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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 7 months

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Engagement~! (AKA Yeah, We Gay, Keep Scrolling~!

(Our wedding is 9/29 at 5:00 pm and we play on Gilgamesh so even if you wanna come for the party favors, we'd love to have you~! Even if you're not tagged, let me know!!)

I've been dating my girlfriend @cydanite for nearly 7 years now and she's been my best friend for nearly a decade! When we first met I was just in awe of her. I still vividly remember babbling to her at lunch and rushing from my seat at lunch to meet her at her locker so we could walk together. (I was down bad and I'm happily continuing my descent every day!)

Over the years she has changed my life and helped me grow in the most beautiful ways. When anyone asked where I wanted to be as an adult all I could see was a comfy apartment, a pet or two, but most importantly: her beside me. She brings out the best in me and I strive every day to bring her the joy that she brings me just by existing in the world. (I know she'll say I don't have to but have you SEEN her blush?? IT'S THE SWEETEST THING! It is my life's mission to see that and her smile every day!)

I love so many things about her that could fill up ten-plus volumes if I were to write them. But one of my favorite things is that how we indulge in the other's interests not only to grow closer but just because it makes them happy therefore making us happy even when we don't exactly get what's going on.

When she sat down and wanted to play FF: XIV with me since I've been hyper-fixating on it, I would've totally understood if she played a few dungeons and laid it down. It just made me overjoyed that she was giving it a shot and hearing me out on whatever fictional love had caught my eye for the day!

But last night she officially beat ARR and I am just so overjoyed!! As soon as she got out of the godforsaken Waking Sands, I knelt down and proposed!!

It wasn't a surprise since we had been planning months prior, even as she fought Lahabrea we discussed what plan would be best suited for us~! But when she agreed '100 percent' I was just so pumped!! I probably fell over in my bed 5 times from pure joy~!

I know some will say it's just a game but we've been talking about moving in together in the next few years and again just that level of commitment and SOMEONE, let alone my personal sunshine wanting to share their future with me??? I know I deserve it but I can't stop from smiling and pinching myself from how awestruck I am. It's my positive reminder throughout the days that no matter what in life, I have love and that's all I need~

Taglist: @disneymarina @floweringforgetfulness @goldenworldsabound @maskedanarchy-ships @canongf @singingdeepinme @nyandereneko @wanderers-wife

#wol x wol #ffxiv oc #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #not selfship #but also kinda is #All my ships include my gf just like 'this is my gf Rebecca #and her boyfriend #and her boyfriend and her...'#WHICH I ALSO LOVE MY WIFE FOR

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sileniadream · 5 months

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What if we reversed roles ?

It all began with a joke. Finstern and Leila play a reverse role in their relationship following Finstern's favorite book, The Knight and The Forget-me-not Lady. Finstern is no hero, even if he wish he was, and see in Leila that knight from this novel. Leila then called him Her Lady. It wouldn't stop that, of course, as when they got together they kept calling each other Knight and Lady.

Last week we jokingly went into how Finstern is husband material, and how Leila would be the one to propose. Of course, it went that way : a nightmare, true, but imagine Finstern wearing a wedding dress ! One of our friend went even farther and dreamed of many more male characters in wedding dresses... So I indulge myself and had a lot of fun, and now my FC is asking for the females in suits (or more manly clothes). And here we are ! And of course you have Thancred and Lyreis to accompany them...

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #screens #lyreis levy #thancred waters #leila sage #finstern haresmont #thancred #finstern #lyreis #leila #other peoples ocs #other wols #reversed roles #wedding #this is not serious at all and i was having too much fun #i love my friends and my fc #we're a bunch of weirdos #they're giving me too much power too

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fantasmagoriam · 11 months

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Wolstinien Week 2023: Day 4 - Dragon

I wonder if we’ll ever get to see a bigger version of Orn Khai, just like we did with Ehll Tou...

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #wolstinien #wolstinienweek2023 #estinien varlineau #on one hand I want my dragon son to grow up on the other hand I want him to remain baby forever #.... what is it with dragonets that despite knowing they're tens and tens of years old your brain still goes ''baby''#yes I went all out on the bg here and it is very much supposed to be the main focus #don't look at the characters they're just here for some flavor #I juts wanted to draw some ~environments~ so it's not the same over and over #... also I love dravania ok the forelands are one of my favorite zones #and one of the few I completed every sidequest in #AND I think wol and estinien deserve to revisit in someday #with how esti wants to repay for the wrongs done to the dragons I can 100% see him and nigen doing some of those quests together :3c #oc: nigen avagnar #x: lovely bitter water #Matry's art

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queenofnohr · 1 year

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we can never go back, not ever again

a commission I got from the wonderful @vyragosa depicting a wistful Asha and Aias reflecting on things that are lost, never to be retrieved

#ffxiv au ra #ffxiv viera #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #wolship #evidence of a love that transcends hunger #your name like a song i sing to myself #the second brightest star in the sky #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa it took me so long to post bc i think i was scared of spoiling people lol #even though i comm'd it after the spoiler ban was lifted #but anyway aaaaaaaaa im so in love with it still 🥺🥺🥺#the gentle colors the way asha and aias are *looking* at each other #the flowing robes are so fuwafuwa its soooooooooo nice #the hands. the hands. the hands kill me every time truly no one does yearning in hand gestures quite like vyra does 🥺#also i wanted to scream more about moros and ajax aka their unsundered selves before posting but that never happened LOL #everything about this is so so wistful it makes my heart hurt #you all should open image in a new tab to really see everything

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ambalambs · 4 months

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I've been thinking about my little scion trio ocs a lot lately and thought y'know what I might as well post a little snippet of fic for them. Cuz why not and then I can say I've posted at least one snippet for all my xiv ocs (except kaien but we dont talk about that lol). I did this one while trying to get a feel for how their personalities would feel on paper and in a more mundane situation. Nothing special lol

"You're gonna love Grams. She's the best!" Saya told Dailoux as they pushed the door to the manor open.

Dailoux gave her a small, nervous nod but froze on the spot as they were immediately greeted by the strong aroma of freshly baked cookies. Saya and Fawkes didn't appear phased by such a greeting but Dailoux couldn't recall a moment where he had smelled something so sweet.

"Grams! We're back!" Saya called out as she set about placing their bags on the nearby hooks. Dailoux had to quickly step to the side to avoid Fawkes' carbuncle as it skittered past them all into the house.

"Oh! Saya darling!" the voice of a kindly elderly woman called back. "Has that boy of mine proposed to you yet?"

Immediately Saya could feel the heat rising up her face as she took a quick glance at Fawkes. He was busying himself with removing his boots and was already making his way further into the room completely dubious to his grandmother's questioning. Saya took a quick glance back at Dailoux who looked at her equal parts amused and sympathetic.

Saya quickly cleared her throat, "No, Grams. We've brought a friend." It was not uncommon for Grams to tease them but of all the times why did it have to be now in front of Dai. Saya groaned inwardly as she removed her shoes. She waited patiently a moment as Dailoux jolted at the realization of the household's no shoe etiquette and stumbled as he tried to rush to follow their example.

The moment he was free Saya grasped his wrist and began dragging him along guiding him to the kitchen. He couldn't help but take notice that Fawkes had left them behind and had snagged a handful of cookies as he hopped up to take a seat on a countertop. A cookie already stuffed in his mouth as he lazily watched the pair of them enter. Grams however shuffled over to them as she removed her oven mitts.

"Oh there she is!" Grams beamed as she leaned in to give Saya a tight hug. She was a portly woman that immediately gave off a warm and loving presence. It was such a contrasting experience from the broody and quiet grandson of hers. Dailoux couldn't help smiling softly as he stood stooped in the entryway. Grams pulled back from Saya, giving her a small pat on the cheek as the young woman grinned back. "And who might this friend be? Is this the one Fawkes mentioned in his letter?" Her gaze turned towards him and he suddenly found himself growing nervous.

"The very one," Saya grinned. She tugged Dai further into the kitchen to stand beside her. "This is Dailoux. Dai, this is Grams!"

Dailoux nervously tipped his head in a bow. What was common Sharlayan courtesy? Was he supposed to shake her hand? Bow more? He suddenly felt like he was burning up. He glanced past Grams to Fawkes on the counter across the room for guidance but he just watched him calmly as he munched on another cookie.

"Oh my well let me take a look at you," Grams carried on looking up at him with a stern look and adjusting her glasses. Dailoux froze under her scrutinizing gaze. For the first time since he had awakened and Fawkes and Saya had found him he hadn't felt so insecure about his elezen height. He was towering over this woman as she analyzed him. Was this a moment of judgement? What would happen to him if she found him unworthy company? Oh how he wished he could be as small as he felt in this moment. Maybe he'd be able to hide behind Saya if he were. Unconsciously he scooted a little behind her. Saya must've noticed because he felt her give his wrist a small squeeze.

Dai jumped as Grams suddenly leaned back and clapped a hand against the oven mitts in her grasp and smiled brightly at him. "My my this one is a keeper! Dailoux was it? Well, dear, if my boy is calling you a friend then you are more than welcome to a helping of Bellveil cookies!" She turned on her heels but Fawkes' gluttony mustve caught her eye. "Tut tut!" she snapped as she smacked his shoulder with a mitt. Fawkes shied away from her beating with a smirk and stuffed another cookie into his mouth. "The least you could do is offer your guests some first! This boy i swear."

Saya giggled as she reached over to grab one for herself. "Actually, Grams, we have a bit of a favor to ask of you. I'm sure Fawkes already explained why we have to keep Dai a bit of a secret." She paused a moment as if unsure how to approach the question. "And we can't keep depending on the generosity of the Students of Baldesion letting him stay at the annex. So could he stay here with Fawkes? Just until we sort things out, of course!"

Dailoux could feel himself beginning to grow nervous again. He new Saya and Fawkes were already risking themselves even bringing him back to Sharlayan. Fawkes had warned him to keep quiet about where they'd found him and his unusual circumstances. But how much had they told his grandmother? He was beginning to worry what their next option would be should she refuse him. Would Fawkes ignore her wishes regardless? Would he be shuffled off to take their chances at Saya's home? But what if her parents refused as well? Where was he supposed to go? He suddenly imagined them turning him back to the docks to sail him away and be left to stagger his way through this unknown land. Alone. Again alone.

His throat was beginning to dry when Grams finally spoke up tearing him from his rapid thoughts. "Of course he can, dear. It's not as if this manor is lacking space. And besides," she leaned in cupping a hand to the side of her mouth hiding it from Fawkes' view. "This house could use some more lively company than this troublesome bookworm."

Fawkes gave her an annoyed look and glanced between her and Saya as the two women shared a laugh. As an act of defiance he reached out and dropped one if his hoarded cookies to the ground where his carbuncle leapt to devour it. Grams tsked at him again and shook her head.

"Well, Dailoux, dear tell me, how do you like Sharlayan since you've arrived?" Grams suddenly asked, turning her attention to him.

Dailoux straightened up and cleared his throat. "It's-it's been...comfortable. Cold," his voice drifted a bit when he realized he didn't know what to say. He sadly didn't have any memory of another place to compare it to. "It's very nice. What I've seen of it." Which hadnt been much to tell the truth. As soon as they got off the ship they rushed him straight to the annex before anyone could ask any questions.

Grams hummed with amusement. "And you'll have to see more, no doubt. We'll have to take you to the market and find you a nice scarf tomorrow. What do you say?"

Saya perked up at that but Fawkes jumped in before she could speak. "It's too dangerous," he frowned.

"Oh hush nobody will bother asking questions if we merely take him shopping," Grams waved him off. Fawkes glared at her as he went back to munching. "Now why don't you make yourself useful and show this boy to his room." She gave him another quick smack to his shoulder causing Fawkes to roll his eyes and hop off the counter. Saya gave Dai a little nudge and he made his way to follow reluctantly behind Fawkes as he tossed one of the cookies still cupped in his hand his way. Dailoux fumbled as he caught it nearly dropping the pastry in the process.

Grams chuckled lightly as she watched the boys leave the room. She turned back to Saya and smiled softly as she watched the girl kneel down and give the carbuncle a soft scratch behind the ear. It always seemed to gravitate towards her when Fawkes was absent. But as she watched the girl her mood suddenly became grave.

"There was actually something I wanted to speak with you about, Saya." The girl looked up at Grams a bit surprised and quickly stood. She watched as Grams turned and rummaged through a drawer a moment. Once she found what she was searching for, she paused and stared at the item for a beat before collecting herself and turning back to face Saya. She then held out a sealed envelope and Saya felt herself swallow thickly. It was a simple letter addressed to Fawkes but her stomach dropped as she focused on the wax seal. The seal from the scions of the seventh dawn.

"This arrived for him not three days ago," Grams explained, her voice hushed and grave. "Now I know he's kept correspondence with them for some time but...something about this one..." Saya finally tore her gaze from the letter to meet Grams' eyes when she paused. "Something in my gut tells me this one is different. This is the one that's going to take him away."

Saya found herself swallowing again and finding it suddenly difficult. It had been some time since the scions had sent him a letter, it was true. Truth be told she new very little about what it was that group did beyond helping those in Eorzea. From time to time they'd send for aid from Fawkes for his intelligence on primals and his echo. He was a perfect source to dig into Sharlayan's library for them but she knew deep down it'd only be a matter of time before they called him to follow their crusade by their side. Out in the field.

"I've never trusted the work Louisoix's little pupils seem to dig up," Gramms continued, "and I won't have them dragging my boy off to his doom. To follow in that man's footsteps. And now this talk of cloaked shadow people." Grams huffed in frustration. "I was just hoping, whatever nonsense is in this letter, you could talk some sense into him. He always seems to listen to you."

Not about this, Saya thought to herself. She remembered him mentioning these cloaked figures to her before. Ascians he said the scions called them. When he spoke of them she remembered how his eyes lit up with intrigue. If the scions were calling upon him now to help with these villains of course he'd agree without question. If they were as bad as they say then they were a threat to not just Eorzea but everything. There was no way Saya would let him rush in to face that alone. Whatever he decided to do she'd help too. It was the right thing to do. At least she hoped it was.

Her only fear was the danger. They were no strangers to combat of course. They'd faced plenty of beasts and minor voidkin during their expeditions into some ruin or another. Not to mention the others they came across when they found Dai. The others like him but unfinished and wrong. Fawkes alone was a force to be reckoned with and Saya wasn't too bad with a spell and sword. But whatever these ascians were, they were worse. Something in her kept telling her they wouldn't stand a chance against them.

Saya reached out and took the letter from Grams and clutched it to her chest. "Don't worry I'll talk to him." She gave the older woman a reassuring smile and it seemed as if a sudden weight had lifted off the woman. Grams patted her cheek, thanking her, and turned her attention back to her baking just as the boys made their way back into the kitchen. Grams' previous grave demeanor was immediately gone and she was beckoning for Dailoux to give her a hand with the oven. The boy rushed over and Grams was going on joyously about something but Saya couldn't find it in herself to listen. Instead she stood there, letter clutched to her chest feeling like a heavy weight was suddenly crushing her lungs. She looked across the way to Fawkes who had already taken notice of her current state, concern furrowing his brow. She could feel his carbuncle bumping its head against her ankles.

"What's wrong?" Fawkes asked her, taking a step in her direction. But as she quickly shook her head with a reassuring smile his eyes fell onto the letter in her grasp. She brushed her thumb over the seal, trying in vain to cover it but it was too late. He'd seen it. His eyes suddenly lit up in the way they always did that worried her. It was that one look that she recognized. The one she learned to fear in him. That hunger. That fire. That desire for more, whatever it was she didn't know. But she did know that in that moment nothing she could say would stop him from leaving.

Quickly she signed his name. The gesture pulling his focus off the letter and back onto her. She gave him a nervous smile, searching in his eyes for that hunger again but it was gone as quickly as it had come. He smiled softly back at her. Such a rare thing, his smile. And that was all Saya needed to know that whatever happened next, whatever crazy journey they were about to be swept up in, they'd be alright. She'd hold onto that hope.

#throws this into the void out of nowhere lol #also like three people probably know anything about fawkes saya and dai lol #but i love them dearly #even tho i wanna fantasia dailoux everytime i play him his face never looks riiiiight lol #ive also been contemplating throwing asra and kain into the mix sometimes and making them all their own adventuring party lol #poor miko my lonely little wol #but anyway lol im trying to train myself to not criticize or say anything bad about what i make #so yeets this into my tags and doesnt look back #final fantasy xiv #fawkes bellveil #dailoux zouvecard #saya aogane #oc ramblings #lambs tries writing

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foxlin-fantasia · 9 months

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🎭　What is Hanaka's role in the Tragic Play?

i was tagged by @miqomonkly ; ty! this was fun :3

i tag: @lark-mage, @followmyv0ice, @ahlis-xiv, & YOU ( if you wanna!! )

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quiz result : the desperate narrator.

this story is a cycle, and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat. you know how this story ends. after all, you've told it a thousand times. but you try to change it every time. you love the people in this story more than anything. so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe. but all you can do is tell the story ─ their story ─ with tears in your eyes. you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness. you have so much love in your heart, and for once you wish it would change something. it didn't. it doesn't. it won't. but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it. in this way, no one is stronger than you. you just wish being strong hurt less.

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( ngl, the thoughts i had from this made me feel like: )

( keep reading more for my nonsense lol )

🌸　aaa, this reads heavily as the lingering traits / feelings of her Azem and how her WoL journey has effected her. pls enjoy! ( i have just recently rly gotten comfortable working on Hanaka's Azem! i felt like i had to know a bit more about the world & Hana herself before giving it a real effort lol )

🌸　The ‘desperate narrator’ vibe is very accurate; i can see it in a particular scene I’ve been working on for writing stuffs!

🌸　Hanaka and her Azem are linked, sharing memories between one another in my lore; they both experience various memories from the lives of one another when they sleep. It happens sporadically, and like most dreams, details become hazy once awake.

🌸　Despite experiencing the more pleasant or mundane parts Azem’s life sporadically in her dreams, Hanaka has a reoccurring nightmare that started in her youth: the night of fiery skies, where she would watch a familiar city burn down from a distance. Hanaka would fight everything to move from her stationary spot, to run, to help, to hide, but she could never change the dream… After all that happens in EW, she learns it was just a memory. ( glimpse of the final days from Azem’s perspective )

🌸　Experiencing her own tragedies on her journey has made Hanaka more emotional and she cries easily, an honest trait she has had since childhood. Now, it’s more like a nervous habit to cry. Her anxiety went off the charts during ShB and didn’t really stop until post-EW.

🌸　As the chosen of Hydaelyn, it only makes sense that her champion tie herself up in knots over the fate of the star. She has endless respect and love for her allies, and high hopes for all of the people of Etheirys, even after experiencing the trials of her journey and witnessing the mess that is humanity. Hanaka does wither at times. When beaten down and at her lowest, even she can fracture and break, yet she will always return to her role as hero with the knowing her loved ones are waiting for her and their adventures are still being written.

🌸　Like the quiz result says: “so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe… but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it.”

🌸　( who hurt you *gently touches photo of Hanaka* )

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