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keicordelle · 4 months
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I swear, this game isn't even giving us crumbs anymore, this is a whole ass loaf of bread
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ardberts · 2 months
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dress-up estinien | [ 01 / ?? ]
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xkuja · 1 year
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The meme
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naelmasn · 3 months
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"Midnight Waltz"
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autumnslance · 4 months
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The Thancred Anthology is Live! Free PDF!
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The Thancred Anthology, a free PDF zine celebrating everything Thancred Waters, is now LIVE! Featuring 60 talented artists and writers, we hope you'll enjoy this exciting collection.
READ FOR FREE HERE.
(Image and text by the zine mods, I am just spreading the word!)
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zylphiacrowley · 18 days
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what if we...
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cosmicharm · 1 month
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peculiarmarsu · 1 year
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Those lyrics of Flow.
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riftdancing · 3 months
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Several of you probably remember this sundrop bombshell from years back. In fact, many of you have asked if I'd ever bring her back. Well, going into Dawntrail finally feels like the right time to breathe some new life into this character, so consider this her official return.
If you don't know her, I'd like to introduce you to my lynx inspired surf brat, X'issi ( shee • ee • see ) Sunde ( soon • dae ). Part of the coastal Lynx Tribe of La Noscea, she's lived almost her entire life in and around the isle. With an affinity for water and water related magics this woman is sure to win you over with her sunny charms and can-do attitude.
I have a lot of lore for this character, including tribal lore that I'll have to figure out how to organize into spaced out doses for you all to consume. Because when I say its a lot, I mean it is a LOT of lore. I used to write this girl like crazy back in Heavensward days.
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But for now, here's some important bullet points for her character...
Owns her own Surf Shack where you can buy boards she's made and her own board wax. Naturally she also does board repairs.
Up before dawn to relay the morning surf report for Costa del Sol.
Surf and swim instructor - Side hustle - mostly for tourists.
Sight Seer and Expedition guide - another side hustle - also mostly for tourists.
Water Dancer, but not like the XIV job. Dance is intrinsic to her tribe lore which is very Polynesian islander influenced.
Part of a tribe who prays to both Llymlaen and Oschon. Tribe is somewhat nomadic. Lives on the shores in the warmer months, and moves inland in the cooler months. (also reflects their dieties)
Has a way with water magic... kinda like a waterbender? I'll take more time to explore this with you guys later. But I will admit its strongly waterbending influenced.
Has a baby raptor companion named Thunk who is an absolute MENACE. ...But we love him.
She absolutely loves fishing.
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agender-pidgeon · 8 months
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Enjoy the show, it could well be your last.
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sammi-doodles · 1 year
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I just think it would be neat if Thancred guided Urianger into pinning him against something and then they both had to deal with the consequences of those actions.
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lovehotelreservation · 2 months
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Self Love
Summary: Bound by bestowed duty, burdened by the fate of countless, it only made sense that you, Meteor, and Clive would share not just many things in common, but a bed together.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Clive/F!Reader/Meteor
tfw i've been cooking up this double penetration since the fanfest london announcement 🧍‍♀️
sorry to wols who don't main smn i hope you and everyone else still enjoy milking clive and meteor 🙇‍♀️
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As a Warrior of Light, it was a wonder how you were able to constantly find yourself trapped between a rock and a hard place.
To which your roguishly rugged handsome companion would grin and cheekily comment something along the lines of “Well, my name is Meteor after all.”
And it was by this you would test his mettle and knowledge of Paladin as you called forth the fierce might of Phoenix in response.
Though, then again, you did have to be very mindful of mentioning the likes of “Phoenix” and “eikon”, lest you cast your other rugged yet sullenly handsome companion into yet another frenzied existential fit.
Clive Rosfield.
Poor man had just barely dragged himself out of the storm of having to comprehend how he managed to find himself plucked from his motherland of Valisthea only to be unceremoniously flung to the world of Eorzea, where he would cross paths with you and Meteor.
Thankfully, he was in the company of those who were well familiar with the concept of traveling dimensions. Meteor was the one to give Clive a reassuring pat on the back as he affirmed that it would just be a matter of when until some means to return him to his universe was found.
For now, as he cheerfully suggested, Clive could tag along with the both of you, joining your trek to venture to lands yet to be visited by either of you. The world had just been saved and the realm beckoned to be explored.
While understandably conflicted at first–what with thoughts of home, his brother, his friends at the Hideaway and across the Twins, and more weighing on his mind–Clive eventually relented and agreed to join. In such a foreign yet strangely familiar world, any lessons, techniques, and even powers he could acquire here to bring back to his world to bring forth needed revolution and change, then so be it.
He just had to quickly get used to you calling forth vastly different versions of Ifrit, Titan, Garuda, Bahamut and Phoenix with a mere book and a glowing foxdograbbit.
Similarly, while you and Meteor had seen your fair share of madness across your journeys together, you both couldn’t help but be in awe whenever Clive drew forth power from the eikons of his world that mirrored so perfectly with the primals of Eorzea, to even witnessing him prime into the infernal behemoth that was his Ifrit while squaring off with foes and hunts alike alongside you both.
Sharing tales of triumphs and losses over a campfire within the Black Shroud, offering knowledge that could only be learned in the heat of battle while sailing through the azure skies on an airship to Radz-at-Han, keeping watch of one another while treading treacherous ground through Coerthas, unwinding in the comforts of a local izakaya in Kugane after a hard day’s effort–this in turn had the three of you to bonding ever so closer together. After all, each of you had borne the burden of being savior in your respective worlds, carried forth the hopes and dreams of friends and allies present and past, maintained the balance of using your bestowed powers responsibly and striving to not allow self-doubt and greed corrupt your hearts so, and much more.
Beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun, your days together would be spent in glorious adventure.
Whereas underneath the dreamy glow of the evening moon, your nights were bathed and adorned in absolute euphoria.
All because Meteor couldn’t help but grin the very instant he noticed the way how Clive’s eyes would linger on you whenever the moment allowed for it, the shift from morose uncertainty to shy yearning reflected in those deep cerulean irises of his.
And with how long he had been adventuring with you all this time, he would be much too ashamed if he failed to notice that dreamy, awestricken stare of yours every time you marveled at Clive whenever he demonstrated his beastly prowess in battle.
The visitor and the host.
Experienced in combat yet naive with romance was the former.
Always thinking about the bigger picture and much too used to putting the needs of the world before one’s own desires was the latter.
Meteor, however, stood right in the middle and was ever eager to bridge gaps.
In this particular case, he did just that by keeping you sandwiched right between him and Clive as the three of you were tangled together in bed. Clothes and armor were long discarded and strewn across the floor of your inn’s suite, ensuring that nothing would get in the way of your two rugged companions and their wandering hands along your body.
As to be expected, Clive was curious with every touch as he lied beneath you, his fingers basking in the warmth of your bare skin as they sought to find which spots pleasured you most. Every moan you let you had his breath caught in his throat–a precious action soon followed by a burning need to elicit as many mewls of his name from your lips as much as possible.
By contrast, Meteor was ever proud as he quipped that he knew your body best–even better than you when he felt more daring. Maintaining his position above and behind you, he boldly grabbed at your breasts and gave your ass a few good slaps, with each gasp he earned in response being demonstrated as a reward that Clive could also earn were he to handle you in a similar way. And while stepping in as teacher had its own unique fun, he relished in being able to make you melt and crumble underneath him with every knowing stroke and plunge of his fingers.
Despite their different approaches towards you however, both were in absolute agreement in ravishing you thoroughly. With you caged between two broad and sturdy physiques of divine, chiseled muscle, you were kept perfectly in prime position to have Clive and Meteor plunge their thick, long cocks inside of you in tandem, leaving you crying out in sheer bliss as your core and your ass were subject to their relentless pounding.
“You’ve gotta find it rather humorous, mate–” Letting out a breathy laugh, Meteor pushed back his sweaty bangs away from his eyes as he peeked over your shoulder to glance at Clive, a grin plastered on his lips. “–you used to keep your distance from our lovely summoner every time that book was out, but now you can’t even stand to be a step away!”
At once, Clive had his eyes shut firmly tight, far too overwhelmed by the sinfully sweet sensation of the dripping wet velvet heat of your core continuing to squeeze around his cock. Yet at Meteor’s words, his eyelids fluttered open as he hoarsely responded with, “Could you blame me?” all while his hands reaffirmed their hold on your hips.
His cheeky grin now more of a wicked smirk, Meteor remarked, “Not in the slightest! After all, I speak from experience…!”
Upon the last word he uttered, his posture hunched forward as he proceeded to ramp up the pace and intensity of his thrusts, barreling his dick into your ass with feverish frenzy.
“And what’s that supposed to mean, Mete–!”
Though you were made to squeal all the more, you were ready to turn back towards Meteor with a stern questioning look, were it not for him already prepared for your reaction. Before you could complete your sentence, you suddenly found yourself pressed further down against Clive, the gentle yet heavy weight of a hand on the back of your head urging you to lock lips with him instead.
“Now, now, love–while I’ll never get enough of having your eyes on me, you’ve got a primal to master! Focus!”
Meteor’s laughter filled your ears while Clive’s tongue clumsily found its way into your mouth.
While you were eager to get back at the former, it was as your eyes found its way to the latter’s that you truly found yourself speechless.
The pure adoration held for you that was reflected in Clive’s eyes had your heart flutter and your hands quickly cupping his grizzled jaw as you hungrily reciprocated his affection.
And as the two of you kissed, you felt the stubble of Meteor’s chin scratch against the nape of your neck as he kissed your skin, making sure to press further down against the points that made you shiver most.
Stuck in the middle between the two men who cherished you most, you knew you weren’t going to be leaving the bed anytime soon tonight—especially when they had so much love they wished to pour inside of you over and over.
Even so, you were more than delighted to be in your current position. From this day onward, regardless of where your paths may lead as they split and twist, you would find your way to back to them, even worlds apart. 
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moment-live · 7 months
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Ishikawa wrote 'healer tank couple taking care of a young girl who is being hunted by the local corrupt government because of the circumstances of her birth' twice and I ate that shit up both times.
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keicordelle · 2 months
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After Estinien gets his body back from Nidhogg, he finds himself changed. Always a little surprised to uncover the differences. Most of them are benign: a few scales in places they don't belong (as though they belong anywhere), a few barbs in places not worth mentioning, a sense of smell and hearing that far outpaces his comrades'. And a weakened immune system (or so he thinks).
Years of thinking he just gets horribly, terribly sick for a few weeks out of every year - a peculiar kind of sickness, to be sure, that leaves him flushed and sweaty and aching in places that the common cold usually leaves untouched, but undoubtedly, unquestioningly ill.
The first one strikes while he's still in Ishgard, recovering from being possessed, and suddenly every part of him feels like it's on fire again. The healers can't do anything for him, but they refuse to allow Aymeric to see him until he's recovered.
And then he leaves, off to wander the world, and suffers his new chronic illness alone for untold moons. He's accepted it as routine by the time he makes his way back to Ishgard.
And yet the instant he catches a whiff of Aymeric's scent, familiar despite the years spent apart, he feels himself falling ill. Curses his luck and his shitty immune system for its timing, but pushes through. He wants to at least greet Aymeric before hiding himself away for a week of suffering. But he can scarcely make it through dinner before he's forced to retreat, panting and fevered and aching.
Except that this time there's no chirugians to keep Aymeric away. He shows up on Estinien's doorstep the following day, worried for his old friend. Estinien tries to stop himself from what comes next, he really does, but... it's a battle he's destined to lose.
And to his astonishment, Aymeric is more than willing to do whatever it takes to help him feel better. Whatever it takes.
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bydusklight · 6 months
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-- you have something to confess. [x]
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autumnslance · 6 months
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Menphina, holding a large, squirming puppy: "Hydaelyn! Look what the mortals gave me!"
Hydaelyn: "Ohhhhh, how adorable! ...A problem in a few thousand years, but what a sweet divine conception of the new satellite. Speaking of concepts, this is a major change to yours, so be sure to check in."
Menphina: "I was going to have tea with the Watcher to center myself. But I was thinking, while I'm there, don't you have Argos helping him mind Zodiark?"
Hydaelyn: "Yes, why?"
Menphina: "I don't want Dalamud to be bored while I'm chatting with our friend, and I bet Argos could use a break..."
Hydaelyn: "...You want to arrange a puppy play date?"
Menphina: "Pleeeaaasse??"
Hydaelyn: "You know that I cannot say no to anything that cute. Or to that face you're making. Have fun, dear."
Menphina: "Thanks! C'mon, boy!"
Later...
The Watcher: "...Then they stole and buried a dozen recording crystals each, ate more wildlife, and then tore through the loporrit's newest excavation tunnels and dismantled several helper constructs, despite Livingway firmly reminding them that those are not chew toys."
Hydaelyn, sighing dreamily: "Such good hounds. And so cute while doing it!"
The Watcher: "It's going to take a couple hundred years to get all this fur out of my robes..."
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