme is "BRIGHT."

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Two ocs, one you pick and other Marty :) Because we must know them more.

Describe a soft scenario or memory involving your muse.

Soft Headcanon Meme (Still accepting!)

Bjarni Iryut (feat. Slejsa Iryut, who belongs to @lesenbyan )

The sounds of Rak'tika are familiar and foreign all at once - they tug at Bjarni's heartstrings in a way the sounds of the Shroud never have. He closes his eyes, lets his head rest on the wall he sits against. Perhaps it's the sound of so many viera in one place once more? Nowhere in all their journeys on the Source did they ever see so many of their own people gathered like this, not since leaving home. It reminds him of childhood, of the happier days before their village would have seen them parted; would have seen Bjarni sent to fulfill his role as a guardian-

He opens his eyes, lets them rest on his sleeping twin. The viera - viis - of the Greatwood have been kind enough to loan them a bed for the night: only fair, since without Slejsa, there would be no night at all.

Slejsa sleeps fitfully, whimpering in their sleep. Slaying the Greatwood's Lightwarden has taxed them - this entire endeavor has taxed them, and Bjarni chafes at his inability to help. Now more than ever, given what Y'shtola has revealed about Slejsa's aether. He has been, all his life, their protector; were he able to take this burden from them, of course he'd do it gladly, but how can he protect them from this? He cannot contain the Light. Mayhap if his own body wasn't still back on the Source...

"Shh," he says, rising to his feet. He leans over his twin, rubbing their back with slow, gentle movements - he does not want to wake them, not when they need this sleep, and certainly not when they tend to wake disoriented and confused. Bjarni may not always make the smartest decisions, but he knows his twin. "Shh, I'm here." He rubs their neck, their shoulders, until they sink into a deeper, quieter slumber.

Bjarni rests a hand atop Slejsa's head, between their ears, the way he has since they were tiny.

"We'll get you home safe," he says, making it a promise.

Martiallais Redlance

"It's really nothing," he assures her again, for the third time - but Martiallais must quietly admit to enjoying the sight of Tsimh digging through her cluttered cabinets. A haystack evidently has nothing on trying to find a needle in Tsimh's house. "Just a little tear; nothing as'll cause me any trouble in the forest-"

"And I'm to let everyone know your girl doesn't know how to stitch up her man's clothes?" She digs deeper, wiggling her rump in a way he can't help but admire. "Nonsense. I know I have a sewing kit in here somewhere. I mended a vest only two moons ago. Three?" She sits back on her heels with a huff. "Honestly, I swear, Marty, I was so organized before I moved out of my parents' house! I knew precisely where to put my hand to get anything I wanted."

You still do, he doesn't say; he doesn't want to explain why the tips of his ears have gone pink. Instead, he says, "Anyone who thinks less of you for not stitchin' up a shirt can answer to me."

"Oh, love, I don't want you getting into scuffles over- oh!" Tsimh exclaims, reaching into the bottom shelves of a dusty bookshelf, drawing out a powder-pink little case. "Here it is!"

She returns triumphant to Martiallais, holding out a hand expectantly. "Shirt off!"

"Bossy little minx," he teases, tugging the shirt over his head, careful not to tear the hole any larger - he'd not even noticed it; must've snagged his shirt on a thorn. They'd been laying traps in the Bramble Patch two days ago; doubtless it'd happened then. He seldom cares overmuch when his clothing takes damage - he could stitch it up himself, or pass it to Dom's mother for a small payment - but Tsimh's fierce determination is heartwarming.

He likes it, these little domestic gestures.

Tsimh settles into her own chair before the fireplace, humming cheerily to herself as she threads the needle with deft, clever fingers.

"I never manage to get it first try," he admits, leaning on one arm to watch her work.

She grins, bronze eyes glittering in the firelight. "Neither do I. That was all luck."

"You could've fooled me."

It makes her laugh, that infectious giggle he can never resist. "I'd never lie to you, Marty!"

Guilt churns his stomach. He shoves it aside. "Aye, well, either way, I reckon your stitches'll look better than mine."

"Aye," she agrees, setting to work. "They always look better when they're done with love."

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No thoughts, head empty.

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Pls gimme 15 for Bjarni, and defend your thesis and 14 for Erna

FFXIV WoL questions (still accepting!)

15. Which NPC are they the most similar to?

Okay so hear me out: Alphinaud. I mean, it's not a one-to-one fit, but it's his relationship with Alisaie that most seals it, I think: the level-headed twin to Alisaie/Slejsa's reckless twin, the more cautious one, very protective of the twin... and of course, not always immune to being incredibly stupid. At least Alphinaud can blame it on his age and inexperience. Bjarni's just a big dumb sweetheart.

14. If they were not an adventurer, what would they be doing?

Oh man, hard to say, because she's such an adventurer at heart. Assuming she had to stay home in Limsa Lominsa on pain of death, though, I imagine she'd have joined her father as a culinarian! Her oldest sister joined the Yellowjackets alongside their mother, and her middle sister is a sailor on a merchanter, but Erna has always been close with her father, and would absolutely be safely nestled under his wing if he had his choice.