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cinnabun-faerie · 27 days

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#ffxiv #ffxiv screenies #clive rosfield's outfit looks so good on them #urianger augurelt #erenville ffxiv #estinien varlineau #g'raha tia #aymeric de borel #thancred waters #fourchenault leveilleur #cid garlond

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vogelspinne · 14 days

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Cooling off 💦

#erenville #ffxiv erenville #erenville ffxiv #ffxiv art #ffxiv viera #ff14 viera #viera #male viera #ffxiv #ffxiv fanart #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv

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scootdoesart · 3 months

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fem hroth save me. fem hroth save m

#wol #warrior of light oc #ffxiv #ff14 #6.55 spoilers #endwalker spoilers #my art #final fantasy xiv #wuk lamat #g'raha tia #erenville ffxiv

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draco-draws · 3 months

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do NOT trust Wuk Lamat, she WILL embarrass you in front of your crush with the cold hard truth

6.55 SPOILERS!!!

#erenville ffxiv #ffxiv #ffxiv spoilers #endwalker spoilers #6.55 spoilers #i like to imagine that when it's JUST erenville and wuk lamat he isn't as cool as he shows himself to be #i bet she brings out his animated side #wuk lamat

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varlimeow · 5 months

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Long time no see 💗

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #ffxiv screenshots #final fantasy xiv #warrior of light #ff14 #ffxivblogging #ffxiv miqo'te #wol x erenville #erenville ffxiv #ffxiv viera #final fantasy xiv endwalker

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scyanako · 4 months

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Erenville 🐸✨

#endwalker #erenville #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #viera #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #endwalker art #endwalker spoilers #erenville ffxiv #ffxiv art #ff14 art #ffxiv endwalker #ffxiv viera #male viera

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dragonastra · 1 year

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I FINALLY FINISHED THIS WIP YA YA YA YA

he was sitting with just the flat colors for MONTHs and i finally sat down and finished it up. i lov him.

#erenville #erenville ffxiv #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #draco draws #endwalker

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galvus · 2 years

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prompt: carve • words: 1,135 • era: childhood • [ masterpost ] cut (a hard material) in order to produce an object, design, or inscription.

On the first Sunday of every month, the matron of the orphanage had a gleaner in for the month’s special requisitions.

And on the first Sunday of every month, a massive hyur man called Theovarr Ragnild visited with the orphanage’s many children with newfound stories to tell about his expeditions away from Sharlayan. In his decades of being a gleaner, he had seen almost every inch of Hydaelyn allowed to him, and during those travels, he discovered more than most of their people ever would — from whole new cuisines to entirely new martial skills, from flowers to fauna to fertile lands that stretched out to the horizon.

His favorite skill to show off to the children was woodcarving.

While Olivier often had better things to do, Annette was always there to listen to Theovarr, along with a handful of other children. He sat on the back porch of the orphanage in his usual gleaner attire while his listeners sprawled out on the lawn, damp with dew and surrounded with a border of apricot trees and bushes of white alyssum. The only difference in his appearance was the rich purple sash he wore around his wrist — the royal color of Ala Mhigo.

“Have any of you been practicing?” Theovarr asked as he rummaged through his backpack. He drew out a set of two horses, a bear, and a man with a saddle in his hands. The last of them was the most intricate of all the figures. His elbows were sharp. The detail on his saddle, complicated. “What was it I said you all should try carving?”

A fish.

Annette remembered the assignment well. The thought of it stung just as much as the memory of the cut she’d carelessly dug into her hand while working on that very thing.

No one wanted to turn in a bloody fish, least of all her, so she thrust the wood block into the trash and tried in vain to forget the incident entirely.

She had no skill to show, and she didn’t want anyone there to see the results of her fumbling.

Three of the other children offered up their fish. One was little more than fish-shaped, while another had long, elegant fins that snapped off when the poor boy dropped it onto the ground in his excitement. The third was the prettiest of them all.

It was not just a generic fish, but clearly an angelfish, right down to its identifying fins. The striated lines that ran down its sides were carved with a light hand and lighter tool, leading to an altogether delicate creation that was proudly presented to the gleaner they all sought to impress.

Theovarr accepted all three with a cheeky grin, though the second was the one he kept in his palm after he’d put the others away neatly in his pack.

“Erenville,” he murmured, his usually rough voice softened around the edges for the sake of the boy barely holding back tears. His expression was just as soft, even with all of the lines dug into his windtorn face. “There’s nothing about this we can’t fix. Come here.”

The viera rubbed a frustrated fist into his eye as he did what the gleaner instructed, joining him on the stairs while he held the busted fish in his hand.

“Delicate things like fins are difficult to keep from snapping.” Theovarr lifted one of the fish’s many elegant fins and rested it against the body of the fish where it’d snapped off. How Erenville managed to carve such a beautiful, tapered thing out of a little block of wood, Annette would never know. All she could give was awe, not understanding. “But looking at how pretty the details are, you can’t help but think the chance of them staying intact would be worth it, right?”

Erenville’s cheeks puffed. He didn’t want to admit what all of the children knew.

All of the children of Sharlayan’s orphanager were willing to go to any lengths to impress the adults around them, to show that they were worthy of aiding, to show that they were just as talented and intelligent as the children with families there to guide and keep them.

Olivier was not there to meet with Theovarr for that very reason, having only recently been taken on by Louisoix Leveilleur as an apprentice within the last fortnight. The week before, when she slipped while working on her fish carving, she’d wept until her head ached while tending to the wound in the quiet of her room, long after everyone else had gone to sleep.

They were all of them desperate for approval.

“I just… it was fine!” the boy protested, his tall ears drooping forward. “I think someone might’ve tripped me!”

Theovarr regarded the other children gathered, each of them caught up in a moment of annoyance and anger at the audacity of him to foist the blame onto someone else, as if any of them didn’t understand what he was going through… and how much Theovarr meant to Erenville in particular. They would never do such a thing to him. They knew where he stood better than anyone else in Sharlayan or beyond.

“No one tripped you,” the gleaner insisted, his tone firm as he laid a hand on Erenville’s shoulder. “Worry not about that, but instead answer my question.”

When Erenville answered him, he did so with a mutter of, “It was… worth it.”

He twisted back around to look at Theovarr, his expression still just as indignant as before. Annette could tell that every sharp feeling that rattled through him was self-imposed. Every bitter murmur or tightly curled fist was aimed at himself for tripping, for breaking his own sculpture.

“But it’s good, right? You think it’s good?”

Theovarr nodded as he picked a small vial up from his pack. Balancing Erenville’s fish on his knee, he unscrewed the vial and removed the top as well as the minuscule brush within. With it, he painted a strip of what Annette surmised was glue over the fish’s back.

The fin was returned to its rightful spot just as easily as it had been broken.

“You’re quite skilled, Erenville,” Theovarr said with a toothy smile. “I will carry these with me when I leave to gather what it is your matron requires for the next month.”

That was their wish.

That was all any of them wanted.

They longed to carve out a place in someone’s heart, to leave something of themselves behind when they left so that they might return in time. Erenville had his beautiful fish. Olivier had his impeccable acumen and intelligence.

All Annette had was a fresh scar on her palm and a quiet manner and a last name that followed behind her like a storm-dark cloud.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv fic #erenville #erenville ffxiv #type: ffxivwrite #oc: annette #oc: olivier #ch: erenville #mine: writing

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kurosivedraws · 3 months

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