Hello and welcome to my clumsily curated corner here on tumblr.
Some ground rules and general info about my oc's and myself.
(I follow from Jampocalpyse BTW)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------◦Jamilah/Poisonbloon/Bloom/PB. They/she. ◦Black trans women◦
Jampocalpyse is my primary general blog, I follow from there.
🔞Artistic nudity, occasional nsfw.
❌♠️QoS / F+ & anything of the sort. Hard Block
❌ Bigotry of any kind will be blocked
✅ Gpose collaboration & wci friendly, feel free to dm me!
✅Roleplay & lore discussions are welcome.
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I'm a massive lore nerd and have spent no small amount of money & time pouring over my growing collection of the XIV Encyclopedia's and art books. I'm also an avid taker of screenshots! I also will write lengthy posts on my oc's lore. Many of whom's stories are inspired and defined as queer poc and are informed by my own personal experiences to varying degrees.
My interest's are also not limited to FF14.
This is a multifandom/mutliwol account. Many of my oc's are heavily inspired by Dark Souls, Dragon Age and other similar series. And I do
have many other oc's who i'll pull out of storage from time to time!
I've been playing this game for five years now (as of writing this) but am only now really beginning to try and actually interact with people outside of my static! I am invested in roleplaying too so feel free to give me a poke. Collaborative works are the fuel from which grander and greater stories are born after all.
With that said! May you enjoy your time here and hopefully you find something cool that inspires you too!
Ok I know that fromsoft games are notorious for cutting tons of stuff, I respect that. They shave back and shave back, taking the less is more approach, until any unnecessary information is removed. Data miners have found SO MUCH FUCKING cut lore/voiced dialog/animated cutscenes, you name it, in just about every one of their games
Very few game studios would trim their games of finished/nearly finished assets so heavily for the sake of simplicity (at least not without finding a way to reuse those costly assets somewhere else) All that being said, I can't fucking believe there was a fully completed Miquella model in the original game, long before the DLC!!!!
*edit* oh wait they prob used that model to make these statues?
Hey so. That mod is accurate. As someone from SWANA i can say that y'all are really bunch of racist clowns, after all. I fucking can't with this fandom. Those outfits are orientalist to boot. They suck. If Square Enix really wanted, they would've put decent outfits that are inspired from our countless traditional clothing. Even my country has dozens of them let alone the entire region. And they're all miles better than this bs. If i see even one of you in those glams that's a block from me. Gtfo my sight.
⭐Context: Ama refusing to feed their voidsent side has Roxie volunteering herself to provide for them. | (AmaRox) | Unfinished. Typos and grammar mistakes galore.
*Note; Ama's pronouns are they/she.
Roxie's aether was overwhelmingly dizzying. It took some of the edge off, but the need for more tumbled around violently in Ama's head.
She didn't like that.
"I'm scared." The dravanian muttered softly.
Feed me.
A smaller voice, her voice, echo in her head. It sounded desperate for relief, but it wasn't malicious.
Feed me. Feed me. Feed us.
Roxie could hear a small whine from her girlfriend before she started to pant. The hot air against her neck felt wet, and she mentally prepared for teeth to meet skin, but the puncture never came.
Instead, the smaller woman felt Ama's grip around her waist tighten as the half-elezen pressed her sweaty forehead against her neck instead before resting it on her shoulder.
Roxie felt herself swallow, running her fingers through her taller partner's dark hair before gently rubbing at her back in small circles. She wasn't scared, just nervous, worried, unsure of how to help.
"I've got you," Roxie repeated in a gentler tone. "I'm here."
Ama was fighting the instinct to squeeze the smaller woman. What purpose would that serve? They were already as close as they could be and hugging her any tighter would quite literally break the bones in her body.
And Twelve Above, she was so tired of the drooling.
No amount of swallowing gave the dravanian any relief; having embarrassingly drooled all over herself after being given the smallest amount of Roxie's aether.
Thinking that Ama could ever ignore the voidsent part of herself by literally starving it was probably the stupidest thing she's ever done.
And now the hedgewitch was paying for it.
It needs work and I hate it. The original version was drowning in (purple) proses, but I trashed it.
Uhhhh...,tag. You're it? (If you want?)
@myreia @laterose13 @glitter-goblins @lilbittymonster @ahollowgrave @tsunael @iron-sparrow @punchelf @enkindlephoenix @jampocalypse and any one else this crosses and wants to do it. No pressure of course🙂↕️💕
Among the first batch of parchments rolling off fresh from the press, comes the new, and improved, charted record of the elusive waters of Hyrthyml Isil, and all of the islands belonging to its reach. Replete with details of flora, fauna and the whereabouts of certain protective wards, this detailed script will prove useful to any and all that wish to brave the wilderness of the lands and tides heretofore thought vanished to the waves of Aerslaent.
Exclusively available to the patrons of the Embassy, may this depiction serve to safeguard your and yours to the promised, lost haven. Reprinting and acts of sharing are strictly prohibited.
Fair winds and clear skies,
The Hyrtfyr Embassy
We’ve come a long way, and not necessarily in a poor fashion. Looking back on the original, first rendition of the map…
…one can not help but feel nostalgic–and proud. The new iteration of the map remains true to the original source material, expands on existing regions, and is enriched with new, and more complex areas whose lore is yet to come.
The new map offers more to those keen to look deeper within, especially when depth of field is concerned, as well as the level of the sea, and things of such nature–though it may warrant a deeper zoom-in, regardless.
She remembered why she wouldn't let Roxie take pictures of her anymore.
Not only was it jarring to see the apparitions of her biological mother and her dead sister staring right at her, but seeing that version of herself slowly beginning to appear in photos?
The version of her that she tried not to acknowledge when she used her Enshroud, or stepped into a voidgate, the version of her she wanted to erase--unfairly bound and born into generations and generations of voidsent pacts.
At first, Ama tried to justify why the picture turned out the way it did, more for herself then for Cleah and Roxie. It was just the after-effects of stepping in and out of voidgates, she had said aloud, even thiugh no one had asked. Entering their various domains to block them out from entering their Star with banishing wards is bound to have a weird side effect, right...?
The half-elezen had tried to laugh it off, "I'm sure it's not permanent..." but the anxiety only twisted more in her gut the longer she stared at it.
How she appeared to others inside the void had partially followed her outside of it. Aside from the sharper teeth, claws that were a pain to manage and the coming and going of blackened arms, her eyes had been the only normal thing about her...
Though,
She once overheard both of her partners offhandedly mentioning that depending on Ama's emotions (usually if she's pissed), the whites of her eyes went black and the heterochromatic blue and brown of her eyes were quickly swallowed by the sickly purple glow that was reminiscentof a voidsent.
They said they "didn't care", that "it would take some getting used to", that she was "still their Ama, no matter what".
Actions were louder than words and the hedgewitch wondered if they were simply lying to spare her feelings, burying what happened two weeks ago under the rug:
They had woken her up, or tried too, they had told her, from a nightmare (that she didn't remember having), screaming and glowing and clawing and trashing their room with a wind spell.
Cleah had pushed Roxie into a corner for safety, while the warrior of light had tackled and pinned Ama down to the wooden floor, yelling, "Ama! Ama, stop!! Wake up! It ain't real!! Wake up!"
Ama had only remembered seeing an extremely disheveled Cleah looking over her, out of breath, blood running down a cut from the red-head's cheek and red smears, and ruined walls, a broken window, red blotches on Roxie and wide, teary green eyes.
She just remembers jolting upright, confused, startled, realization hitting her all at once as soon as she tried to rub the blood off of Cleah's face and seeing Roxie slowly make her way towards her, collapsing in front of her as they both pulled her in for a hug as the other sobbed.
Feeling the guilt ripple up her spine, she tore the photo into bits before setting it ablaze and tossing the ashes out the open window. Roxie pouted at first but Ama swiftly walked over to plant a kiss on her forehead, trying to ignore the intense gaze being thrown her way by Cleah.
"Let's try again some other time, Tinkerbelle." Ama said softly."Maybe with all three of us instead of just me?"
Roxie nodded and went to go put her strange picture taking device away. Ama forced herself to look at Cleah, whose brows were furrowed and the faint glow of her left eye fading out.
Ama felt her breath hitch as Cleah stalked up to her, never averting her gaze. Intense silence for a few moments before the taller woman let out a soft sigh. She gently held the left side of the other's face and tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear.
She wanted to ask what Cleah saw just now, with her Echo.
(What a gift and a curse to have.)
Calloused fingertips sliding down her arm and snake between her own to take a hold of her hand, Ama felt her question die in her throat immediately as she lead her out of Roxie's workshop to follow after their shorter girlfriend.
i think a lot of people need to hear that it doesnt matter how much time or effort you put into a character or their story or how special and personal it is to you, if people are rightfully pointing out that aspects of it are rooted in bigotry and ignorance then. you can and should rework it while making an effort to be more respectful and conscious of what youre doing the second time around.
this happens a lot with racist and orientalist designs and works in particular where people find it easy to take any criticism as a personal attack on their creativity and double down claiming that theyre attached to their character or that theyve put a lot off effort into what theyve made which. frankly sounds like you are putting your fictional characters and your personal fun with fandom over the voices of actual real people when they point out the harm these portrayals and tropes in fiction are tied into.
no amount of time and effort spent reworking and going back on ideas you might have been attached to is wasted if it means you are working and doing your part to make fan spaces safer and more welcoming for everyone. getting defensive and refusing to reflect on your conscious or unconscious biases in what you create helps nobody. and also it makes you sound like a child thats more concerned with your playtime than like. not being racist
People need to hear that Orientalism SUCKS MASSIVELY and produces caricatures NOT well developed, interesting, complex characters. I don't care how much effort you put into it. If you did it through the lens of Orientalism then your character SUCKS.
