#ffxiv-yves

[potionbottles]

Yves is enjoying her time in her own world… more to come! I am absolutely enjoying the horrors that is Shadowbringers so far 🌱

I have taken so many cutscene screenshots, stay tuned! Every post will give a warning when necessary, or I will tag which DLC it is from!

#ffxiv-yves #ffxiv #shadowbringers #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy series #miqote #miqo'te #miqo girl #potionbottles

[sealrock]

the major arcana, shuffled: 8/??

DEATH; ⤉ spiritual transformation, endings, transition, sudden or unexpected upheaval ⤈ fear of change, repeating negative patterns, stagnancy, decay

#mypost. #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv oc #ffxiv:tma #nothing horrifically jumpscarish this time!! #this is a low effort one and you can tell it is but. paris' voidsent screwtape who was once called yves #if any of you remember who yves was you deserve financial compensation #long story short was that he was a sickly prince from a kingdom on the 13th and got turned into a voidsent during the flood of darkness #fast forward 10k years or so and he dropped his soul stone into the source and paris picked it up. and the end :) #so yea he underwent a lore refresh now that he's an npc. he's attached to paris up until endwalker. i imagine he finally dies :') #q.

[montaigness]

#yves and seth cannot be in the same room together the last time that happened seth walked out of there missing an arm #they have a lot of beef but for good reason i guess on both sides #i will say also yves is never one to start shit but w seth specifically he is hateful its his one pass #i will also say seth does not make it easy to not be an ass back to him bc hes usually an asshole first... except for this case i guess #seth vc: at least i use mine on the regular dickhead #oc #ffxiv oc #im still tagging them as ffxiv ocs idfk why bc theyre literally not LMFAOOOOO

[heyneon]

one of these days i will be brave enough to post sloppy urives make outs but today is not that day

#wolrianger #ehe.... #ffxiv #yves prospero #senselessscrawlings

[ganymead]

my little group cleared another aloalo tonight AAAAAAA so exciting!!! savage next 👀👀

#my lil guy is 2nd from the left! #strawbebbie yves #that's me!! #ffxiv #wish playstation screenshots werent absolute ass quality lmfao

[moonage-alien]

Hot girl summer 🌴

#ffxiv #gpose #elezen #I've never shared pictures of her before but this is my girl Yves whom I love very much <3 #she's the only alt I actually play with semi consistently... she's close to finishing hw and deserves a lil respite at the beach

[humblemooncat]

♓:  my muse’s biggest secret :)

Ki'to's a pretty open book for the most part, so he doesn't have many deep, dark secrets that his friends at least don't know about.

I think Fray/Esteem was the biggest one, but that cat's out of the bag now so-

A more lighthearted(?) one that I can think of due to him wanting to stay anonymous, however, is that after the conclusion of the Dragonsong War, he's been anonymously donating gil to every orphanage in Ishgard that he knows of.

He'll check in with Aymeric every so often to see how it's received and what their plans are, as well as how the kids are doing.

In all honesty, he's also helping out his future child(ren) in the process, provided Aymeric and G'raha are up for parenthood later on. As Ishgard is where he planned to adopt from.

I know this seems like a cheap reply, but it's got its reasons. Bear with me.

Not only does Ki'to see it as a way to help those in need, especially children, of which he is so fond, or to spread love as one devoted to Menphina; As a young boy growing up in the wilds of Coerthas, he ran into a young orphan about his age. Having grown up in a rather large family, it was baffling to know that there are those without that familial bond.

The young man, Yves, shared with the young kit his story. One he listened to very attentively. The tale of a waylaid caravan bound for Ishgard, and two brave souls taken by dragons as they protected their son. The boy fled for days to the only place he knew was safe, shadow hiding his movements from draconic eyes as he ran through the wilds of Dravania and Coerthas, and there he met with a very curious cat.

Ki'to brought him to their camp, relaying his story to the hunters, and made sure he was fed, rested, and brought safely to Ishgard. That was the last he saw of the boy (Or so he thought, as he happened to be one of the helmed Dragoons who fought alongside him), but to this day he never forgot just how many Yves' there were among those who survived the war. And so he gives what he can that they might know some comfort in this unforgiving world.

#Ki'to #Answerin' asks #Hello friend! #Just got out of game so excuse the late reply! #Had to put a read more 'cause long reply is long #But it's a story I hadn't had the opportunity to share yet since it's a short and not super character-specific one #I'll have to get a screenshot of Yves as I made him as an alt #One of these days #Thank you for the ask! #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv

[xsummoner-kuro]

Get To Know Tag

tagged by my super cool friend and FFXIV FC mate, @evilpenguinrika!

Last Song: Galaxy Supernova - SNSD

Favourite Colour: midnight blue, black, all shades of purple, and pastel pink 💙🖤💜🩷

Currently Watching: kiki's delivery service!

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: both sweet and spicy! i love both of those flavours combined (e.g tteokbokki) it's so delicious

Relationship Status: single ^^

Current Obsession: FFXIV + XV and Pokemon! (mostly XY)

Last Thing You Googled: LOONA Yves short hair (i love her hair in Why Not and I'm thinking of getting my hair like that xD)

Tagging: can't think of anyone T-T

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

bc lestat @macarensesangles asked, here are all the dæmon headcanons i have for the ffxiv characters :)

Thancred - flying squirrel named Torthred. the nutkin that follows him around. Squirrels in medeival times represented industriousness, but also biting off more than you can chew. Thancred is also a spy, and a small, surreptitious dæmon capable of gliding is good for the job. He's warmer than Thancred, and generally has gotten over himself where Thancred hasn't.

Y'Shtola - a king eider named Virgil. She's a witch, and all witches have flying bird dæmons. Ducks are symbols of rejuvination, spring, and loyalty-- they were also associated with Penelope, Odysseus' wife and her namesake. He voices Y'shtola's more ruthless, straightforward side-- he's wont to measure things by occam's razor.

Urianger - a tawny owl named Pruneta. Owls are associated with Minerva of course, as a symbol of wisdom and strategy. Often plays translator for him, hilariously, putting Urianger's flowery language into plain (well, plainer) english.

Alphinaud - settles into a parrot during Heavensward. Her name is Angeleaux. Parrots represented wit and intelligence, but also a foolhardiness-- someone who likes to hear themself talk. Angeleaux was exactly as self-assured and pompous as Alphinaud was too. It was a bad sign that they were so often in agreement. After she settles, she becomes a lot less bossy, but still has an impulsive boyish streak to her.

Alisaie - settles into a wildcat during Stormblood. His name is Aloyscius. Wildcats represented ferocity and nobility, as well as witchcraft. He's a total spitfire and loves arguing with Alisaie. The two are frequently at odds, both desiring to leap into action but not agreeing on how. Through Dragonsong into Stormblood they learn to compromise more, and to look before they leap. He has a girlish sheepishness to him, like Alisaie gushing to Tesleen about the Warrior in The Inn at Journey's End.

Tataru - a cairn terrier, like Toto from the Wizard of Oz. Tataru is a servant of the story, making sure everything runs smoothly. He's a bit more of a warrior than Tataru is, standing up for her and others, and like Tataru he's an all-arounder, good at most things in a pinch.

G'raha - a charming hummingbird named Athanasius. Hummingbirds represent the nobility and warriors of the Aztec empire, as they were associated with Huitzilopochtli, the god of the sun and war. This would allude to G'raha's princely lineage. As the Exarch, since his dæmon would be a dead giveaway as to his identity, Athanasius hides under his hood and the Exarch pretends he is not a person at all, merely a construct of the Crystal Tower. G'raha is already dorky and emotional and vulnerable, and Athanasius makes it all the more apparent. When G'raha wants to be responsible and focused, Athanasius darts around to anything that will interest him, desperate to sate his endless curiosity.

Ryne - A Honduran white bat named Godelieve. Bats are associated with witchcraft and scrying. Honduran white bats are very small with golden wings, giving an impression of a miniature sin eater.

Estinien - a salamander named Yves. They were thought to be born of fire and immune to its flames, perfect for someone tested by the hardships of life and associated with the blood of dragons. Originally I thought a horse would be good for Estinien, but I figured it'd be hard to do those flips with a horse dæmon.

Haurchefant - a turtledove, also known as a mourning dove. Perfect for a doomed romantic such as himself. A plain, common dove is also good for communicating someone locked out of nobility. 

Zenos - a Komodo dragon named Slibinas. The process that made Zenos a resonant severed her from him. :(

Varis - a grey wolf named Sallustia. She's a fucking piece of work.

Emet-Selch - an unsettled dæmon, as all the Unsundered have. Her name is Agesander. As Solus zos Galvus, she took the form of a lammergeier (bearded vulture) and still prefers this shape, though also is inclined towards snow leopard, ewe, the tamarin, and chimera. She also does not have any limit on distance of how far she can travel from him. Lammergeiers are associated with the mythical Huma bird, an immortal bird who was said to never land, and to watch humanity from afar. Agesander is Emet-Selch's shoulder-devil, essentially, taking devil's advocate positions whenever possible. She carries with her Emet's Tempering, and thus expresses priorities related to Zodiark. She's also just as fussy and bitchy, and enjoys a good argument.

CANON CHARACTER MIRANDA FOIGEL - unsettled at the start of ShB, his name is Mulciber. He's much more tender and optimistic, compromising Miranda's cagey and cynical disposition-- the sweet kid that they so desperately try to not be. He tends to take plain, practical forms, and eventually settles as a river otter or a porcupine. Haven't decided.

Venat - Also technically unsettled, it's just-- it's argos, man. You know argos. The only thing more unsettling about this dog was that if it could talk.

Hermes - Meteion is his dæmon :(

Aymeric - he gets the horse. A white stallion, Ishgard's pride and joy. Merlwyb - Bottlenose dolphin Kan-E-Senna - White elk Nanamo - Savannah hare Raunahn - Sable Antelope Ilberd - Barbary Lion Gaius - arctic wolf Nero - common jackal The Chais - lovebirds, the both of them.

#cecil drawls #dæmon au

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[yvesvelaris]

🎮 { player information }

I go by Kels or Gray for games!

I’m 28 years old, married, and disabled.

I was active on Tumblr in the years: 2011-2017, 2019, and now!

My main blog for aes, cats, relationship posts, witchy stuff, ect.

https://grayskels.carrd.co/ find more of my links here! ~~~

🌱 { ffxiv information }

🐈 yves velaris

🕛 Endwalker 6.5

⚔️ dragoon; reaper; machinist

🌍 primal: ultros ~~~

🐉 ryn illyrian

🕛 Shadowbringers

⚔️ black mage, red mage, summoner

🌍 primal: ultros ~~~

🐉 koyuki kaisuri

🕛 Post-ARR

⚔️ all classes level at the same time

🌍 primal: ultros ~~~

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#ffxiv-yves ; ffxiv-ryn ; ffxiv-koyuki will be my personal FFXIV content; all of my original posts are found on that tag! 

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[sealrock]

tell me, what makes a human?

#mypost. #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv oc #gifs. #first official gpose of the yearrr #this is for kirke's no. 1 fan (thefreelanceangel) #this is the only time i'm glad for the blurriness. it adds to the creepiness of it and how you can't /exactly/ see what you're looking at #these were meant to be still images since it was vertical but i had the idea of doing a gif like i did for hector #kinda hard to see as a result but open for full size #so kirke's new lore centers around transhumanism. i'm currently redoing it and she's. this now #kirke's technically not 'human' anymore. she's a cluster of sentinent allagan nanites (made by amon) who takes over the brains of the dead #to combat decomposition she's been adding cyberkinetic addons to it overtime because she likes this body #it's hard to tell but her torso down to her pelvis has been replaced. no more flesh #'but kirke why not just make a new body from scratch?' where's the fun in that #and similar to yves she needs aether to animate her body; but instead of needing aether for consumption she uses it as a 'battery' to move #since she's a big cloud of nanites if she runs out of aether she will more or less 'die' #and it takes a lot more aether to move a dead body it takes less power to animate a robot body #she's like a deranged energizer bunny #it's not surprising that yves and kirke ended up together. he's her own charger #also didn't use her normal hair here because her eyes are integral #body horror cw #glitch cw #flashing cw #q.

[montaigness]

he’s just telling the truth

#ffxiv #im tagging it liek dat bc hes my new wol ... :3 yves is havinghis daddy time

[beansnake]

sketch commissioned by a friend of @yvesoix-sellemontiere for their birthday!! happy birthday, enjoy your elves💕🥳🎉

#birov art #birov commissions #ffxiv art #ishgard #elezen #in love no less.... #tysm to yves' friend for commissioning me <3 #i love to draw gay people and body hair and kissing so great combo for me

[ganymead]

my friend made art of my ffxiv character and i love it and also it is my icon now 🥰💕🥰

#ffxiv #strawbebbie yves #ive literally never used this tag before but that's his name #also i hope the hyperlink works (shrug)

[secrets-and-aetherlight]

Of Brambles and Visions

Yves has always had a peculiar fondness for the bramble patch that covers much of the eastern reaches of the Black Shroud. Something about that sprawling tangle of oversized thorns speaks to the predator in him. Many dangers lurk in these bladed shadows, but he rests himself before a humble campfire, content in the knowledge that he is the most dangerous among them.

It’s a clear night. Stars peer through the crevices in the patchwork of thorns overhead. It’s an ideal night to camp in the open air. 

Or it would be, with fewer interruptions. The wind is still, which means that the rustling he can hear in the underbrush nearby must be the sound of an approaching creature. He wonders absently if it’s another bandit intent on ambushing him. The last was enjoyable, but he has had enough terror and blood to sate him for one night.

A small figure weaves its way nimbly between thorns the size of falchions. As it approaches the campfire, its outline becomes clearer. It’s a Miqo’te. Hardly a surprising sight in the Shroud, especially at night. But then her violet eyes come into view. Her pupils are narrow, better suited to daylight than to the darkness. A Seeker of the Sun. And a familiar one, at that.

When she finally stands before his campfire, he rises. Not to attack or to defend, but to acknowledge the presence of someone with whom he has history.

A longer history than even she knows.

“J’aeda,” he murmurs, “what an unexpected pleasure.”

The Seeker gives a derisive snort. She folds her arms across her chest and eyes him skeptically. “Is it? I seem to recall that the last time we met, you called me an ill omen.”

Her talent of looking down her nose at him when she is little more than half his height has always fascinated him. Even as a child, her mastery of the withering look was already flawless. Perhaps a healthy dose of disdain toward those outside of one’s tight-knit community can be counted among the essential accomplishments of a young refugee.

“I believe when last we met, I was still a touch disgruntled that you had foretold a Calamity and failed to mention that it would rain down fire on my head, specifically,” he explains dryly.

“My visions are hardly that clear-cut.” 

She settles herself on the ground before his campfire and loosens the ties to the large knapsack strapped to her back. Making herself comfortable without invitation, Yves notes with mild amusement. Fearless as ever. He would have it no other way. He lost the right to object to any liberties she chose to take with him years ago.

Yves resumes his seat on the opposite side of the fire and regards her curiously. “I was under the impression you were still in Gyr Abania.”

“My work with the resistance has come to its natural conclusion.”

“Why not stay? Ala Ghiri is your home, is it not?”

The looks she gives him this time is not precisely withering, but it is chiding. “That’s where I was born. You know very well I didn’t grow up there. The concept of ‘home’ has never really meant much to me. I go where I’m meant to be. Where my dreams lead me.”

“And they have led you here, to me?” Yves says, his tone mocking. “They must be more akin to nightmares.”

J’aeda is in the act of searching through her knapsack for something, but at these words, she stills. Perhaps he has come a little too close to the truth for comfort. But whether she has come to utter dire prophecies about his future, or whether he haunts her nightmares for reasons related to their shared past, is difficult to judge.

Her next words do little to enlighten him. “Just so.”

She rummages around in her knapsack for a few more seconds, and then she withdraws a tin which, once opened, is revealed to contain some sort of jerky.

“I assume you’ve already fed, judging by the corpse I passed on my way here,” she comments, selecting a strip of jerky. 

He doesn’t bother to confirm or deny it.

J’aeda chews on one end of her jerky for a few moments in silence.Then, perhaps catching a hint of uncertainty in his expression, she says, “Relax, Yves. You’re a mere stepping stone for me this time. My dreams only made two things perfectly clear in regards to you. First, that you hold the key to the riddle I’ve been dreaming for several moons, and second, that you’ve finally finished your quest.”

“My quest?”

The look that she gives him suggests he’s being obtuse.”Your wife’s killer?”

“You dreamt about that?”

“It was tangential to another dream, but yes.” She pauses to take another bite of her jerky. “I’m glad you finally got your revenge.”

Yves finds himself with nothing to say in reply. The subject of his late wife and her murder is fraught, and not merely due to his grief and rage at having lost her too young. It was in the pursuit of his revenge that he first encountered J’aeda, and nothing about that meeting, or the fortnight that followed, was pleasant for her. No doubt the memories of his abuses as he attempted to drag information out of her 12-year-old self are still vivid in her mind. And yet she has the grace to congratulate him on his belated victory. 

Oppressed by he knowledge of his own sins, he cannot even bring himself to thank her.

“Fate wasn’t kind to you, was it?” she continues, clearly not expecting an answer. “I finally saw his face in my dreams. I know his name. And it’s too late to be of use to you. But that’s the trouble with the Sight. It has a time table of its own. I rarely get the information I want when I want it.”

“Even with an angry old man poking at you with magic,” he mutters.

She hesitates momentarily before answering. “Especially then. Visions don’t like to be forced. At least... mine typically don’t. At best, I can ask my soul a question before I go to sleep. Burn incense, draw a circle of runes to sleep in. Sometimes that will work. But chances are I’ll get an answer to an entirely different question instead. Often one I never even knew to ask. If there’s an art to this process, I have yet to learn it.”

Again, he’s not sure quite how to answer. A belated apology for his treatment of her all those years ago would be in order, but that’s not really his way. The words ‘I am sorry’ have never sprung readily to his lips. But he has been acquainted with J’aeda for 18 years now. Surely she knows. Surely there is no need to speak the words aloud.

“Anyroad,” she says a moment later, coming to his rescue by changing the subject, “That wasn’t my main reason for seeking you out.”

Ah, right. “You said I hold the key to a riddle.”

J’aeda nods, selecting another piece of jerky from her tin. “It’s not actually a riddle per se, but a vision that I want you to interpret.”

Yves lifts a brow at her, intrigued. “What makes you think I can interpret it?”

“You’re in it, for one.”

“How worrisome.” His tone is flippant, but he is not entirely at ease with the knowledge that he featured in one of J’aeda’s dreams. Given that some of her dreams involve Calamities and other disasters, it’s not necessarily a good sign.

“Just listen,” she says, but then she takes a bite of jerky before immediately launching into her description of her dream. He waits patiently for her to finish chewing, knowing that this hint of passive aggression on her part is deserved.

“So,” she finally continues, “in my dream I saw a house by the sea. The rafters of the house were on fire, but instead of swallowing up the house, the fire was losing ground. It was flickering like a candle in a windstorm, threatening to blow out. Meanwhile, dark waters surrounded the house, flooding the basement and gradually rising.”

“How dark were these waters?” he asks.

“Black. Like pitch, or--”

“Ink?”

She looks at him oddly.

“Do please continue,” he says smoothly. “Where was I in this vision?”

“Standing on a hill nearby, watching.”

“Just watching.”

“Yes. As though you were interested in the outcome, but not enough to interfere.” 

“That seems callous of me,” Yves comments, recalling Michaux’s words during their midnight meeting in the Coerthan snow. 

You left them behind... You abandoned everyone!

Yes he did. And he would again. 

J’aeda is gazing thoughtfully at him, as if trying to puzzle out what he’s thinking. “I suspect you know what house I’m talking about. Perhaps you’ve even been there, but at the very least, I think you’ve heard about it, haven’t you?”

“Hmm.” Yves tilts his head as he meets her stare. Yes, it seems fairly clear which house, and which organization, her vision pertains to. Whether he feels like sharing that information is another matter. “A house by the sea, you said? Why are you so curious about it?”

“Presumably because I’m meant to go there,” she says, shrugging. “I follow where my dreams lead. That has been my rule since I was still in my teens. You know that.”

“I know that, yes,” he agrees calmly, “and I am also aware that those dreams have led you into danger more than once.”

“Yes. And out of danger, too.”

“But why would you wish to go to a house that is simultaneously flooded and on fire? One could argue that it is already a lost cause.”

J’aeda shoots him an impatient look. “I’m assuming the dream isn’t literal.”

“Literal enough,” he mutters. 

“Then explain,” she demands, gesturing with her half-eaten strip of jerky for emphasis. “You seem to know even more about this situation than I expected. You’re not just a disinterested observer, even if that does seem to be your preferred role. You’re invested. So what do the fire and water signify? Why do you think the house from my vision is a lost cause?”

Yves lets out a soft huff of annoyance. He doesn’t want this. Not for J’aeda. True, she’s no defenseless child anymore, and true, she has spent years working first with the Ala Mhigan resistance and then, presumably, helping with the ongoing war effort in Gyr Abania. And even before she slipped behind enemy lines, she wasn’t exactly leading a safe existence. But this is a different kind of war. J’aeda is used to fighting an enemy that views her as a savage, but considering her gifts, the Ink and Flame are likely to view her as something more: a desirable recruit.

But whether he helps her or not, J’aeda will inevitably find what she’s looking for. If he truly cares about her, he’ll give her all the information she needs to navigate this treacherous sea of Ink and Flame safely.

And so he does. 

He explains the Ink and Flame in as much detail as he can, and even briefly outlines his own experience with the former. He describes the major players in each faction. He tells her about Priarch and the Covenant of Ash, not neglecting to heap disparagement upon the former. He explains why, in her vision, the flames appeared to be losing ground while the inky waters continued to rise. He even tells her about the disastrous masquerade in Ishgard.

He doesn’t mention the conflict within his own mind and heart. He doesn’t tell her that he has begun to feel the call of the Ink like an ache in his bones. But judging by the shrewd look she gives him, she’s a touch suspicious.

When he concludes his explanation, J’aeda takes some time to mull it over. Then she murmurs, “So... Priarch is the house divided. A literal house by the sea, inhabited by Ink and Flame. I’m not used to my dreams being quite that easy to dissect.”

“It might not be that easy,” he suggests. “Perhaps you are not actually meant to go to that house. You could join me on my hill instead.”

She smiles, amused, but shakes her head. “You seem to hate Priarch, and yet it sounds like there are several people you care about who are already involved in it. Watch from your hill if you prefer, but I’m not interested in being a mere observer.”

“And yet, do you even know what you will do when you get there?”

“Offer my services as a healer, naturally.” She smiles grimly. “One thing I have learned in my travels is that healing talents will always be relevant. That is as true in times of peace as in war.”

True. Presented with a competent healer with wartime experience who is neither infected nor tempered, Secariot would have to be a fool to not recruit her. Yves sighs. As useful as it would be to have another contact in Priarch, he is still reluctant to see her installed there. Perhaps he is not merely worried for her safety, though. Perhaps he feels that a seer of her caliber is much too valuable an asset for the likes of Priarch. Perhaps he thinks Covenant deserves her more. Or it is even possible that he prefers to keep her as his own personal secret.

But that is not his decision to make. It’s not his place to interfere with J’aeda’s choices. He learned that lesson the hard way 18 years ago.

“Well then,” he replies, returning her smile. “I suppose all I can do is to wish you safe travels. May Azeyma and Nymeia guide you.”

She will need all the help that the gods are willing to grant her.

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