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wilanserulia · 25 days

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Autumn in Sharlayan

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wilanserulia · 6 months

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Grand Ball at the Leveilleur Estate

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wilanserulia · 6 months

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Sleepless on a moonlit night.

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wilanserulia · 1 month

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On a date by the sea

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wilanserulia · 4 months

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"Let me fix that for you."

One theme I like to explore with these two is intimacy.

In love there's certainly room for passionate kisses, dramatic displays of affection and bombastic declaration of love. But for this couple, for Delen and Wilan, I like to linger on the quiet moments. When they're alone. When they're vulnerable. When they're peacefully together, able to trust and confide in each other, and the noise of everyday worries, of past traumas, of ongoing struggles and trials yet to come is muffled away. When they're by each other's side, and no other word needs to be spoken, content with each other's comforting presence.

It's not the most spectacular kind of love. Not the most eye-catching, either. But it feels true to them, it feels true to who they are, it feels true to what they need from life.

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wilanserulia · 26 days

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Jill, meanwhile, observed him carefully as he kept his gaze trained diligently ahead in an effort to not meet hers, on the surface intent on observing Delen’s training. She knew she had touched a nerve, not from his reaction, but his distinct lack of it. Who on Hydaelyn would listen to something like that and not even blink? As he failed to come up with a response after a couple of seconds, she continued to press her offensive. “Have you not wondered how come she asked you to teach her how to fight?” “Well,” he hurried to say something, anything to break his silence and regain control of the conversation. “She wanted to be able to look out for herself, she said as much, which is a good idea considering she wants to keep traveling.” “I mean why she wanted you to teach her” she corrected him, stressing the pronoun. “You said it yourself, these are just fundamentals you’re teaching her, she could have turned to anyone for those. She could have asked me, I would have taught her this much, she knows it too. Instead, ever since she made up her mind she chose to intentionally avoid learning as much as possible and wait half a year for you to get back from a war front just so she could take basic lessons from you.”

Guess who got around to writing!

I had this chapter in progress for months now, it was like 70% done too, but then life happened. But I finally managed to find not only the time, but also the peace and quiet needed to sit down and finish writing it. And all it took was getting my sleep cycle out of sync because of the DST.

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wilanserulia · 2 months

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A nap on the beach in the midday sun

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wilanserulia · 7 months

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He looked at her. She looked at him. Carefully, with his fingertips, he brushed a few strands of hair aside. She smiled. Timidly. Sweetly. Warmth, in his cheeks. He returned her smile. In a moment of clarity he realized he was doing it again, despite what he had just told himself, despite all the reasons he had for not getting involved, they were being intimate again, he was leading her on again, he needed to stop, he needed to step back before― Her hand. Softly, on his. Gently she held it. Her fingertips, pressing. Down. Down onto her cheek. Her skin, soft, warm, under his hand. Right there. Where it should be. Where it ought to―

He snapped his eyes back into focus, his breath growing faster, heavier. He needed to step back, he needed to retreat, he needed to do it now. He pushed himself up to stand. ...but she held him. Her arm, wrapped, around his arm. He could have forced himself out of her grip, but then again, no, he couldn’t have. Again he found her face. Her lips, pursed, biting back insecurity and indecision. Her breath, carefully steady, deliberately constrained. Her eyes, silently pleading, silently wishing, shamefully deterred but silently needing. Silently telling him to please get it. And he does. He does get it. His cheeks grow warmer, his breath heavier, his eyes wide, and in his irises her. Right here? Right now? He doesn’t speak the words, but she can read them in his face. She can feel it, in the warmth of his heavy breath. She can tell it, by the way he leans onto the mattress again. He’s not intending to leave any longer. She doesn’t speak her answer, but he can read it in her eyes. Still pleading, but grateful. Still wishing, yet relieved. Her lips part, red and beautiful, as she starts to feel accepted, as she urges him to hurry. She needs him. Right here. Right now.

Her cheek, so warm under his hand. Her lips, so wet under his thumb. Her mouth, so inviting. Her tongue, so enticing. Quivering his breath, he thinks without words, that that’s where he ought to be. He almost doesn’t notice, doesn’t register what he’s doing. Moved by instinct, by desire, by hunger. By reason, no longer.

This was an excerpt from my story "Behind Closed Doors". Thank you for taking the time to read this whole excerpt! I really cannot express in words how much I appreciate it.

I have started writing about my two OCs barely a couple years ago and, while I still have so much to learn, this moment in their story, with the narration precariously shifting back from prose to poetry as these two lay on the precipice between reason and feelings is the moment I'm the most proud of so far.

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wilanserulia · 6 months

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Every now and then it's fun to take a non-canon screenshot. Even though I'm not the biggest fan of modern-looking glams I am, however, a fan of cyberpunk aesthetics.

#Wilan #Delen #Aldarulia #final fantasy xiv #gpose #ffxiv gpose #gposers #ffxiv #FF14 #ffxiv screenshots #FFXIV WoL #FFXIV OC #WoLship #Au Ra #Raen #Au Ra OC #Hyur #Midlander #midlanders today

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wilanserulia · 2 months

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Take a ride You don't even have to mean it And if you wanna stay the night I promise I'll keep it secret Stay awhile Baby, you won't regret it Just let it out Love is a way to say it

#valentione's late night art drop #Wilan #Delen #Aldarulia #art #ffxiv art #sketch #WoLship

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wilanserulia · 9 months

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Dim lights and heated feelings

This is a bit of a self-indulging piece slightly outside my comfort zone that I originally hadn't even intended to share online, but I felt quite proud of how it turned out and I feel it portrays a genuine moment of love and intimacy between Delen and Wilan. I eventually decided to cautiously allow this little illustration to be online, and I have to admit I've been glad to see it being so warmly received ever since.

#Wilan #Delen #Aldarulia #art #artwork #disegno #italianartist #illustration #FFXIV #FF14 #FinalFantasyXIV #FFXIVart #hyur #midlanders today #Au Ra #Raen #kiss #kissing #make out #passionate #wolship

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wilanserulia · 1 month

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Hi, I'm Wilan! I'm a freelancer artist from Italy, and I work with digital media. I specialize in illustration and character design. I'm also a FFXIV Gpose enthusiast, and I write fanfic for my OCs in my free time.

And well, in this blog you can find stuff I create, which is usually either about my TTRPG OCs or my FFXIV OCs.

• My art: #art • My gpose: #gpose

I'm mainly active on tumblr, but if you use other socials you can also follow me on: • Twitter • Instagram (art) • Instagram (gpose) • BlueSky If you just want to check out my art: • ArtStation • deviantART If you want to read my fanfics: • AO3 For anything else: • Linktree

More info about my OCs under the divider!

FFXIV

I've been playing FFXIV since its original launch in 2010. I'll happily tell details of the story of the two characters I play to anyone who will listen to me, through gposing, art and writing.

Wilan Serulia

Wilan hails from a small island off the coast of La Noscea. The fisherman's life, however, never appealed to him, his gaze ever pointed beyond the horizon, his traveler's heart aching to explore the world. Fate had other plans for the fledgling adventurer, however. Hydaelyn chose Wilan as her Champion, her Warrior of Light, and he's been slowly buckling under the growing weight of the many responsibilties placed on his shoulders.

Tag: #Wilan #Aldarulia (ship)

Delen Aldanea

Born in a Garlean-occupied Terncliff, Delen grew up under imperial dictatorship until Eorzea's champion killed Gaius van Baelsar in combat, when she managed to escape while the colonies under his command scrambled to re-establish order. After reaching the shores of Eorzea as a refugee, the Werlytian girl was taken in by the very same Warrior of Light who felled the Black Wolf, who gave her a place to stay. Free at last but still stuck in her traumas, in Limsa she would meet a friend who would slowly but surely help her move forward with her life and enjoy what her newfound freedom had to offer.

Tag: #Delen #Aldarulia (ship)

TTRPG

I've been playing TTRPG for, like, 15 years now. D&D 3.5, Pathfinder, DnD 5e, Pathfinder 2e, Fate RPG, and most recently Fabula Ultima. Over this decade and half I've created plenty of characters and, boy, I can't stop talking about them if you get me going. I have way too many OCs to list on a pinned post. I did however list them here. But I'll introduce a few more recent and prominent ones anyway.

Viria

Born from an affair between a desert elf and a human woman, the mixed-race child has been unwanted by her human family ever since she was born, her very presence an uncomfortable reminder of her mother's infidelity. She ran away from home in her teens, around the time she started to develop her magic powers from her elven bloodline, met a similarly outcast half-orc girl and turned to a life of delinquency for a while under the destructive influence of her companion. But in the end she came into her own thanks to her found family, who accepted her for who she was and taught her a better way to be herself, and she blossomed into a bright and cheerful young woman.

Tag: #Viria

Hoshiko

Living a cyberpunk world where lovecraftian mythos were revealed to be real, Hoshiko Yukimura is a brilliant student of the University of Prague, enrolled in the faculty of Arcane Studies. Her natural pre-disposition for controlling magic made her a candidate for an elite corp of soldiers called Vakyries, and under the many pressures of the academy, society and her own family, Hoshiko caved, put aside anything she could consider childish or immature and dedicated herself to the pursuit of her studies. That is, until a botched ritual called an unknown creature into this world. The entity, inhabiting the cat-like construct intended to serve as a familiar, luckily seems to be benovelt toward Hoshiko, grants her a mysterious power, and is bringing chaos into the orderly girl's life, somehow pushing her toward healthier life choises in the process.

Tag: #Hoshiko Yukimura

Nora

A woman from one of the many nomad tribes of Numeria, the robot-infested wasteland of Golarion. Nora's unique appearance, a tiefling resembling a Balor, with goat horns, red skins, and two leathery wings sprouting from her lower back, is the result of having being conceived in the neighbouring land of Sarkoris under the corrupting influence of the Worldwound, the colossal planar rift connecting the material world and the Abyss, plane of the Demons. Nevertheless, being but one freak among many, Nora became a formidable warrior and a capable mercenary. It was during a job for the Crusade where she witnessed (and barely survived) the might of the Storm King Khorramzadeh, lord among balors and master of electricity. The encounter awakened something in Nora, that once channeled manifested a whip of lightning and command over lightning, earning her the title of Daughter of the Storm.

Tag: #Nora

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