Wanderer Of Eorzea

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Jasmine Kaur

[thedodolady]

Does your OC celebrate any summer holidays? Do they enjoy the season? (from @wandererxiv)

While she doesn't often outwardly show excitement(at least she tends to be more reserved about just how excited she is), she enjoys celebrating Moonfire Faire! Getting to eat delicious treats while watching the fireworks display with family and friends has always been a fun time for her.

Except for that one year when she got her ass kicked, but we don't need to worry about that, lmfao... < <;

As for the season itself? Yeah, she definitely enjoys it. From the sun's warmth on her skin, to the sounds of animals going about their day, it's the season she looks forward to the most each year.

[midnightinthemagicmicagarden]

Precious Calm

Watercolor On Paper

2022, 8"x 12"

Lavender

Sugilite

Private Collection- Wilmington , Delaware

[thedodolady]

TW: Panic attack depiction.

Her body jerked awake— a sharp gasp catching in her throat as an arm swung through the air, hands grabbing at nothing before finding her sheets. Her heart pounded against her ribs, pressing her palm against her forehead, and down her face as she eased herself back down against the mattress and turned onto her side.

She shuddered out an exhale through her nose, eyes scrunching shut. Her breathing shook the same, drawn between her teeth that clenched together. Her throat felt tight, trying to stop the tears that often followed.

Her legs pulled towards her body, curling up under the sheets she pulled up to her nose. She took in another breath— slow. Deep. She breathed out slower. Then breathed in the same.

Breathed out the same.

Breathed in the same.

Breathed out and hiccupped a teary gasp.

[gnossienne]

Vladimir Nabokov to Véra Nabokov (12 Jan, 1924)

[thedodolady]

Does your OC have any birthmarks or scars? (from @wandererxiv)

Do the Miqo'te markings count as birthmarks? If so, then it's a yes to both.

For birthmarks, she has the common markings that cover her face. Three pointing down her forehead towards her nose with the middle being the longest and then one on each cheek curving inward toward the bridge of her nose. There isn't any on the rest of her body, though I've considered adding them I don't think they'd fit her.

As for her scars, most of them cover the inside of her hands and fingers from climbing trees, rocks, cliffs, really anything she could get a grip on except for buildings. Then there are the deep ones over her right shoulder from getting smacked by an angry bear along with a faint scar over her cheek and lower lip on the same side which she got from hitting the ground after getting smacked by said angry bear. The last one(s?) is on the back of her calf. It's been so long that I don't remember how many nor which side they were on, but she got them from when someone kicked her with steel-toed boots.

I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up with more down the line, it seems to come with being an adventurer.

[spoonybird]

an assorted selection of dodos made for dodo stickers

[qvotable]

I still taste the past.

Unknown (via qvotable)

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[thedodolady]

She sat there, staring him straight on with half-lidded eyes, trying to process the words that she found so unlike herself, that caught her so off guard that for a moment she denied that they were her’s. Her entire face gave way to a slight scrunch, and her chest grew heavy with every breath as her consciousness drifted from her thoughts, returning to their reality.

(Writing is not in chronological order.)

[prettycolors]

[perfectquote]

Sometimes quiet people have a lot to say, but they don’t open up to just anyone.

Susan Gale (via perfectquote)

[thedodolady]

Lavender

You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you've made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others' sadness. Just remember-- you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

Tagging: @sorren-greystone, @sjofn-lofnsdottr, @tsunael, @tallbluelady, @ffxivtribehydrae, and anyone who'd like to!

[cozy-aesthetics]

[quotefeeling]

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones (via quotefeeling)

[umbralsound-xiv]

For Bexy 👄 + D'lyhhia & Dodo

"Gods, it has been... So long, since i have last seen her. The last i think was... My wedding? Perhaps my anniversary. Some time longer than i would like, i should think. D'lyhhia and i have always gotten along; i remember meeting her cycles ago in Ul'dah, and helping her with new armor. She has a quiet sort of confidence that i find endearing... I wonder where life takes her, now? I hope she still has her Dodo. Sweet little thing that he is, he was never far from her side..."

[thedodolady]

"I would consider a true job one of legal standings." D'lyhhia lifted a brow in question. "Would that fall under your belief of fair work?"

Gaspard hummed for the longest time. He really had to ponder the matter. "...I suppose that makes sense," he eventually conceded. "I think my worst was this one job someone had posted 'bout their missing kitty— which, they'd neglected to mention, was a grown ass coeurl. And— think that's enough detail. I didn't get it back, obviously. Miss me with that."

D'lyhhia blinked twice in a row. "A coeurl?" Her voice broke out a squeak, one quickly hushed by a soft fist against her mouth. She coughed into it. "There should be regulation on details." Her gaze softened. "Did you get away unscathed?" She assumed not.

"Physically, yes," Gaspard replied flatly, deadpanning. "But I don't trust cat owners anymore. Hear them say 'Mr. Whiskers' favorite is caviar'— it isn't. Its favorite food was MY AR— erh. You don't own a cat, do you?"

D'lyhhia jumped at the sudden raise of his voice. Her ears jolted up, her tail too with its hair standing on ends. "Ahh—" she managed, blinking. "N-no. I do not. I only have" Her eyes dropped to her feathered friend, her tail fell as well. "Him."

(Writing is not in chronological order.)