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buoyfriend · 1 year

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The WoL Catches A Cold *a-choo* - feat. The Ishgard Elf Husbands, G'raha Tia, Ardbert, Hien & Zenos

@eidechsejaspis asked:

Hello again:)

As new season of coughs ans sneezes approaches I have a question of how would Scions (choose any you like), Aymeric and Zenos (where would we go without him?) react on WoL catching serious cold? Time period is at your liking from Heavenward to adventures in Garlemald:)

Thank you in advance:)

It is sniffles season again! Thank you for asking, this was a really fun one to get back into HC writing with!

Aymeric

In moments you think he's not watching, he is. He adores the way you wince when reading an unpleasant part of a book, how you fidget in Alliance meetings, even the little whistle of your snore. Aymeric notices your first sneeze. It's hard to get allergies in Coerthas, and he recognizes the hacking from your lungs a few days later. This comes for everyone sooner or later, and politely asks you to quarantine yourself for a few days.

He isn't one to miss work to care for a sick partner or spouse but has a very attentive nurse stationed nearby

He has given his full itinerary for the next several days so he can be alerted as soon as you wake up from a much needed, multi-day sleep

Aymeric wouldn't argue that he knows cooking well, but he does make a point to assist in the kitchen after work to make sure that you have soup recommended by the best chirugeon available

He will dodge kisses from you for days to avoid becoming sick himself, but it's too late anyways

When Aymeric finds himself bedridden for a few days, he decides that it was worthwhile to give you that forehead kiss as you slept

Estinien

Estinien is familiar with sickness. Long campaigns through the newly snowy Coerthas as a young knight taught him much of seasonal illnesses. He's seen many a friend drink their weight in bitter root soups, gnaw on wild herbs, and the like to push through it until they can get home. He's seen you sick before. Still, he has some lingering anxiety. You looked far worse than a little aetheryte sickness. He's lost much and more, the thought nags at him that more concern might be warranted.

Estinien has his hands full with travel these days and assures you that he will indeed make it to tea with Vritra tomorrow afternoon

He does not make it to tea with Vritra

Estinien deftly slips into the bedroom but there was no need, you had been out cold for hours by then

He would like to keep his friend from waiting, but not until he's sure that your breathing is steady and your temperature not too high

What a sight to see! Had you been awake, you might have heard Estinien's dress shoes pacing along the floor, his hand nearly to his linkpearl while paralyzed by indecision on whether to cancel or not

He cautiously leaves a glass of water and your linkpearl on the bedside table, just in case, though he may never admit that it was he who placed both there

When he does return home, perhaps an hour earlier than expected, he denies all concern as he settles into bed beside you

Haurchefant

While he's not a sadist, Haurchefant absolutely loves the sight of you ill. You're always off somewhere, but for this small bubble of time, you're here. You're sipping hot chocolate and letting him read poetry to you rather than mailing it off to some distant locale. He can watch your tired face grin and sigh rather than imagining it alone from Camp Dragonhead.

His favorite thing to make for you, of course. Hot chocolate, every day you're sick. No matter how hard it is to get chocolate in Coerthas, no matter how many tall tales he must tell to provision it, you wake up to hot chocolate beside your bed every morning.

"You don't need caffeine, anyways, you need something calming and a smile."

He knows he'll get sick if he sleeps next to you every night, but he's forewarned Camp Dragonhead. Emmanellain can hold his seat for a fortnight, it could be good practice for him.

Haurchefant watches you sleep, sliding his hand under the covers to grasp yours. For once, the cuts and bruises all over you are starting to heal. Days off the road, finally given rest. He wishes you both had more days like this.

G'raha Tia

Just as your new adventures together have begun, you fail to keep up. You run a little slower, stopping after a few paces to lean into a cough, heavy sneezes punctuating the blows you attempt to land on monsters. G'raha is quick to notice but slow to bring it up.

He frets, wringing his hands beside you as you ready yourself for the day, struggling to put on your clothes. As you sigh in failure, dropping yourself onto the bed, G'raha can't help himself.

"You can admit you're sick. I know you've been on the road for a long time. Even with the help of your friends, the path you walk is a lonely one. But you're not alone this time. Let yourself rest and let me take care of the other things that come along?"

G'raha fields the many requests sent your way, trying his best to fulfill them, wondering how you do it all at full health.

In quieter moments, he finds his way to The Last Stand to get your favorite dinner, absolutely purring as he watches your sleepy smile. Alas, your sense of smell is back! You knew exactly what he'd brought you as soon as he opened the bag!

He can't help but laugh to himself as you find yourself exhausted from the walk from your bed to the dining table, cracking jokes about his hero losing the greatest battle thus far.

G'raha's excitement knows no bounds when you announce that you're well enough to continue your travels together. The ruddy cheeks, the soft ear wiggle. No sickness can stop his hero for long.

Ardbert

(Assuming Ardbert is no longer a ghost!)

Ardbert is restless. He hasn't seen an open field, a forest, an ocean in days. He wonders if it's unsupportive to ask if you'd mind if he pops out for a fishing trip tomorrow. Perhaps if you're a little better in the morning?

He's not heartless, he left some hot tea beside your bed and made sure your medicines were in reach.

Though he did have some guilt by the third hour of his fishing adventure. The pangs of guilt grew until an idea sprouted from them.

He racked his mind as he navigated the markets. He had enough fish, but the right peppers...which peppers were correct. Tomatoes. Cream. Potatoes. Something was missing, some spice.

Ardbert has made a mess of things. He has put out the kitchen fire, somehow there are no more clean pots and pans. Yet, the soup is complete! It was his mother's recipe, it always had him right as rain after a day or so.

Though you tried your best to hold a straight face, the soup was...I don't know if it's fair to call it a soup. He looks absolutely crushed.

You fall asleep while he strokes your hair, his head pressed against yours as he told you stories. About Kholusia, fishing for cod with his father, his mother's miracle soup. He asks what they made where you're from, but it's too late. You've already drifted off, dreaming about magic fish.

Oddly enough, from a couple of sips of Ardbert's attempted soup, you feel some measure better. He, on the other hand, has the same horrible wheezing cough you had a day before.

Hien

Hien is not the biggest believer in staying bedridden in a sealed room while sick. He frowns, hating to see you suffer, but a thought springs to mind as he twirls your lank, sweaty hair between his fingers.

The clean air of the Azim Steppe is just as promised. During the day, he haggles in the markets for the best Dzo to make stews, the best leaves to make tea. All while you watch the clouds pass from the hammock outside of your yurt.

It's hard to leave the hammock, not only for the comfort. Where else could you see so many stars? Hien points to his favorites, the brightest, the funniest shapes some constellations make.

There wasn't much for entertainment, but watching Hien in the distance sparring with friends was a welcome sight.

After a few days, he encourages you to come with him. On a little walk, at least. Another day, just a little spar. How do you know you're well if you don't test your skills?

The break from all the noise, the responsibilities, becomes intoxicating to you after some time. Hien never has to rush to some meeting, you never need to leave to be flung at a new problem.

You've been better for a week now, finding yourself testing your sharpness with Hien and his friends every morning. Though you may have been hesitant to travel while sick, the time spent together was precious. Perhaps next time you won't have to be sick to convince yourself to take a break.

Zenos

He's seen you weakened before, brought to your knees by your own frailty. It disappoints him and yet, he's fascinated by it in a way he doesn't quite understand. How could someone so pitiful occupy every hour of his day?

Zenos doesn't agree with the chirugeon, you could power through this with sheer force of will and merely shrugs as the medicines are set on the table.

This could not be what ends the object of his obsession, his first friend. He regularly checks that you're still breathing. He leans in too close to hear that your heart is still beating, only to be rewarded by a wheezing cough into his hair.

His size is quite the advantage, it's not a challenge for him to carry you from place to place. He leans low to the ground, scooping you up as the sight of you exhausted from standing up only leaves him with disgust.

Still, when you fall asleep each night, he leans his head to your chest. Your heart still beats, your skin glittering with sweat. He knew he would see you like this on another day, performing the great feats that brought him to you in the first place. Though he never understood your reasons, he knew you'd be back to fighting the mesmerizing fights that led the two of you here. To share a bed, a home, a life.

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motley-ember · 1 year

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Cooking With Posey!

We're over a week into the @woltourney, so I bet a lot of people are hungry! Now, I usually only share my recipes with my close friends, but I'll make an exception, since I'm not sure how I'll send everyone here a bowl of soup! (I had to put Piggy in baby jail because she kept trying to eat my fresh mushrooms! Don't worry though, Miss Tataru is watching her.) I can't take the entire credit for this recipe, I learned this one from some of the best chefs in Doma!

Recipe for Doman Wonton Soup under the cut!

Or, if you still haven't voted for Posey, vote for him here!

Doman Wonton Soup

Cooking time: about 15 minutes Feeds: 4 People (Or 2 Poseys!)

Ingredients:

20 Frozen Wontons I know most people don't want to make their own wontons, so I suggest using frozen. I used chicken for mine, but you can use any kind you'd like. You can also use a package of egg noodles instead!

6 cups/1.5 litres of Low Sodium Chicken Broth The soup will be plenty salty, I promise! You can also use pork or veggie broth!

1 1/4 tsp. / 2.7g Ginger This would be an inch/3 cm of fresh, but powdered is okay too! If you use fresh, slice it thin.

2 Cloves Minced Garlic

8oz/1/4 kg. of Shitake Mushrooms, thinly sliced You can use pretty much any mushroom you can get at the grocery store, and I've found that canned mushrooms work in a pinch!

1 tbsp/15 mL of Soy Sauce

1 tsp/5 mL of Sesame Oil

3 Green Onions, slice the green parts for your garnish If there are intact white bottoms, you can put them upright in water to grow more!

Instructions

In a big pot, bring your broth to a boil.

If you're using fresh ginger, press down firmly on your thin slices with the flat part of a knife, this brings out the flavor. Add the ginger to the pot with your garlic, and let them cook for 5 minutes.

Add your mushrooms and wontons, and keep a close eye on them as you stir the pot. Depending on size, this could take around 2-7 minutes.

When the wontons are cooked through, stir in your sesame oil and soy sauce. This will give it the same flavor you'd normally see at a Doman restaurant. The oil makes it a bit nutty, and the soy sauce adds a nice saltiness to it. This is why we didn't use salted broth!

Divvy your soup into four bowls, and make sure everyone gets enough wontons! Garnish with your sliced scallions.

Enjoy!

#woltourney #posey #seriously though i have made this recipe before #it's delicious #recipe #soup #good soup #warrior of light #final fantasy xiv #food tw

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keicordelle · 4 days

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Fluffvember Day 14 : Love Language - Aymeric

The words were hard for Estinien. I knew that and most days, it didn't bother me. I knew how he felt about me, and that was enough. And even if he couldn't bring himself to say it, his love shone through in his actions. A bowl of soup left for me after a long day at work, strong fingers kneading into sore muscles, my sword honed and my armor oiled for me - a thousand acts that were every bit as revealing of his affections as those three little words could ever be.

But me, I needed to say it. From the moment I knew it, it was all I could do not to shout it from the rooftops and tell anyone who would listen. Indeed, the words had come almost before the realization, slipping free in an unguarded moment, and only after they were said did I realize how much I meant them. I love you. I love you. I love you. A constant refrain through my mind whenever he was nearby.

But I saw the way that his eyes tightened when they slipped from my tongue, when he heard in my voice how earnestly I meant it, and so I tried to bite back the words, to deny the urge its outlet, until it spilled out in other ways. I'm so lucky to have you. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I am yours. He did not seem to flinch from those as he did from the word love, and so I contented myself with this manner of saying-without-saying, and that was enough. It had to be enough. (Some nights, it wasn't enough.)

And yet the gentle caress of his hand through my hair chased all my doubts away. The brush of his lips against mine, the curl of his arm over my waist, his head rested against my shoulder - every touch was a reassurance, a language we both spoke, that conveyed our intent even if neither of us would speak it. I had not noticed until recently how much Estinien seemed to crave physical contact. His body never seemed to stray far from my own when we were alone together: his foot brushing against my leg beneath the dinner table, his arm grazing against my own as we sat side by side, his fingers inching towards mine as we walked before he noticed and snatched them away. He seemed starved for that nearness, for a touch that was not just sexual but platonic, comforting - loving - and he seemed to draw strength from that nearness, that intimacy. Slowly, ever so slowly, I watched as he stopped trying to deny that of himself, like an admission that he would not yet make. Together, we came to an understanding, and the words were unnecessary (even if I still longed to hear them). But Estinien had always known how to make his body speak for him when words failed him, and through his touch and his patient caress, he showed me night after night the depths of his love until I sang with it, so full and satisfied I could hardly ask for more.

A gentle sigh slipped from him as he shifted in my lap, his face more peaceful in sleep than it could ever be in the light of day, and as I stroked my fingers through his hair, he settled more comfortably against me, nestling as near as he could manage without melding straight into me. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at my lips as I watched him, snowy hair flowing like silk between my fingers and a sense of contentment suffusing my breast. Maybe he couldn't say it, but if this wasn't love, I didn't know what was.

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#ffxiv #estimeric #fluffvember #estinien wyrmblood #aymeric de borel #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv fanfiction #estinien #aymeric #my writing #~k

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dawnslight-aegis · 8 months

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4. off the hook

(a follow-up to this fic, please mind the rating)

“Don’t you have literally anyone else to bother today, Kazarishi?”

Kaede flashed him a bright grin that was all teeth and no warmth. “Oh, come on, Estinien. You should have known there was no way I was going to let you off the hook that easily.”

The woman was like a wolf who had caught scent of an injured karakul – relentless and unshakeable. Usually an admirable trait to watch in practice, but Estinien didn’t particularly care for being the prey she was hunting.

He just stared her down, and she calmly held his gaze, eyes sparkling in the same obnoxious way that Aymeric’s would before he said something truly annoying. “You. Are in love. With Marz. I know it, you know it, and now, thanks to the Echo, she knows it. So the question stands: what in Hydaelyn’s name are you going to do about it?”

“None of your damned business.”

The fact that Estinien had been asking himself the same question for nigh on a week, and had still not come to any sort of a conclusion, was entirely beside the point.

As expected, the raen didn’t let the matter drop. “I could help you –”

“No.”

The word dropped flatly into the air between them, like a gauntlet thrown down, and Kaede’s cheerful wheedling melted away to reveal actual frustration. “Why the hells not?”

He wished he could say it was because he didn’t need it – but if the past was anything to go by, he needed all the help the gods could offer, even if they came in very small, obnoxious, know-it-all packages. No, if he was honest with himself, he still hadn’t made up his mind what he even wanted to do about any of it. The Fury only knew if his overtures would even be welcome, after the mess he’d made of things on the Steppe and after the Ghimlyt Dark.

As if privy to the private battle within his thoughts, Kaede looked away, the lines of her body relaxing as she let the frustration go. “Honestly. You’d be good for each other. And Halone only knows, you both deserve to be happy. I just don’t want to watch either of you let something good slip through your fingers because you were too scared to try and grasp it.”

The words sounded as if they came from a place of experience, aimed inward as much as outward, but Estinien didn’t press her about it. For all her interest in the matters of his heart, she could be as reticent as he was about her own.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

When no other response seemed forthcoming, Kaede sighed and changed the topic, but he would have been mad to think this was the last he’d heard of the matter. “Would you like to come to dinner? I think we’re having okeanis and beet soup, if I remember right.”

Though his mouth fair watered at the prospect – Borel Manor’s chef was damned good at her job, and those were a few of his childhood favorites – Estinien shook his head. “And subject myself to both of you at once? I think not. I’ll try to come visit again soon enough, but until then, send Aymeric my regards.”

“I always do, even when you tell me not to.”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite 2023 #whew this prompt fought me a bit but I did it #always enjoy more excuses to write kaede annoying estinien about his love life #tales from the dawn

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donkuri · 2 months

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Assigning the Scions as Foods

Alisaie:

Golosa, a white choco raspberry mousse dessert. Sort of weird or silly at first, but one of the most delicious things ive eaten. her colors! refreshing and tart raspberry filling w sweet bavarian cream and cake. perfect dessert.

Urianger:

croissant and chamomile tea, complicated and can be finicky, multifaceted, can be sweet or savory. worth the trouble. french. chamomile bc it's an acquired taste, but the people who go for it Love it. relaxing and warm, (i think he would be nice to hang with)

Alphinaud:

cider float, light refreshing and cute, a little childish, this is a vibes assignment, sry alphi

G'raha Tia:

french onion soup, warm kind soup boy, at first hidden under a layer of cheese and bread (exarch.) kind of a grandma food, but still good. Takes a Long time to make (ARR->ShB)

Tataru:

Rose and Lychee macarons, this is basic, sue me. cute and pink. small. requires a relatively high level of competence to make, flavour is up for interpretation, but this seemed to fit quite well. expensive.

Estinien:

churrascaria meat 2 me. this is a vibes assignment. it's even on a stick.

Krile:

another basic answer. deco mini donuts bc she is mini, and she deco (picto) with vietnamese iced coffee, bc even if its sweet, its also quite strong coffee flavour and krile is probably one of the most mature scions.

if you didn't want me to choose cute food why make her so cute huh. i reserve the right to change my answer after dawntrail bc i think we're going to get more insight into her character

Y'shtola:

mirror glaze cake, controlled, hidden, specific and can be temperamental while also being very classy

Thancred:

chicken fettuccine doppio panna and garlic knots from my favourite restaurant in my hometown. he ain't fancy. he doesn't heat up well if we are being honest, but, he's my favorite. and I love him. and he's white, like the pasta. if you eat too much you will be lying down for the next 6 hours.

#ffxiv #it's 5.30 here while writing this so forgive typos ya? hehe <3 #the pastry for alisaie inspired making choices for the rest of them. hers is the only one i'm rock solid on

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lilbittymonster · 11 months

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6. What they would do if the other is sick? (All three :3)

Aymeric would be the ever doting and worrying husband, making soup and tea and giving them extra pillows and blankets and being slightly too clingy as they're trying to recover. The "no don't kiss me, you'll get sick too!" -kisses them anyways-

Kitali would be pragmatic, still with the hot food and tea. Likely would be adding in her own herbal infusions to try and help with healing. Generally just try and make them as comfortable as possible.

Estinien would be hand-wringing and brusque trying to cover up how useless he feels bc he can't fight this with a lance, but he can sit with them and let them commiserate (especially Kitali, she's an awful patient). Probably busts out a Coerthan soup recipe or something he remembers from when he was a kid to try and make them feel better.

Thanks for the ask @raynshyu!

Ship Headcanons

#replies #raynshyu #the ot3 agenda #kitali moonblade #aymeric #estinien

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tahri-nhupuju · 1 year

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Surprise Posey propaganda!

As far as I know, there's nothing in the @woltourney rules against propagandizing for someone else, so have some fun behind-the-scenes information from the GM of the tabletop campaign that Posey was created for!

Posey's love interest Zavuh'to was originally made to test the character sheets I made, and was later refurbished into the main antagonist of the campaign's first arc. He is the last living member of clan Mhakuru, and learned the art of the samurai from Musosai himself (the campaign started in the ARR patches timeline-wise, so he was still wandering around searching for capable pupils.)

In the campaign, Tahri plays the role of the Warrior of Light, but both Posey and another player character do have the Echo, which only recently awoke for them.

"Cooking" is a skill in the system we're running, and Posey literally tries to use it whenever he's able.

In fact it is by far his highest skill, and his average results produce food that would be the star of the show on the Sultana's table. His free company members are very spoiled when it comes to food as a result.

Posey has all of his free company members' favourite foods memorized (@motley-ember made all the other players pick one)

The party managed to sneak into Ishgard circa late Heavensward and Posey set up an impromptu soup kitchen in the Brume.

Posey has thrown a motherfucker at another motherfucker.

Posey's grandmother (Known to all as Babushka or Baba) was a former member of the Bozjan royal guard who fled with her grandkids to Eorzea after their parents died fighting the Imperials. She lives just north of East Shroud, and is the one who taught him how to fight like a paladin and how to cook.

She is also where he got his size from, and she is bigger than he is even in her old age.

Posey doesn't realize that most people in Eorzea think Hrothgar are kind of intimidating or even scary.

One of Posey's fellow party members is Zavuh'to's adopted sister, so he keeps using that as an excuse to go see him or to call him. Just keeping him up to date on his sister is all. No massive, obvious crush here, no sir!

To wrap this post up, here's a link to the poll and some bonus pics of his soon-to-be boyfriend:

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #warrior of light fight #screenshot #zavuh'to mhakuru #posey the paladin

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yzeltia · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite Day 5: Cutting Corners

Characters: Y'shtola Rhul, Estinien Wyrmblood, Violet Fisher, Tataru, Jannie Eyradoux, U'rahn Nuhn, G'raha Tia

Rating: Teen

Summary: Tataru's Grand Revenge

Notes: None

Something was amiss lately, but U'rahn couldn't quite put his finger on it. Tataru seemed to be giving him quite the cold shoulder as of late. Sure, he got cheap market-bought leather on her last fetch request instead of making the journey back to Ul'Dah and grabbing her order from the Weaving Guild, but he saved her a ton of Gil and she had to know how sick Aetheryte travel made him by now.

As he waited for dinner, the lion-tailed Seeker crossed his arms and thought on it further. "It's been weeks, surely she can't still be mad?"

Dinner arriving, he sat up, stomach growling as the Lalafell sat out plates in front of everyone. He salivated as he watched Esteninen get a large fried squid, a mutual favorite, Raha with his favorite double-decker cheeseburger. Y'shtola received a dark-leaved salad and his favorite mix of cranberries, feta, and pecans on top. Violet received her usual liquid dinner, a dark rich whisky, though it seemed Tataru was sure to give her a small plate of savory steak tips. Beside him, Jannie was presented with a fragrant and creamy potato soup, his favorite from Ishgard...and finally, when Tataru waddled up to him, he was given three Chocobo-shaped nuggets and a small dollop of cheesy noodles on the side.

"Ah...umm...Tataru?"

"Yes, dearest U'rahn," she answered sweetly.

The man went cold, having never heard words so honeyed sound like a threat. Looking up, he swallowed, all eyes on him, Esteninen raising his brow as if daring him to say something.

"Were you not going to thank Tataru for your wonderful meal," Y'shtola asked, sprinkling a raspberry vinaigrette atop of her salad before flicking her eyes in his direction.

"If looks could kill," he thought to himself before picking up a nugget. "O-oh. I was just gonna ask if there's any ketchup to go with it. But yes, it's a fine meal...all my favorites are here...and...these nuggets are definitely the best..."

Violet took a sip of her drink and then pursed her lips. "That's quite an insult to be asking for extra sauce. Are you saying that she didn't season your meal to perfection," the Hyur taunted.

"Are you U'rahn? I worked very hard you know. As hard as you do on your adventures."

"Really? Ah, well... Never mind me. Giddyap Chocobo," he laughed nervously before trotting the nugget into his mouth then swallowing the dry piece of breaded meat.

"Good boy," Y'shtola and Violet praised in tandem.

Tataru smiled then hummed to herself as she took her seat at the head of the table, having a Sagoli Sand Bream grilled to absolute perfection upon her plate. His meal was long finished before the others and as his fellow Scions chatted among each other, he was left only with a growling stomach for company. Looking to G'raha, his eyes widened, ears perking as he watched the hefty cheeseburger be slowly chomped away. He licked his lips a bit then tilted his head down, hoping the other would take the hint. Their eyes met and G'raha moved to sit his burger down, taking a knife to it.

"Thank you bro!" U'rahn cried gratefully in his head until watching the Scion freeze up. Following his eyes, he found Jannie shaking her head at him. Crestfallen, he watched G'raha return to eating the split burger, his fellow Tia avoiding eye contact.

Dinner soon passed and a pot of coffee was passed around. Starving, U'rahn filled his water mug as opposed to the proper ceramic cup offered, not daring complain.

"Well everyone, now that supper is finished I'd like to present you all with my latest endeavor," she sang. "If you all would take a look under your seats, you'll find presents for you all."

U'rahn blinked then felt under his chair with his tail, finding that he'd not been left out of this. He was cautious though, lifting his box up onto his lap. The Miqo'te watched as everyone unwrapped their boxes. "The winter comes soon and I wanted to be sure we were well prepared. Please, try them on and let me see if they fit. Boys first," Tataru continued to sing as the Scions pulled out fine sets of fitted leathers for each of them.

Hopping up, U'rahn joined the men behind a provided screen, tail flicking about curiously as he opened up his own. Resting inside he found a leather jacket in his favorite shade of red with black bottoms. Not sending anything amiss, he quickly flung them on, hurrying back to show his gratitude and hopefully earn himself a spot back in Tataru's good graces.

"Well don't you look sharp U'rahn," she sang. "Give us a spin."

The Miqo'te nodded then tugged on the lapels of his jacket with a spin. "I thought you wouldn't ask. As you can see ladies, Tataru has outfitted me me with her best work yet," he praised, spinning in his socks while lifting his tail to show off his goods before stopping cold as he returned to face them. "Was that....a breeze?"

The women roared with laughter at the table while behind him Esteninen snickered and G'raha covered his mouth somewhere between laughing and being flustered.

"Oh certainly fine indeed Little Lion. Though, for one who fancies himself a bard, I am surprised you do not know staple apparel when you see it," Y'shtola laughed, running Violet's back as the woman nearly choked.

"By the Fury boy, where are your smalls," Esteninen breathed out, chucking the lad his discarded pants to cover his rear.

"They are...quite nice though," G'raha added in a small voice.

"T-Tataru," U'rahn yowled, voice cracking, furthering his wish for Thal to incinerate him on the spot.

The Lalafell simply hummed and nursed her coffee with both hands, drinking deep before turning to smile at him

"Do you not like them, dear? I fashioned them with leather you brought back for me and simply had to work with what I was given."

#ffxivwrite2022 #cutting corners #humor #u'rahn tia #violet fisher #Jannie Eyradoux #y'shtola rhul #Y'shtola #estinien #estinien wyrmblood #hyur #miqo'te #elzen #lalafell #tataru taru #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv miqo'te #g'raha tia

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scrollsfromarebornrealm · 2 years

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Dreadwyrm and Dragonfire [3: Sanctuary]

Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly Lord High Commander’s Office One week following the bloody banquet Estinien took a bite out of the bread roll, letting it’s warmth sink into him. Whenever he returned to Ishgard he would have a meal in Aymeric’s office--otherwise his friend would annoy him otherwise. The bowl of stew sent up wisps of steam as he reached for the spoon, idly evasdropping on the conversation before him.

“I must thank you again for speaking to my father on Riven’s behalf. Your words helped ally much of his fear.” Haruchefaunt said. Aymeric shook his head.

“It was nothing. I am just grateful that your House is providing her safety.” He replied, his face grim. “How is she adjusting?” Now it was the Fortemps’ knight’s turn to turn somber.

“She has been rather...guarded.” He replied.

“From what I’ve heard, I don’t blame her.” Estinien interjected. “She’s gone from one nest of vipers to another, practically friendless. I would be wary of everyone and everything too until proven otherwise, and even then.” Aymeric sighed at his friend’s words.

“Has there been anything from U’ldah?” He asked. “Any word, any demand?”

“No, and it’s the damnest thing!” Haruchefaunt replied. “Word has surely made it back by now that she’s come to Ishgard, but nothing!” Estinien paused mid-sip of hot mulled wine, eyes narrowing. Swallowing, he set down the mug.

“That’s troubling.” He remarked. “If she and the others were as guilty as they claimed, I would have expected a lot more hassle.”

“It’s not just that. I reached out to some of the House’s former hires, asking if they’d heard anything. It turns out that there’s conflicting reports about something having happened at the banquet.” Harchefaunt continued. “And none of them even mention the poisoning!” Aymeric crossed his arms, thinking.

“...It very well could be that they still could reach out and demand we hand over the Scions.” He began. “But the longer that they don’t, and the longer those three can stay clear--I would imagine the lies would unravel very quickly. More so if Limsa and Gridania start applying their own pressure.” Estinien helped himself to several spoonfuls of soup, then another bite of bread.

“Do you want one of my men on them? We’re pressed for bodies, but I’m certain it’s possible to free up someone for guard duty. On the chance that someone thinks an assassination or kidnapping is a good idea.”

“No...not yet.” Aymeric mused.

“My father’s become quite intrigued by her. I’m certain when she finally wins him over, he will have no qualms in putting down any threat with the full authority of the House.” Harchefaunt added. “But--a pair of eyes possibly watching from above would not hurt at all if it came to that--Ser Estinien.” Estinien considered the knight’s words, inwardly turning over the Knight-Dragoon schedule in his head.

“Surely she does not plan to hide in the manor for the length of her stay?” He asked.

“My father was to approach her and the others today about rendering some assistance in several areas, namely with Houses Hallienarte and Durendaire. If she can win them over it’ll quiet much of the naysayers.”

“I wish her the best of luck with that.” Estinien muttered, reaching for his mug again. A part of him felt sorry for the hyuran woman and her companions. Ishgard was cruel and cold even at the best of times. Tender hearts such as theirs were easy prey for the church and the nobility.

But then again... Estinien let his mind wander back to Vishap’s defeat, and the news on how the Warrior of Light had stubbornly scraped up what assistance she could muster for Ishgard’s defense. Perhaps he was underestimating her resilience. After all, she didn’t look like much of a threat. But the power in her blood-and the glimpses he’d caught of her in combat--said otherwise.

A pity that I wasn’t able to see her fight in full.

(thanks to @autumnslance and @chysgoda for being a sounding board and providing ideas!)

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Dreadwyrm and Dragonfire [1: Wary] here

Dreadwyrm and Dragonfire [2: Repress] here

#ffxiv #wol x estinien #estinien x wol #wolstinien #aymeric de borel #haurchefant greystone #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #wol riven #a little bit of theorycrafting in this one

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myrfing · 2 years

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6.2 MSQ spoiler thread [estinien voice] kumbhira ribeye baby [varshahn voice] did he drop it in dirt

YOUR...BABY HEAD? THE... NO BEARD SCALES?

howling screaming best himalayan salt lamp ever

this is so. LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

this party comp is nice...yshtola is my forever gamer and estiniens a funny guy. and big varshahn is um. big varshahn. also first time i think they've ever left the autofill as healer for the pc lol

ohhh i looove the twisted surrounds. and god making varshahn pull more in his newly minted freshman meatsuit sorry for the evil

watching his ass use shield lob 5 times in a row for an enemy right next to him. Yea you need to be a dragon

*taking pics of everything* I have to show cylva does she know this lady.

yshtola asking if voidsent appreciate flowers too...man they kind of screwed themselves over by making the void already in CT when their aesthetic sense was erm worse but they really are making the best of it. it looks cool even if halloweeny

common tongue between norvrandt and the 13th...is that the weenis woonis or was there a different babel event. ohh thinking about the golden dhyata now

oh man she's cool.

also people were mad about this line weren't they? i dont get it that's pretty par for the course for the bodyjacker guy

her voice is so nice lol

"are you his friend" "im gourd I dont know anything about that" most ic response laughed like hell. also people said these choices were mean they arent even half as mean as I want them to be sorry to the lovers

YSHTOLA NOT YOUR AETHER LMFAOOO LET GOURD GIVE HIS GIRL YOUA RE FUCKINGGGG PUTTING GAS ON THE PEDAL 24/7

oh so she's like vaulthry

her little hat tilt...moe

why doesnt...like...why dont we just kill the guy or. gourd absorbs the aether. i know suspended disbelief needed here just man

yshtola being the one to give zero her name...the way they. Well.

also she's still cool but she's also very lame. win

...sorry fray

statue of a guy who died doing passage of arms

im lookin for thos deepeyes...

man these little guys can have a little aether. it's fine gourd has a lot and he never fucking uses it except all at once I guess

zero's little sad house of nobodies. love it. yes the house and heart yshtola

SHE'S SUCH A BORN IN A WET CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE LMFAOOO HER HIDEOUT...NO NAME...ONLY KNOWS TRANSACTIONAL BONDS...so real. the oc of desolate 12 year olds everywhere

girl you got snot fountain in your mind palace

ok I know barbariccia is naked lady boss #43461 but hi. you're green as hell like pea soup

wtf she killed those little dudes. they were just hanging out

host says they cant seat us until everyones here wol sighs and takes out their azem crystal

snot hair lady a little fun

NO deepeyes in the void :(

aw ciriatto is relieved and says farfarello quieted down after we slonked her shit

SO FUNNY MAKING ESTINIEN CARRY HER? SO FUNNY ALSO PRETENDING THE WOL DOESNT HAVE MASSIVE AETHER RESERVES YET AGAIN

yesss lets feed zero zero feast zero eat

miss hydaelyn bringing me the cool kids wide and far

varshahn (politely) She is a pain in the ass. But that's ok

LFMAOAOAOAOOA YOU CAN BE LIKE I'm going to my island.

aww..zero feeling warmth and light for the first time in ever

nidhana is so reliable she is just everywhere I guess

DO NOTTTT INSULT NIDHANA ZERO >:[_____]

SHE SUCKED THAT APPLE DRYYYYY HELPPPP

also varshahn. Grow up

[jp writers] human connection and belonging is The Apple (Fruit)

...i bet shes going to die when taken outside of her pond and thats why shes okay with it after all that. Zero U Are So

varshahn's customer service voice with her AHAHAHA

fuck thee aethernet we are walking so you get to see PLANTS and SKIES and COLOR and ARCHITECTURE and PEOPLE

im so glad that the first place she sees as herself in the first is thavnair cus it's such a gorgeous and lively place

lmaoaoooaoaao you just got unlucky zero you got a pretty weird guy

WOO YEAH YSHTOLA the 13th as the life will fill the universe again weaping crying whatever

omg let the eyeball goop enjoy thavnair too

Golbez Grip

there's the Promises We Dont Know About again

i like the void's goofy asses. next is the x.3 patch so someone is going to have to eat it raw

#ffxiv #6.2 spoilers

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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😚💤💐 + sibirite and thancred!

Hi LIz! Thank you for asking! I love these two so much!

😚 - When one gets sick, what does the other do?

If Thancred is sick? Sib will laugh saying she told him so. It’s brief before she starts getting him to bed and making him stay before leaving to get the necessary food and provisions. No one else is allowed in really if they’re going to ask how he’s doing and if he needs anything because it will all be lies and he will try and prove otherwise. Man needs to rest! Ryne is exception because well A) it’s Ryne and B) she’s better at the whole taking care of a person when ill than Sib is.

If it’s Sib that’s sick? There is also a bout of “I told you so.” She forcibly removed from battles and activities to stay in bed, much easier as she be tiny and much worse off when she gets sick. He actually makes some soup for her, does the cool towel if she’s running a fever, gently pushes her back down when she tries to prove herself well and okay as she hacking up a lung and near falling over, and just keeps her company letting the old bard out in telling stories, songs, and reminiscing. Oh! And most importantly post Endwalker he makes sure that only the people that knew right away she was sick are THE ONLY people that know because gods help them if her mother catches wind of it.

The third possibility (and what happens more often than not)? They both are so fuckin sick that everyone else has to take care of them while Y’shtola reminds them that this is what happens when you don’t take their advice of taking it easy seriously. Estinien tries to defend that they are perfectly fine because he’s fought while sicker (no he hasn’t not really). Sib is handcuffed to Thanny so she can’t really go far since she’s too weak to pull him along and he is the reason there has to be a guard in front of the door. Post Endwalker though they just get Sib’s mom to stay within the living area since he does not want to interact with that woman more than he has too so he’ll stay put.

💤 - Who falls asleep first?

Typically this depends on what had occurred during the day. If one faced more of a battle than the other it would be they who falls asleep first. If just normal average day Sib can be quicker to sleep and a much heavier of a sleeper. There’s this protective trait that never leaves Thancred to where he has to make sure there’s safety before even attempting to sleep, he’s also early to rise and just a light sleeper overall. Either way he’s getting wrapped up in Sib’s limbs as she’s just like that.

💐 - Is one more protective than the other?

Yes and no. Yes because it will always be Thancred that jumps in first to protect her, especially in physical combat, however she is the first one to step in when it’s not a physical fight. Both are very protective of the other depending on situations (and not that Sib doesn’t get protective in physical fights and Thanny in non fighting instances they do), but if you want to count off whenever they were being more protective then you have to give it to Thancred. You would think it was because of when she was still learning to fight but no. It was the time they were not together and he went out of his way to make sure she was okay only for it to turn into a little bit of a fight but they still ended up protecting the other in a more than just comrades way.

#I cannot stress enough that sib's mom is just so extra in a helicopter mom way but is also fairly emotionally distant #she still will never like thanny that much #she will blame him for her daughter getting sick when we all know thats not how it happens #x: lover you are pure light

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blackestnight · 2 years

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rule of observation

fluffuary day 14: mutual pining. set during the 3.x quest chain leading up to treating with hraesvelgr/the steps of faith.

life is hard when your crush is super hot but you’re supposed to be acting like a gentleman, dammit.

The cabin Marcechamp had given over for their use—well, less of a cabin and more of a small hostel, filled with bunks and clearly meant to house whole bands of hunters—was both well-insulated and heated by a large stove, so with that and the weather of the Chocobo Forest being balmy compared to Coerthas, Aymeric took the opportunity to inspect the underlayers of his armor. He looked over each link in his chain shirt by firelight, while in the adjacent chair Hanami seemed ready to nod off with her third bowl of soup in her lap.

(She had scrubbed her own gambeson in a nearby stream and draped it over one of the bunks to dry, leaving her in a fitted shirt, and for the sake of his own sanity Aymeric made a point not to look too closely at her.)

“The locals say they’ve noticed an uptick in Dravanian activity of late,” Alphinaud announced, the breeze briefly guttering the flames before he shut the door behind him. “Though they couldn’t identify which of the dragons are Horde soldiers and which among them are Hraesvelgr’s brood.”

“Much the same as the reports from our scouts in the highlands,” Aymeric said. “But ‘tis good to have it confirmed. Thank you, Master Alphinaud.”

“I only wish there was more we could learn,” Alphinaud lamented, as he took his own seat by the stove and poured a cup of hot water, then began to search for the tea. “But the only other gossip worth hearing was speculation as to the activities of the”—he coughed, and gave an apologetic grimace—“‘bunch of blue-eyed Ishgardian bastards.’ Which I find frankly distasteful, not to mention inaccurate. I’m sorry, Ser Aymeric.”

Aymeric only smiled. “It’s quite all right. I have been called worse, and in any case I do not believe it to be an insult in this context.” Certainly he was aware that the blue bastard seemed to be a term of endearment for him among some residents of the Brume, and several of his fellow Temple Knights—not least among them Estinien—had harassed each other freely and fondly; it was mostly the highborn or jealous subordinates who spoke with any true venom, and he would have made a poor Commander if he could not keep his personal feelings on the matter from clouding his judgment.

Hanami roused at that, though, with a disapproving grunt and a scowl. “Still stupid. I am not Ishgardian, and my eyes are not blue.”

The only reason Aymeric did not feel mortified by dropping his jaw in shock was Alphinaud’s equally startled “They aren’t?”

Aymeric did not stare. It was rude, and he had been raised better. Yet he liked to think he had observed—appropriately—Hanami enough to know such basic information as the color of her eyes. They were so striking, like ice shards, quite literally glowing; he still thought often of the way she looked in dim lamplight, with the light spilling over her eyelashes. They were strange and lovely and fearsome, especially paired with her rich, warm skin.

“What do you mean?” Hanami snapped. And, despite Alphinaud sputtering and fumbling with his teacup, she rounded her luminous gaze on Aymeric.

And he lied through his teeth.

“While I confess I have never looked particularly closely,” he said, praying all the while for his habitual flush to spare his ears, “I was under the impression they were blue, yes.”

“Idiots,” Hanami muttered, “blind as statues—” and then she was standing, depositing her half-empty bowl on the floorboards to stalk over to Aymeric’s chair, to plant her hands on the arm—so close to his elbow, he could feel the heat of her skin, and—

Her eyes were green, he realized, with their noses ilms apart. Beautiful, bright, like the sharp taste of mint or the color of an emerald crushed into powder, or scratched to pieces by a diamond. Her eyes were green and limned with blue the color of a frozen river and brilliant enough to stop his heart, and so close, looking down at him through her lashes—so close he could feel the warm puffs of her breathing over his cheeks, over his mouth, he could smell the soup she’d just been eating and the cheap soap she must have bathed with and the woodsmoke caught in her hair—

Somewhere on the other side of the world, Alphinaud coughed, and Hanami jerked backward as her frown settled back into place, though Aymeric couldn’t remember when exactly it had vanished at all.

“Piss off,” she announced to the room at large, and stomped into the tiny adjoining washroom. The walls seemed to shake from the force with which she slammed the door. Aymeric focused very hard on maintaining a mask of polite confusion. Alphinaud sipped his tea with rather more volume than required.

(That night, when Aymeric looked away from staring at the bottom of the bunk above him toward the beds adjacent, he caught the briefest spark of blue like a beacon in the dark trained on him before Hanami closed her eyes and turned her face away.)

#final fantasy xiv #s: a minor justice #oc: hanami hagane #fluffuary 2022 #aymeric de borel #alphinaud leveilleur #it's okay aymeric her tongue is actually blue #have fun finding that out later #also! fun fact. i am somewhat blue-green colorblind.#i am not going to admit how long it took me to realize hanami's eyes were green.#(it took a long time)#writing - mine

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keicordelle · 1 month

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Fluffvember Day 10 : Date Night - Aymeric

The faint notes of a familiar ballad drifted through the dining room, candlelight flickering in the intimate dimness from the scarlet spires placed at the center of a small round table set for two. Estinien held out my chair for me, and I blinked at him in wonder, lips parting as I took in the carefully crafted scene he'd prepared. "You did all this for me?"

He glanced away, a faint rosy tint rising to dust his cheeks. "Aye. We've been sleeping together for years, and we finally admitted our feelings to one another; I thought it was time we had our first real date."

"Oh, Estinien..." My heart swelled, and I leaned in to kiss him, arms snaking around to hold him close. For all his bashful reticence, he kissed me back as if he meant to steal my breath away, his lips warm and pliant against my own.

When I pulled back, his blush had spread further, but a soft smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. He gestured for me to sit, tucking the chair in for me when I did before shifting to sit across from me. Houillant appeared a moment later, the manservant perfectly unobtrusive as he poured us each a glass of wine and lay a bowl of soup before us. "'Tis not the most lavish of first dates, but I thought it better to stay in than to risk the stares of meddlesome onlookers tonight."

"It's perfect. Thank you." I reached across to grasp his hand and squeeze, and he graced me with another cherubic smile that set my heart to fluttering. Over a decade I had known him, had fought with him and lain with him, knew all there was to know about him, and still he could make me feel the part of a blushing youth besotted by a handsome comrade.

The soup was rich and creamy, the earthy taste of mushroom carrying with it a hint of nostalgia as it suffused my mouth, and I let out a sound of appreciation. "Mm, this is amazing. Did you make this?"

He nodded, a quiet pride in his expression as he said, "I'm glad it turned out well. It was your mother's recipe."

Just when I thought my heart could not melt any further. "It's wonderful," I said, fighting back the prickling in my eyes. A beautiful tribute to make a perfect night even more perfect. "I love you so much."

He blinked at me in surprise before a brilliant grin spread his lips. "I love you too."

We chatted about everything and nothing as we supped on roast mutton and sautéed mushrooms and popotoes au gratin, and though I had little by way of reference, I thought it was a more perfect first date than I could ever have dreamed.

When we were both pleasantly stuffed, the taste of crème brûlé lingering upon my tongue and my teacup nearly empty, I leaned back in my seat with a contented sigh, stretching to nudge at his foot with my own. "Thank you for this, Estinien. I can scarce imagine a more magnificent evening."

Lines formed at the corners of his eyes as he smiled, returning the touch to his leg with a brush of his own. "Then I shall have to strive hard to outdo myself. 'Tis the least you deserve, and I like nothing more than seeing you happy."

"So long as you're with me, how could I be anything but happy?"

[Masterlist] | [Ao3]

#ffxiv #estimeric #fluffvember #estinien wyrmblood #aymeric de borel #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv fanfiction #estinien #aymeric #my writing #~k

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therovingstar · 2 years

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Some random 6.0 observations (Sharlayan/Thavnair/Garlemald) from off the top of my head as I await my next play session. May contain some minor (but mostly inconsequential spoilers).

- Sharlayan is everything I thought it’d be, both good (atmosphere, architecture, music) and bad (stuffy, stuck-up ppl abound, but are luckily balanced out by many good beans).

- Current favorite music theme is that of our new headquarters/room. Literally have to stop for a minute or two to listen to it, it’s so calming.

- Sharlayan hunter bun is my new best friend, as is one (1) baby yeti thing.

- Of course the Leveilleur matriarch would be great. Gotta balance out dad, after all.

- Alphinaud big man on campus confirmed. Also Alisaie continues to be a chick magnet, seriously the power this girl has over the young female populace.

- Thavnair best place. The atmosphere, the music, the people, the COLORS. Also waaaaay more Au Ra-populated/centric than I thought it would, which, given my specific interests, I loved. Odzaya’s definitely got some connections/relatives here I’ll need to explore.

- The fact that Estinien and Alphinaud manage to share the same terrible habits with money management tickles me endlessly. I hope they bond over it.

- The added little things that increase immersion and character interaction (the aether sickness everyone felt after the transportation, that sickness being an actual status effect as we went after Estinien, etc.) Idk I feel like we’re getting more of those little interactive moments/details this expansion, and I love it a lot. Odzaya’s never felt more like a Scion and an actual part of everything, as her own character, than she has in just these early quests.

- On that same note, I like the more varied responses we’ve been given during conversations. It’s all inconsequential in the end, of course, but still a nice touch that, again, really makes the WoL feel like an individual living in this world rather than just a self-insert protag.

- Pretty glowy flower is pretty and glowy.

- Never thought Garlemald of all places would be the place where Odzaya reunited with the steppe crew. Yes, I took screens.

- Stop breathing in Odzaya’s ear, Thancred. Giving me ship vibes, geez.

- WHEN AND WHY DID XIV BECOME A SURVIVAL HORROR GAME????

- Overall, Garlemald good but big sad. Blue-haired boy in particular needs a hug. And more steppe soup.

- Overall just good good stuff. Every area just feels alive, y’know, even the sparsely populated areas lol, from the environment to the populace (I’ve been taking my time, doing side quests as they pop up, and pretty much each one has been a treat for me, no matter how tedious, just for the added depth and lore and life they bring to their respective locales). You can the see the love that was put into every pixel, and I can’t wait to experience more.

Anywho, I’m currently past Garlemald and the first official trial, and hoooo boy, my head and heart are spinning. More to come.

#lex plays ffxiv #6.0 spoilers #endwalker spoilers

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