#fel's ffxiv

[warlordfelwinter]

stumbling your way to estinien to stop him spending 19k on pepto bismol is perhaps the funniest objective in the entire game

#fel's ffxiv #endwalker lb #and then he spends 9400 gil on a scrunchie

[chasing-kitsune]

The funniest boss in ffxiv is this Fairy from the Aloalo Variant Dungeon who has a gun and uses blue mage spells

#ffxiv #It's a good game #Machinist jumpscares never get old #Shout out to Fel for running this with me and seeing this insane ass boss

[nehku]

I'd trust 'em.

#senka #senko #vulpera #world of warcraft #fel #ffxiv boss text #my art #commission #commissions open

[rowanul-tyr]

put it in quotations

so!!! my friend @lysanderfels wrote something very sweet of their boy lysander and my baby rowan recently over here (read it!!!! lev's writing is so good!!!!) and i had something else bumping around in my brain for rowan as the non-wol for lysander. i ended up with the below!! hope yall like it <3

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He’s not exactly sure of what to do with himself, now that he’s settled.

Which is a very approximate feeling, all things considered. In the quiet moments of his day, Rowan sometimes wonders if he’ll float off the ground and into the glimmering sky above, completely untethered. He feels it most keenly when attempting to sleep, when standing at the Exarch’s shoulder as the Crystarium’s settlement council drones on and on in their regular civics meetings. The notes he takes physically are abysmal, so he is grateful that he can at least remember each word said.

Settled is a relative term, as the out of body moments are frequent. So are the times when his mind drifts back home, to the other Scions who must be overcome with worry. To his friend, whose arrival in Norvrandt is imminent, or so the Exarch claims. Rowan tries not to dwell on it, focusing instead on the duty Captain Lyna has tasked him with.

The Exarch is as highly secretive as Y’shtola had warned, though Rowan certainly has his suspicions about more than a few things that have caught his attention. But instead of giving voice to the questions balanced delicately on his tongue, he simply watches as the Exarch pores over tome after tome, sometimes running to various parts of the city to fetch things for the hooded figure. And sometimes, when the captain asks it of him, Rowan chastises the city’s leader for missing a meal or for not resting.

And while the Exarch is certainly decent company (their idle conversations are enjoyable), Rowan wishes he was doing more than standing in place. He should be busy doing something--anything--else, rather than holding his position as the days go on. He often wishes that one of the other Scions stranded in the First would visit the Crystarium more than they do, but he recognizes that they’re all busy in their corners of the world, and the one he’d consider his closest friend mistrusts the secretive Exarch. And Rowan wouldn’t want to suddenly be so selfish. So his mind wanders and more and more he wonders if this is all just a dream.

It’s a poor one, all things considered.

He’s seen two summers in the First--one as a lowly guard for the Crystarium and then one as the Exarch’s aide--before things stop standing still for the most part.

Rowan had, at the Exarch’s request, been delivering a package to the Ostall Imperative and as he had not been given leave to use one of the Crystarium’s mounts it was a longer trip than usual. So it is late in the day (relatively speaking, of course) when he passes by Captain Lyna’s post to report in, and he chances to hear the tail end of the conversation she’s having with one of the men stationed with her.

“...last of these guests of his, I hope.” Lyna lets out a weary breath, waving away the guard before Rowan reaches her. Her ears twitch as she catches the sound of his footsteps and turns fully to him. “Speak of the sinner--Sergeant Ul’tyr, you’ve returned. The Exarch’s delivery, was it?”

Rowan clenches his fists tightly, saluting her. “Aye, captain. As our lord instructed.”

“Good.” Lyna watches him for a moment, before letting out a breath and closing her eyes. Whenever she gets this sort of look on her face, Rowan can expect her to speak more frankly than usual--she’d worn it when he had been given his special assignment, and the duties it entailed, and even more when she would speak with him about her concerns regarding the strangers who continued to turn up on the Crystarium’s doorstep. So it’s no surprise when Lyna goes on to say, “I assume the gentleman we welcomed to the city is perhaps a friend of yours, much like the others.”

This piques Rowan’s interest, naturally. There was only one person that he was anticipating the arrival of, but there had been no movement on that front--or, at least, he knew another summoning would happen soon, but Rowan hadn’t anticipated it being today.

He tries to hide his interest as he says, “Perhaps, though I may need a description to be sure.”

Lyna crosses her arms, shifting her weight to one hip. “Elven. Long, dark hair, pale skin.”

Rowan feels his heart leap into his throat--Lysander. There was no one else it could be. “But--he was here? Not in the city?”

The captain hums. “He came from the forest beyond, looking somewhat lost, and I stopped him here at the gate. And the Exarch came hurrying along to usher him into the Crystarium.”

“I…I see.” Rowan frowns, trying to puzzle out this information. This seemed to be different from what had happened to himself and the others; Rowan had been mentally logging the Exarch’s progress as the days went on, but he hadn’t realized the Exarch would try again today. Perhaps he wanted to give Lysander privacy if it once again went awry. Or perhaps…perhaps Lysander had made it to the First properly. After a moment of thought, Rowan offers Captain Lyna another salute. “I will take my leave, captain, to return to my post with the Exarch.”

“Please do, sergeant. And please let him know that I wish to have a word with him this evening.”

“Yes, captain.” The words are hardly out of his mouth before Rowan’s turned sharply on his heel and stepped out toward the Crystarium. In moments he’s sprinting harder than he has all day.

The Exarch is returning to the Tower when Rowan reaches the Exedra, a slight spring in his step. He turns as he hears Rowan slowing his gait, breathing heavily when he finally comes to a stop.

“Is it--” Rowan manages between gasps of air.

“It is.” The Exarch holds up a hand, trying to calm the guard a little. “But he’s only just gotten his room--”

Rowan doesn’t let the Exarch finish, instead taking off toward the housing district at a sprint once again and ignoring the Exarch calling after him.

The master of suites at the Pendants--who Rowan had befriended shortly after being given his own quarters there--seems surprised to find the red-haired Miqo’te so assertive in his request, but he gives Rowan the room number without much fuss when Rowan says the newest tenant is a friend. So he finds himself in front of the unassuming door not but a few minutes later.

He knocks on the door, struggling to get his breathing under control when Lysander appears in the doorway.

Lysander tilts his head, leaning forward. After a moment he asks, “Rowan?”

The relief that rushes through Rowan’s body leaves him almost weak in the knees, and he smiles widely for the first time in ages. He straightens, and the only answer he gives is pushing the door wide enough to throw his arms around Lysander’s chest.

“H-Hey--”

“You’re here!” Rowan can’t contain the elation in his tone. Maybe it’s the boredom of his post, maybe it’s how much he feels like he’s been at a standstill, but he can’t help but be thrilled. “Gods, it’s good to see you.”

When Rowan finally releases Lysander, the Elezen is still blinking at him, confusion etched on his brow. After a moment, Lysander says, “Did you…I mean--you look different.”

“Oh!” Rowan nods. “Right--I’d forgotten. I cut my hair, among other things. It’s…”

“The Crystal Exarch said it had been two summers for you here…”

“Yes, it has been. And I wasn't liking the braid once I got settled.” Rowan lets out a breath, lips curving into a lop-sided smile. “I'm happy that you're here, though. Properly here.”

Something crosses Lysander’s face--a mix of unpleasant emotions flickering across his features as fast as quicksilver--and he averts his gaze. “Right…”

Rowan hesitates for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of the strange mood Lysander is in. He shifts nervously on his feet, rubbing the back of his head. “I--I’m sorry. I barged right in when I heard you were here, and right when you’re still adjusting.”

“It’s alright.” Lysander tilts his head, expression turning both thoughtful and just the slightest bit morose. “...Just. You were called only a few weeks ago, for me. So I have to get used to the idea that it’s been two years for you--along with everything else I’ve found out today.”

Rowan blinks, brows drawing together on his forehead. He’d almost forgotten the difference in the flow of time between Eorzea and Norvrandt, even though he had been present many times when the Exarch used the crystal pane in the Ocular to see current events in the Source. It was so distant now, and hard to reconcile.

It hadn’t occurred to him that it might be the same in the reverse, not really. And he knew quite well how Lysander was under stress like this.

Rowan opens and closes his mouth once or twice, struggling to find something to say. It was like something had suddenly built itself between he and Lysander--or maybe it was there all along, and Rowan had just been too blind to notice it.

And suddenly he remembers the way things had been when Rowan had been called, and he sees he was much more eager than he probably needed to be.

His ears twitch, laying a little bit flat against his head. He nods. “Still, I apologize. I…I should let you get some rest.” Rowan backs toward the door, looking up to meet Lysander’s gaze. “My room is below yours a floor, and towards the far side of the building. The manager can tell you the number--if you feel the need to drop by.”

“Alright.” Lysander does grace him with a gentle smile, something softening in his gaze. “It is good to see you, old friend.”

Rowan feels the smile coming back to his face, and he nods. “Sleep well.” He says, slipping out of the door and back down the hallway to the Crystarium proper.

A few minutes later, Rowan returns to the Ocular to find the Exarch facing his crystal pane and surveying the landscape of Amh Araeng. He turns when Rowan enters, nodding as Rowan salutes him.

“I’m sure he was quite happy to see you.” The Exarch says, smile soft. “Given how you have described your friendship with him, I’m certain Lysander was relieved to see you hale and hearty.”

Rowan nods, trying to hide the heavy feeling in his chest. “Aye, I think it put him at ease, at least a little. As for your package to the Imperative--”

“Captain Lyna informed me it was delivered. Thank you, sergeant.”

Rowan nods, trying not to let his mind wander as the Exarch launches into talking through the next stages of what would save Norvrandt, now that Hydaelyn’s Champion was in the First.

He knew how much Lysander hated being the Warrior of Light. Maybe hate is a strong word for it, but Rowan could tell that certain kinds of stress were not things Lysander liked being burdened with on a regular basis. And Rowan--perhaps to his own detriment--had done what he could to help shoulder the burden. He wasn’t chosen by Hydaelyn, but he wanted to make enough of a difference anyway.

He did his best to not burden people with things--after all, how could Rowan be someone Lysander could count on to be a reminder of more peaceful days if all Rowan did was bring up yet more stressors? Lay his own burdens on someone who had enough to deal with as it was? Lysander had Aymeric (and perhaps a certain Doman lord, if Rowan remembered it correctly) so it was not as though Rowan was the sole friend who could be an escape from being Hydaelyn’s chosen. But Rowan had certainly been there the longest, and had not needed to let anyone in, really. At least not that people knew, except for Estinien (and even then that had not been intentional). And the Exarch seemed to be prying more lately, but Rowan wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Lysander seemed to appreciate everything Rowan did, at least after the bloody banquet in Ul’Dah. Before then, Rowan wasn’t sure how much Lysander could recall of any given event. Rowan hadn’t ever minded, content to follow almost like a shadow. He was never one for the limelight anyway.

He watches, standing beside Captain Lyna, as Lysander parts the Light above them in Holminster Switch. And he does what he’s always done best when citizens of the Crystarium ask if he saw the Warrior of Darkness’s face when night was returned--he deflects. Keeps the attention on something else. And feels the weight of so many gazes on his back.

As he stands at the Exarch’s shoulder the morning that Lysander and the twins agree to rescue Minfilia, he thinks back to the startled reaction his own arrival in the First had caused--the confused and concerned way the Exarch had welcomed him. And he thinks over Lysander’s off hand comment about the time separated being so vastly different. And Rowan doesn’t think he can say it.

He throws himself into the preparations that Captain Lyna has him assist with, trying to push everything to the back recesses of his mind the way he usually did. And at the very least, chasing after Thancred and the others on the path to Il Mheg serves as a break from the spiral his mind was going down.

Rowan isn’t used to traveling clothes now, and a part of him misses the uniform he’s gotten so used to wearing. But the Exarch apparently chose well, as everything fits him like a glove.

The group pauses in Lydha Lran for the night before striking out for Urianger’s residence. And while he certainly feels the need for sleep weighing down his body, Rowan’s mind is racing. So he slips from the dark room he is sharing with Thancred and Lysander, gracefully jumps from ledge to ledge until he is at the tip of the roof of the village’s main building. He sits with a whump, staring out over the flowered hills with eyes squinting against the Light above.

This is where Lysander finds him in the wee morning hours. Rowan hadn’t seen him leave the building or round the corner to reach the roof, and his ears only twitch when he hears the footsteps behind him. He shifts, making room for Lysander to join him.

“...I’m glad to have you with me here.” Lysander says eventually. “I was wondering if you would be forever stuck to the Exarch’s side.”

Rowan huffs a tiny laugh. “I know it seems unlikely given how little I’ve been able to get away, but the intention was for me to be there only until you arrived. Or, at least that was the Exarch’s plan.”

Lysander’s mouth twitches with the ghost of a frown. “He certainly likes to plan things out.”

“He does.” Rowan finally glances over, briefly. “...He means well, I will say in his defense. Even when he’s infuriatingly secretive.”

Lysander lets out a breath. “You say that, but still…”

Rowan can’t help the snort that’s pulled from his throat. “You and Y’shtola are really cut from similar cloth.” He mumbles, grateful when Lysander either doesn’t hear or decides not to comment.

They fall into another bout of silence, which for once Rowan doesn’t want to break. He’s gotten even more quiet here in the First, he’s realized, prone to holding his tongue even on things he used to speak up about.

“...Has it been okay?” Lysander asks. When Rowan turns and gives him a confused frown, he adds, “Your post, I mean. Are you just…standing there with the Exarch all day?”

“...Mostly.” Rowan lets out a breath. “You know--” And he stops himself, not sure the train of thought was something he should really say. It edged too closely to something Rowan was forever reluctant to voice.

“Know what?”

“...Nevermind.”

Lysander makes a displeased noise, and when Rowan turns he finds the Elezen pursing his lips and giving him a sour look.

Rowan’s eye dart briefly away, almost nervous. “...What?”

Lysander mulls over his thoughts for a long moment, mouth opening and staying ajar before hesitantly saying, “Rowan…you can tell me what’s on your mind. If you want.”

Rowan’s brows draw together instantly. “Huh?”

“You always were asking if I was alright, what was on my mind, before--before you were called.” Lysander shifts, tilting his head. “And when you were standing with the Exarch those meetings where we discussed saving the First…you looked like your mind was a million miles away.”

Rowan swallows, turning away. As much confirmation as anything of the statement.

“...Are you okay?”

That draws out a slightly derisive laugh from Rowan’s throat. More harsh than Rowan would want it to be, really, and he’s pretty sure Lysander must be taken aback by the sound.

“Given that the other Scions and I are practically nothing more than rather well solidified shades, that’s a relative term.” Rowan wets his lips, knowing he sounded much more angry than he meant to be. “...And we have other things to worry about.”

“Rowan.”

“It’s true--we’ve a Calamity to avert, the state of our souls doesn’t matter as much as that right now.” Rowan lets out a tiny breath. “The rest can be--I don’t know, kicked down the road for the moment.”

Lysander clicks his tongue, and looks more irritated when Rowan turns to him. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Rowan frowns, sighing through his nose.

“We didn’t talk as much after Alphinaud went off to Garlemald--and even then, I hardly saw you during the peace talks in Doma.” Lysander’s expression softens a little. “With you and the others gone…I’ve been worried. And--thinking a lot myself. You really do a lot for me, and I hardly know much more than the others about you in particular. …You can tell me if something’s on your mind, you know. Or if something’s happened.”

Rowan studies his friend’s face for a long moment, expression falling a tiny bit. After a pause, he says at last, “...You don’t need to worry about my troubles in addition to your own. I’ll be fine.”

“But where’s the fairness in you taking on so much of my burdens if you aren’t open with me?” Lysander pushes. “I’m not so delicate that I can’t handle things on my own, I don’t need to be coddled.”

“I know--”

“And yet you refuse to leave me be. You are quite the mother hen, you know.” Lysander smirks as Rowan’s ears go back and his tail swipes back and forth in irritation.

Another silence passes between them as Rowan wrestles with himself. With the thoughts he tries so hard to keep from the forefront of his mind.

“...It’s hard for me.” Rowan says quietly. “You…are the first person in a very long time who I could count on never vanishing. So I don’t know how to, I think. Talk about it.”

Lysander doesn’t answer for a moment, before at last replying, “Well…know that I’m here when you’re ready, I suppose.”

Rowan finds a hesitant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and he nods. He doesn’t exactly feel that ready for it, but…

“I’ll try.”

[ Several weeks down the line, they’re taking a small break in the middle of the day in the shade of a tree in Rak’tika.

Rowan has said a little more about his state of mind--how he felt bearing a surname that pointed to him being the Warrior of Darkness in the fae tongue, how the Exarch hadn’t known who he was when Rowan was called--and he feels a little better about being open.

He lets out a breath during a lull in their conversation, and says without thinking, “I slept with Estinien.”

Lysander makes an unflattering noise, and when Rowan looks over in concern, there’s water dribbling from his mouth and nose. After a moment to regain his composure, Lysander sucks in a breath and whispers, “Please don’t say such jokes while I’m drinking again, please.”

“...But it’s not a joke?”

Lysander stares at him.

“When I was helping Tataru in Kugane during the peace talks, he passed through town. And, well.” Rowan shrugs, feeling his cheeks color. “Things happened.”

“...Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Lysander frowns. “But Estinien--”

Rowan feels his face burning. “I know, but it’s hard to explain why, alright?!”

“...I had no idea he was even in Kugane.”

“You were too busy mooning over a certain Doman lord.”

Lysander shoves at Rowan’s shoulder, blushing furiously and trying to hide a smile. Rowan only throws his head back and laughs. ]

[ The two keep pace as they walk from the step leading up to the Crystal Tower to the Crystarium’s marketplace in silence.

Eventually, Lysander leans over a little and says in a hushed tone, “So, you and the Exarch--”

Rowan’s face is apple red in an instant. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

“I’m just curious!”

“I understand, but it’s really nothing serious--”

“I’ve seen him staring at you like he’s forgotten that he doesn’t wear his hood anymore lately, I was half wondering if you two were already together.”

“Together?!”

“Well, I mean, he’s been staring. And with your post as his aide and personal guard, and how you treated him after we found him in the Tempest--”

Rowan makes a frustrated noise, certain he might as well just melt into the ground now. “D-Don’t you have your own relationship issues to worry about?”

“Now thankfully resolved, but that’s not what’s important anyway! You’ve been making fun for ages about what’s happening with me, and here you are--”

“By the Twelve shut up before someone hears you--!” ]

#yeeeeeeeeee #rowan #rowan fic #lysander fels #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv

[radiantnatura]

✨well come and well met, my brave little spark ... ✨

#⋄ ⊰ ooc. › deax rambles. ❜ #i've had a rough day so ofc i have listened to ffxiv soundtrack #i am on now & writing here & on fel <3

[cappurrccino]

What does Lemon think of my (and Ayane's) beloved wife, Y'shtola? And also Hildibrand I'm curious

y'shtola's in that same category as yugiri of like "i don't fully know what this woman's about and i'm pretty sure she could kick my ass to the moon if she wanted" where they get along pretty well but lemon doesn't fully know where she draws the line on shenanigans or what she'll do if she doesn't like something. y'shtola is als Much More Scholarly than poor lemon and she often simply has no idea what she's talking about, but lemon trusts that whatever big-worded plan y'shtola is cooking up at any given moment will result in her being aimed at something she can maim

as for hildibrand, lemon isn't entirely sure that man's not just a recurring fever dream. she thoroughly enjoys whatever is going on when he's around but it's always so incomprehensible she's about 50/50 on if it's real or if she's laying in the desert somewhere with a concussion

#//juri answers #juri's ffxiv #oc: lemon #we need to get you and fel thru that second hildi trial so you can see the third chunk of quest #so ayane and fiver can also feel the ''what the FUCK is going on'' mood

[voidsentprinces]

In WoW, one of my favorite things was Tirisfal Glades just cause it was atmospheric horror and *chef kiss* and it even kept this horror up through the original Silverpine Forest. But once you hit Hillsbrad that kind of tapered off and the Western and Eastern Plaguelands just didn't hit the same...something about it being orange probably. It wouldn't hit this kind of atmospheric horror again until BFA with Drustvar. At least at its beginning.

With that in mind, I wanted FFXIV to have a creepy place that was kind of locked off to the rest of the story too like that. But sadly after Haukke Manor we don't really get something that creeping again without it being overt like Void Ark or Troia Fel Court.

So Voidsent AU, I just decided the area around Haukke Manor is going to be a no go zone. The place is going to be completely fogged over from the Manor up until White Wolf Gate and the bridge up from Bentbranch Meadows and the Guardian Tree. Just an area closed off that Gridania quickly learned never to send anyone into. Cause their patrols never come out of the fog ever again.

[ooc-miqojak]

Picrew here!

I was tagged on an FFXIV blog to do this, and wanted to make one for Lily, too! Lots of green for fel, and flowers because of her name... and it's beachy because she loves the ocean! And it's a little messy because... the best things (and people) are!

Do it if you want! Tag me back so I can see!

#lily things #wow rp #wow oc #blood elf #character themed cupcake #(her favorite to eat is red velvet)

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 10 - Visit (Free Day)

It was a sunny day in Ishgard, which meant it was even colder than usual. Stalwart shivered through her thick fur coat, a custom order from Tataru’s botique that nonetheless failed to account for Ishgard’s icy chill. She thanked her lucky stars that Fortemps manor was close to an aetheryte. A warm fireplace and a steaming mug of hot chocolate were waiting for her. Hopefully.

The knights standing guard knew of her impending arrival and gave her a crisp salute. She nodded gratefully to them, pushing the heavy oaken doors open and stepping from binding cold to merry heat. Stalwart, still shivering, quickly shut the door behind her and divested herself of her coat. A waiting servant took it without a word, silent as a ghost. Then they were gone and Stalwart was alone in the foyer. The staff and occupants knew that she knew the way well enough. She was thankful for the moment of quiet.

Stalwart made her way through the mostly empty halls, nodding to the occasional servant as she passed. It was strange to hear the place so empty, particularly when she had much louder memories of it back before the end of the war. Before the end of him. Normally Stalwart would try to push such thoughts down, away and out of mind. But it wouldn’t be right, not today. Instead Stalwart let the thoughts stay, embracing the melancholy as if embracing an old friend. Then she was at her destination and knocking on the door.

“Enter,” came the voice from beyond. Still strong and commanding despite the advancing age of the man it belonged to. Stalwart did as she was bade and was greeted by Edmont de Fortemps, former head of the house. His face crinkled into a welcoming smile as he rose from his seat, two steaming cups held in his hands. “Good of you to join me, my dear,” he said, his voice as warm as the mugs of hot liquid looked. “Come to keep an old man company on this cold day, have you?”

Stalwart chuckled, taking a mug from his hand as she crossed the distance between them. “I thought it might be warranted,” she replied with a smile of her own. The pair settled into the sofa, taking a few moments to enjoy their drinks. Hot, sweet and invigorating. Not quite hot chocolate, but the signature Ishgardian tea did the trick all the same. Stalwart took a good, long drink, then set the mug down on the table before them. “Thank you for inviting me,” she said. “I appreciate you thinking of me.”

Edmont waved her off. “How could I not? You were all he could speak of, once he met you.” His eyes shone with happier memories. “You made him the happiest man I have ever known, you know.” Stalwart blushed, suddenly reminded of her own time with the man.

“I loved him. I’m glad he loved me too.”

“As if that was ever in doubt. He would have fought all of Ishgard for your hand, my dear girl. Including me, had I disapproved.” Edmont fell silent, his attention suddenly fixed on the cup in front of him. “I was not worthy of being his father. He deserved someone brave enough to shoulder the circumstances of his birth and accept him anyway. Someone who would have shielded him from those that would hurt him.”

Stalwart put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “He loved you too, Edmont. Whatever else he might have felt about his childhood, he wouldn’t have traded you for the world.”

Edmont sniffed, rubbing his eyes with a hand. “I know,” he managed through choked breath. “And I curse every day that I had not made him more aware of how loved he truly was.”

Stalwart blinked a few tears from her eyes. “Arashi used to call him ‘the only decent man in Ishgard’, you know. High praise from her, back when she first started adventuring. He truly was one of a kind.”

“That he was,” Edmont managed before the dam broke and the tears came in earnest. Stalwart wrapped her arms around him, pulling the man close as her own tears fell. Three years had passed since Haurchefant Greystone met his end at the hands of the traitorous Heavensward, but the pair felt the wound as freshly as if it had been but days ago. But it was good to come together and remember the man he was. To honour his memory and embrace his passing properly.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #stalwart mountain #edmont de fortemps #stalwart gets the spotlight this time #so of course i have to make her feel terrible awful pain #as one does when they have a free day #sorry i'm getting word from my assistant #apparently people do not in fact do that at every given opportunity #well damn there goes that excuse

[whiskey-trio]

fel tells me....... ur thinking of getting into ffxiv........... i can give u 209485092 reasons why you definitely should start playing it SLKJGHFKSJLD

HIIIII I actually keep making new characters and playing for a bit but I never get very far 😭😭 I would love to hear what you love about it so I can be more motivated to play more tho 🥹💞💞💞

#Jamie 🍑 #💌

[linzer-art]

"remélem soha többé nem találkozunk, kurva idegesít= vagy" szia mókuska! igazából tegnap óta ötletem sincs mit ártottam, hogy valaki ennyire gonosz üzenettel fejezze be a dungeont :(

not gonna lie lowkey feels like stalking és a "remélem soha többé nem találkozunk” nem jött át, de szívesen kifejtem barátnőmmel mindketten új jobot kipróbálva csináltunk levelinget, amikor rájövünk, hogy magyar vagy, mert vicces üzenetemre, miszerint "megpróbálom őt életben tartani de nem ígérek semmit" a válaszod "pedig az jó lenne". Akkor ezt még viccnek fogtuk fel, de 0 reakciód volt arra, mikor izgatottan reagáltunk arra, hogy találtunk még egy magyar játékost. Utána ahelyett, hogy elmondod, hogy ez a mechanik átugorható, hagysz minket szenvedni vele, majd beírod hogy "komolyan? ezt nem kell megcsinálni". Így első kommented sem tűnik vicceskedőnek többé. Más, kedves, megértő játékosokhoz képest az első magyar akibe belefutottunk 1. szűkszavú volt 2. nem magyarázott el semmit 3. de lekezelő volt ha nem tudtunk valamit

összehasonlításként másik tegnapi leveling dungeonjainkban random dance partyk történtek

nincs baj azzal, ha valamin hamar túl akarsz jutni, de megelőzően tanácsot adni mindenkinek kellemesebb élmény, mint utólag kb leszidni minket, mert nem emlékszünk egy dungeonra amit nem csináltunk hónapok óta.

Biztos vagyok benne, hogy vannak emberek, vagy contextus, amiben elviselhető vagy, de nekünk, akik FFXIV játékosokhoz vannak szokva, minimum passzív agresszívnek, maximum lekezelő és bunkónak jöttél le ebből a limitált találkozásból, instead of bonding over idk, pálinka meg hogy nice a DRK buff. ha online kommunikációban tónus átadása a gond, ajánlom hangulatjelek használatát. hope this helps

#friendly advide: tracking down a woman from a game to explain herself over a throwaway comment does not help your case #esp when they said they do not wish to meet you again lol #no harag just. could freak other ppl out #behaviour like that

[warlordfelwinter]

fiver after like 6 npcs tell him he needs the forum's permission to go to an island

#i know the forum just readily agreed to let us do whatever we wanted #but its so funny to me that everyone was like 'noooo we need the students to help us bargain bc the scions arent a political entity anymore #like just let fiver walk in there and ask #who is going to say no to him #or better yet let fiver just go do it #and when the forum is like 'hey did you go to our forbidden island and steal a bunch of aether??' #he'll be like 'i needed it to shoot at the moon' and what are they going to say? no? he killed the concept of nihilism #you can't tell him no #fel's ffxiv #oc: fiver #doodles

[sweet-berryman]

we all radiate powerful gay energies

#ffxiv #ff14 #me #friends #photo dump of old screenies i fel tlike uploading but only got around to it now

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2021 #18: Devil’s Advocate

Looking rumpled and scorched, X’rhun and Heustienne returned to the dragoon’s small house--rebuilt from the ruins within the safety of Anyx Trine--where the others waited.

“Went that well, did it?” Estinien asked.

X’rhun shook his head. “We tried to parlay with her heretics, but they’re all true believers in Avengret’s viewpoint, or they’re too frightened of her to accept a reasonable out. And I cannot blame them; she is far beyond reason.”

“Did you get the chance to see her?” Alberic asked.

“Yes,” Heustienne said. “And she is not happy. She wants Aeryn, as a ‘traitorous child’ who must be punished for what she did. Though I have the disturbing sense she doesn’t mean to kill you.” Heustienne looked at Aeryn.

She was leaning against a stone wall, listening, keeping herself neutral. Aeryn had appeared back in Dravanian but a few days ago as the others had scouted out the various locations Avengret’s followers cropped up; harrying supply caravans, tribe outposts, and even attacking a Temple Knight patrol.

So far, however, Aeryn had remained around Anyx Trine; Avengret and her followers avoided the old city and Vidofnir’s wrath. Aeryn only did so because the others had asked her to remain near at hand, and so she had kept busy by helping the dragons and nearby Vath with smaller local chores while waiting for word.

“Whatever she wants me for, she won’t get,” Aeryn said. “But maybe if I let myself get captured I can try to talk to her—”

“Absolutely not,” Alberic said quickly. “And not just because we don’t know what she wants; the Telopheroi are still a problem, and this venture can’t risk tying you up whenever they make their move.”

Aeryn frowned. “Well we’re not getting anywhere and because of the Telopheroi, the Knights and other Scions aren’t able to lend much aid in the issue, meaning we’re stuck.”

“Actually, Aeryn’s idea has merit,” X’rhun said slowly. “Because it may be that we’ll need her Blessing.”

“What do you mean?” Estinien asked.

Heustienne reached into her pack and pulled out a small bag. “I swiped this as we were…strongly encouraged to leave,” she said, letting it fall open on her table. It was full of fire crystals. “I didn’t think about it before, but the heretics’ targets—”

Aeryn swore in Thavnairian, running her hand down her face.

“Who could they possibly want to summon?” Alberic wondered. “Are they in league with the Telopheroi? Surely they don’t want to try to bring back Saint Shiva?”

“They damned well better not,” Estinien growled. “Besides, Iceheart’s surviving Harriers have returned to Ishard; I’ve not heard of any still considered enemies.”

“I think Avengret has a singular idea on who she wants to summon, inspired by your Ascian enemies,” X’rhun said, tail lashing again. “She still wants revenge for her mother’s death, and there’s a singular avatar of vengeance she could conjure…”

Aeryn swore again. “Twice was more than enough,” she said, looking at Estinien.

“I can still feel the thrashing from that second time,” he joked dryly. “Still, I dislike the idea of sending Aeryn in there alone against Avengret and whatever monstrosity she summons. A primal isn’t a problem--it’s Avengret’s Song.”

X’rhun smiled. “Which is why she won’t be alone. See, I don’t think Avengret knows the correct rituals for summoning--and part of her plan for Aeryn is to force her to give up what secrets she knows, through the fel power of her Song.”

“But you fight primals, you don’t summon them,” Heustienne said, confused.

Aeryn winced a bit. “I do know the fundamentals, and have had cause to draw aether into deiform entities on the First, as part of a plan to release it back into the land to revitalize what was lost in the Flood of Light.” She rubbed the back of her neck and shrugged.

“If I understood that correctly, in theory, Avengret’s plan could work,” Alberic said. “So no, we don’t send Aeryn.”

She glowered at him, but he only crossed his arms and returned the look evenly.

“I think we should,” X’rhun said. “We give Avengret exactly what she wants--and use the opportunity to our own advantage.”

“You want to use the Warrior of Light as bait?” Heustienne said, incredulous.

X’rhun nodded. “Let’s be honest, it wouldn’t be the first time, would it, Aeryn?” As she shook her head, he nodded his own. “We let Avengret get distracted, and then let you dragoons do what you do so unfortunately well. Though I’ll need at least one of you with me, to help with the heretics.”

“Could work,” Estinien rubbed his chin as he thought about it. “If Avengret’s half as arrogant as you’ve described, she’ll be pontificating to her flock of followers the whole time.”

“She would at that,” Heustienne said. “She’s got the charisma of a state speaker, but the devious viciousness of an Inquisitor--and will lecture just as readily.”

“You cannot honestly be considering this,” Alberic said, watching as X’rhun’s argument began to sway the others. “The danger—”

“Is going to find me either way,” Aeryn said. “I came to help and put a close to this terrible chapter. But I can’t fight Avengret directly, if she won’t be persuaded. I’ll still try--I doubt in her fervent dedication to Nidhogg, she wishes to be skewered with a lance named for him and imbued with his remnant aether. But it may come to that, if she has me locked down.”

“And what if she does use her Song to gain control over you?” Alberic asked. “What if she turns you against us?”

The room got very quiet at that thought.

Aeryn reached into a pocket for a moment, taking a breath as she seemed to find some measure of reassurance. When she looked at Alberic again, her eyes were like Coerthan steel. “She won’t.”

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[adanceineorzea]

Tagged: Getting To Know You OOC

NAME: Anglicised version of Guinevere. If you're an 80's kid you had at least 10 of us in every class.

NICKNAME: My main blog @wolftabard is the name I use in most online spaces but I generally abbreviate it to Wolf. I think that's the closest I have to an online nickname these days.

FACECLAIM: Do you mean my face? If you mean for my characters / muses then I don't really do faceclaims.

PRONOUNS: She/her or They/them are both fine! <3

HEIGHT: 5′10"

BIRTHDAY: I'm a January Aquarius

AESTHETIC: Flannel shirts, overalls, baggy shorts, tshirts I got from work, polo shirts, work boots. I want a tattoo very badly and I've been debating re-piercing and working on upping the gauge in my ears? HOT MESS FARM BUTCH, basically.

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Ocean by Devon Baldwin

FAVORITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: In FFXIV it's a tie between Cera and Lir. I've done a bunch of writing for both of them but I haven't posted much for Cera. I need to edit her stuff and clean it up, but why do that when I could just RP more, ugh.

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WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE:

Cerathil: Cera started out as a Night Elf in WoW, and I was still really pumped for her when I hopped over to FFXIV. I struggled mightily with adjusting her character for the game partially because I didn't know much about the FFXIV lore, but mostly because in WoW she had a lot of very WoW specific problems (demon hunter wife, anti-magic nelf stigma, fel addiction fears) so I ended up developing Lir and coming back to her later. She's almost a completely different person from WoW Cera, but this is mainly due to timeline differences. FFXIV Cera got out of the military and embraced her true passions while WoW Cera was stuck in a job she hated fighting a war she never wanted to be part of. Consequently FFXIV Cera is a lot happier, more fulfilled person. This makes her solidly outside of the type of character I usually play so I'm struggling a little with staying connected to her current story.

Dove: I really wanted to play a monk. I mained monk in WoW for years and Dove is partially inspired by an old Tauren monk of mine, although she's much more scholarly than Maha was. I haven't gotten hugely into her yet as I'm still developing her but I'm very excited to have a big buff bruiser lady again! Also I adore Roe ladies so it was high time I settled on one for myself.

Lirene: I wanted to make a criminal character to play with some friends that do crime shenanigans (/wave) but I also wanted someone that didn't have crime as her ultimate goal. Enter Lir. Who is inspired by any character with noble ideals and practical executions. She ended up being waaaaaaaay softer than I expected but that could be because her main plot line so far has revolved around meeting her wife, albeit through the manipulations of the cartel they're both involuntarily working for. I don't think she's worked out terribly well for crime shenanigans at least in part because she's so terribly protective and ended up liking playing by the rules too much. Oh well. I still love her tho!

Tristan: Machinist is fun, pewpew. I need to work on developing her more.

Hfyrn: I honestly just wanted a botanist before I realized I'd also have to level her adventuring class, but I love her aesthetic so she's staying even if I don't play her much. Enjoy the flowers and fluffy soft posts she brings this blog.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE:

Just gonna answer this for Cera and Lir since they're my main gals at the moment!

Cera: I really like how versatile Cera is in roleplay situations. Because of her job as an entertainer and something of a spy she's always looking to either blend in and observe, or else command and direct attention to where it best serves her needs. She can be manipulative and deceptive, but she's almost never intentionally cruel about it.

I also adore the delightful relationship between her and her wife, Mhaelou Dhemoenwyn, because theyre' such glaring opposites. Lou is a huge, raucous, beast of a pirate woman that loves fighting, chaos and mayhem, but is generally against outright killing people. Cera is refined, elegant, thoughtful, and while she's a day-to-day pacifist she's also perfectly willing to kill if doing so will keep her family safe. Neither of them want to change anything about the other, and they adore one another in a way that's stupidly cute and soft.

Lir: Oh, Lir. I love Lir because she is good hearted, and strong, and capable in interesting ways that she doesn't fully realize. She thinks of herself as a lost cause. Someone that's not really worthy of the things she's gotten in life so far. She thinks she's defined by her failures and all the ways she's sacrificed her ideals on the alter of survival and practicality. She's just so fucking stupid about herself and can't see what makes others love her.

Lir is also a character that wants things and is afraid to reach for them, but has recently been given a big helping of motivation in the form of her amazing wife. (There is a trend here.) Shay doesn't seem to have any problem with reaching for the stars and Lir is gonna be damned if she's gonna let her wife down.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING:

Talking with my wife and friends about roleplay stuff! I'm certainly inspired by other things, movies, games, mythology, art, etc. But talking through potential plot ideas or bouncing things around with my friends is just... *chef kiss* The. Best.

Some of my favorite plot things we've done have evolved out of "OMG wouldn't it be funny if" conversations with my wife in particular. Then we have our characters end up in hilarious/ridiculous situations and they make us cry because they're so sweet and stupid and lovable.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS:

I like juicy character development stuff. Just yeet my characters into a situation where they have to poke outside their comfort zone, or else confront head-on something they've been struggling with. Doesn't matter what the setting is. It could be an action packed situation where they have to confront their unsustainable relationship with violence, or it could be a quiet moment of introspection that leads them to a big revelation later on. I want my characters to be like plants - they always need to be growing!

Tagged by: @luck-and-larceny Thank you again, this was another great ind interesting ask!

Tagging: My wife who needs to check her tumblr.

#cera asks #lir asks #fern asks #tris asks #cera posts #lir posts #author asks

[seilune]

Seilune’s Body Aesthetic

Bold what applies. Italicize what sometimes applies.

[ BODY ] Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Soft Thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight. Big ears. Slim Ears

[ HEIGHT ] Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. (147.32 cm) 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m

[ SKIN ] Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks

[ EYES ] Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Amber. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ] Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White (Silver). Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Green. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ] Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Two tattoos. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ] Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up. Never wears make up. Wears awesome masks!

[ SCENT ] Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals. Wood.

[ CLOTHES ]Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Bikini. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor. Magnificent hats. Dumb Hats.

[ SHOES ] Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots. Steel-Toed Boots.

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#dash games #muse info #seilune #seilune astrande