#god i love viera so much

[ragdoll127-ffxiv]

Set my heart ablaze... ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

(Testing the limits of the censor system again, sorry. 😅)

(👙🍆📸⤵️)

Somebody please pick me up off the floor I'm a puddle...

#ffxiv #gposersnsfw #reshade #male viera #pinup art #liabilitymods #StuidioNox #If you have never been to a gpose studio before you really should give it a try #I have been to this studio twice now and omg it is so much fun #.......god i love him so much #I am fully expecting these to get flagged btw #i will be v surprised if they don't

[merlwybs-wife]

#god this dress was made for him #i love it on him so much #don't really love the pose tho #marsnek #gpose #viera

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Recovery

Seren: It’s just... they’re a constant reminder of how badly I failed. Estinien: No. They are proof that you survived.

#ffxiv #male viera #estinien #wolship #wolstinien #i swear to god these two will be the death of me #anyway so Seren's entire schtick before Zenos/Elidibus kicked his ass was basically 'dont get hit' #So he really didn't have any scars to his name #and he did not take it well when he took his bandages off and had a whole bunch of them in places hard to hide #(there are more on his back and chest from being tossed around like a ragdoll) #he did eventually grow to love them as much as he loves each line on Estinien's skin #it just took a bit of time and care #seren kynne #seren x estinien #long post #photoset #ff14 #this all took so fucking long to pose i nearly lost my damn mind lmao #fingerssss bruh

[astrxealis]

i think haurchefant deserves the world. he deserves absolutely everything.

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚ #dear god i don't think he's even in my top 10 or even 15 but i love him with all my HEART ................... #just so happens my way of favouriting characters is like mhmmhmhmhmh yeah your vibe fits mine frfr #ANYWAYS i will one day write him just talking to my wol. w hot choco #my wol is like me and so smiles and happiness are central to her and important to her but she keeps giving #and doesn't really know how to take. in a way. like me haha. and it connects to how she's a Hero. the warrior of light #and shes light. she's joy. she's a star. but she's also just an adventurer and she doesn't know who she is anymore #outside of her being the warrior of light ... hence i should insert drk in her lore somehow. idk how. but somehow #and that's why her meeting zenos AWAKENED something in her. and that's why fandaniel did too. and. reaper #but in the end she's a summoner and astrologian! she heals and she accepts like. ig help. from others #and i think g'raha and haurchefant both are really a big help in that. and i think my wol is pretty alike to raha #but since shb she's been more assertive ............... man wtf my wol is so similar to me sobs </3 ANYWAYS. ANYWAYS. yeah #i love my warrior of light vv much and all my xiv ocs even if i don't have coherent thoughts #i was thinking making uhmm . i still haven't decided a name for m viera. BUT. i was thinking of making him have a twin #but like. Opposite. then i rmbr i already have twin warrior of lights bcs me and my irl twin like to yeah oops. so yeah #I FORGOT THE LORE I WANT FOR MY OCS NOOOOO aside from their ancient counterparts SOBS #anyways i'm just rambling abt my ocs now so whatever hi. 2 minutes to 4 am goodness me #so my wol is romantically involved w raha ever since arr! don't wnt to make her poly even tho i think poly is very valid bcs ya #BUT i think yeah aus maybe. but also no. i'm so attached to raha that idk tbh #raha's gone for some time so in that time she kinda has stuff goin on w others ..... like lyse and magnai! zenos! idk who else..... #but then uhmm she canonically at the very least has stuff going on w themis and hyth. and zenos. man idk how to do fandaniel though #themis and her get along really well in pandaemonium but i forgot how i was gna go about w it all eeeee #and w hyth! i know the whole thing going on w azem wol hyth themis at least hehe yes. + raha. #idk yet how i'll be able to insert zenos in canon tbh. and i want to put fandaniel somewhere at the very least but nah nvm #i have au ideas too tbh like if wol joined zenos's side. idk how i wanted that to go. just thought it'd be interesting #oh shit it's 4 am GOODNIGHT

[sebastard69]

#wolgraha #g'raha tia #ambrose tia #ffxiv #ffxiv viera #wol #warrior of light #g'raha/wol #gposers #i love the heirloom tops so much but god i hate the pauldron and belts #and the way the top flares at the bottommmmmmm

[morganali-art]

I decided to sit down and sketch out all my WoLs (not including like, six other joke characters that I have) and I have come to the conclusion that someone should take the character creator away from me.

I got too many lil guys 😵‍

From left to right...

J'rhota Tia is just a silly orange lad - PGL/ROG main, a scrappy little fight boy. Means well, but very head empty. Constantly getting locked out of the Waking Sands, but unfortunately is the only one who can take down Ifrit without getting tempered.

Amelot Greywoode Lost an eye on one of her adventures - couldn't afford a glass eye to match her good eye at the time, so the one she wears under her eyepatch is slightly off colour. (Highlander, GLD)

Parasha Pasha - Tiniest gorl. Min height lala. My god, she's so small. 🥺💕 Ostensibly mains WAR/DRG, but really is a FSH main.

Sami'ra (Sameth/Bunny) Lavellan - ARC/ROG main, previously a Dragon Age Inquisitor. Yearns to keep the stories of his people as a historian, but in the harsh economic times post-calamity, adventuring better pays the bills and provides for his large extended family. Per his name, he is the youngest son in a Keeper family with an oddly large number of sons. Truth be told, not all are family by blood, though are loved just as well. Sam has quite the crush on a certain Lord Commander.

Cessalie Sombreterre was an orphan of Ishgardian birth, and made her way to Ul'dah at a young age to try and make her way in the world, eventually taking up adventuring. Ostensibly a BLM main, though dabbles in roguery and swordplay. Min height elezen. Amongst her people, she's so leetle 🥺💕 Marries into the Fortemps house.

Hazel Rah is my main lad, first boy I ever made. He was born in the Golmore Jungle. Though he misses his childhood home dearly, he was forever restless, and eventually left - spending some time in Dalamasca and other occupied territories, before travelling to Eorzea in the wake of the calamity. Young for a travelling viera, he's about 70ish years old. Before he came to Eorzea, his forest name was Rjel Fith. He loves to garden.

Clover Frith is Hazel's much older sister - she's around 200, though she's not one to keep count. She left the forest when Hazel was quite young, in his 20s or thereabouts. When they met up again decades later, she was taking work as a gleaner in Sharlayan. Though her forest name is long left behind, her last name was Fith.

Blackavar Rehw-Dvre was Hazel's childhood sweetheart. In my headcanons, he does not leave the forest at all until well after the calamity - the general upheaval and unrest making its way even unto the forest, prompting the Rava people to make the choice to send scouts far from home to investigate. As such, though he is confident in the ways of his home, he is very out of place in the wider world and is often mystified by the ways of outsiders. As far as appearances go, Blackavar actually has quite curly hair - so I imagine his hair is more like the catboy hair both J'rhota and Sam have. Alas, there's no perfect bun options 😞

Holly Huorlwesfv is a veena bunny who I created as a retainer and went "aw fuck, I did it again," and had to turn him into a real boy because I liked him so much. He doesn't yet have a lot of a backstory yet, but I named him after Captain Holly from Watership Downs, and so in my mind he looks quite a bit scrappier than he is. Ears are scratched up and tattered. A few more scars. He's a stoic bun, a former guard most like. Definitely a fighter. PLD main iirc.

Bitter Snow is my beautiful, purple, goth Roe. I did not mean to give her the same name as Yellow Moon's paramour, it happened completely accidentally. 👀💦 She's so pretty, I ought to play her more. Pretty sure she's a DRG main, I cannot recall.

#ffxiv #all my wols #god there's so many #hazel rah #clover frith #cessalie sombreterre #j'rhota tia #bitter snow #blackavar rehw dvre #holly huorlwesfv #parasha pasha #sami'ra lavellan #amelot greywoode #original characters

[thefreelanceangel]

Which OCs that are not yours do you most admire? What is it about that character that you find impressive or engaging?

is... is there a limit to how many I can name...?

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

Um, okay. *deep breath*

Seifer d'Latu -- yes, it's my husband's character, but that's not the only reason! (He has other characters that aren't my favorites!) Seifer very, very clearly comes across with a powerful sense of self that I genuinely think comes from Sev having played the character for decades. {As someone who has chronic altitis, I don't think a character has to be a "main" or written for 20+ years to be good, but the development of personality and writing style that Sev has built up for a couple of decades sure doesn't hurt!}

He's also a fantastic villain who never bothers lying about his intentions, but seems… able to just… slide that right past people? I can't COUNT the number of female characters who happily followed Seifer to the d'Latu home and were shocked to not only meet his wife, but also at his disinterest in bedding them. Like they just… didn't listen when Seifer clearly told them he only wanted to fuck with their heads. It's genuinely amazing.

And Seifer I find particularly interesting because he's not the evil overlord who wants to rule the world. He's best suited to and enjoys being an advisor to the throne (so to speak) and was originally designed to be an enforcer to someone with a greater degree of power. It's rather rare to run into a villain character that isn't either The Leader or aiming to be The Leader and I genuinely enjoy how Seifer works into that role. (And how he works the role itself, he's just… such a delight to engage with.)

There are a LOT of characters I've had the pleasure of engaging with that are just marvelous. Voranoix L'espoir (one of my top fifteen RP characters ever tbh), Zale Bolton, Lupus Lynx, Thravnar Ravensun, Sezra'tan Entialpoh, Targur Steelfist, Wisteria… (Why are none of them active on Tumblr, you ask? Because the Irony Gods love to poke me with sticks.)

However, there are also a whole lot of characters I've never been able to RP with (usually because of anxiety/lack of time/lack of IG availability) that I find fascinating to read about.

@luck-and-larceny's Malika and @dumb-hat's Evander both fall in my top tier. Not only are they well-rounded characters with depth--obvious when you just scroll through a very few pieces of writing--but they're also FUNNY. And characters written with humor--both as from the reader's perspective as well as the character themself--are so, so rare. I LOVE funny characters and I love it when authors/players don't take themselves so seriously that they can't laugh at their characters or themselves. It genuinely makes the serious moments of character reflection feel more important when there's a contrast.

Basically everything @gatheredfates writes. Throw @riftdancing in there because they give each other some truly admirable support and cheer each other on. (It's beautiful to see.) There's… just the sense of WEIGHTY backstory in everything they do and reading their snippets, seeing their screenshots, I feel the same way I do when listening to "Jenny of Oldstones" written for Game of Thrones. Which is to say that there's a whole world they've created I'm getting a glimpse of and I'd dearly love to see more.

While I love @kuro8529's "black snack" (:D), his Viera Fakhri (on @gray-morality ) and @catscratching's Seda have a solid story built up, not only between them but also separately, so when I read either of them writing, I get a glimpse of the HOURS it took to painstakingly build this mutually satisfying story that has so much further that it can go.

@ofcruelghosts -- I love the noir aesthetic, the writing style and the very concept. I can genuinely feel the inspiration from the pieces and I'd love to see the character in even more scenes.

@bloodpoetry-lytharp -- Hi, have you read about Lytha? You should. Not only that, but you should read the other characters @erithe writes because she has an amazing grasp of style, character development and plot. (She's also one of the best people I've ever known.)

@mirugaidoesthings -- Dayar, ofc, I love because not only is he old enough I can thirst after the character without feeling like a perv, but also because he's written so pleasantly, so casually that it's like catching up with an old friend only to find out they killed a tiger with their bare hands at 15. You do a LOT of "WHA??" and it's amazing. Miru is a miraculously talented writer and a wonderful person.

@rylen-ashworth -- Eh, he's okay, I guess. Decent character. I suppose. {:D}

#Prompts #OOC #I had to stop somewhere #Or this list would be much much longer

[dalmascan-requiem]

Dalmascan Requiem Moments: Bath

(Vierapril Day 3 - Rest)

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It's important to feel safe.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

(vierapril main post)

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They're just so sweet ;w; I just find the act of bathing together really loving and intimate, so Gale's main love language is acts of service. It's just nice and fluffy and wholesome

Laurent lets out a contented sigh as he settles into the water. "Your soaps always smell so nice, Eir."

"Of course." Gale chuckles as he runs his hands through Laurent's hair. "I take my hygiene very seriously." He hears Gale grab something from the side of the bathtub before continuing. "The lavender will help you relax. You just finished a job, so you need something to help you rest."

"Hm." The dark-haired Viera sinks deeper into the warm water as Gale gently works soap into his hair. After a moment, Gale begins softly humming--sounds like the song a patron at the tavern taught him a few days ago--and Laurent closes his eyes. This feels nice… 

At first, Laurent didn't really understand why Gale always drew a bath for him when he completed a job and insisted on washing his hair. It's not as though he needed help, even with his long hair--and if Laurent was being honest with himself, the thought of taking a bath together made him feel… vulnerable.

But he couldn't really explain why that was the case. They were not strangers--far from it, having known one another since they were children. And it wasn't as though they hadn't seen each other without clothes on. It just felt different.

But Gale was rather persistent about this new ritual, and eventually Laurent stopped questioning it.

"Fold your ears down, my love."

Laurent snaps out of his ruminations and gives a slight nod before folding his ears flat against his ear. As he feels the warm water run over his head, Laurent instinctively shuts his eyes--even though Gale takes care not to let any of the soap run onto his face. Besides, there was no harm in simply enjoying the moment.

Gale spends a few moments washing Laurent's hair, then silently wraps his arms around him and pulls him close. Laurent leans back against him, and the other Viera softly chuckles in response and kisses him on the top of his head.

As he lay in the warm water, surrounded by the soothing floral smells and his lover's arms, Laurent felt safe. He understood the irony in that, given his senses were addled and his weapons in another room. But his life in the village and as a Wood Warder would never allow this feeling of being able to relax. To feel like being home.

"Reyna…" Gale's singsongy voice is barely above a whisper. Laurent feels fingers ever so slightly tracing down his back, and he is suddenly very aware of his partner and just how godsdamn attractive he was--

"When were you going to tell me about this?"

The light-haired Viera lightly presses a spot on Laurent's back, causing him to jump up in shock. "Gods, Eir, that hurts--"

"It shouldn't." Gale's voice takes a more serious tone, and Laurent could imagine him frowning at his back. "Did you get hurt during the job?"

I had forgotten with the warmth of the bath… Laurent thinks back to earlier in the day. "That's right, the target had someone with them, and I was caught off guard. She kicked me in the back."

Gale sighs. "How can you say all that as if you were out for a stroll?" He holds Laurent again, mumbling mostly into his hair as he continues. "My love, you need to take care of yourself. I worry for you…"

Laurent felt a pang of guilt when he heard Gale's tone, and he reached back to touch Gale's cheek. "I'm sorry, Eir…"

"I'll accept your apology… if you rest for the next few days."

Laurent sighs, but he knows better than to argue. "Very well, my love."

"Good." Gale kisses one of Laurent's ears, his fair mood returning. "I'll keep you company. Make sure you rest."

"Ah, because I get so much rest when you're around." Laurent scoffs as he turns to face the other Viera, draping his arms over Gale's shoulders, and Gale rolls his eyes dramatically. 

"Well, Reyna, if you don't want me around--"

"I do." Laurent cuts his partner off with a kiss, then pulls back with a slight smile. "I love you, Eir."

Gale's expression softens, and he smiles before silently returning the kiss.

#vierapril #vierapril 2024 #ffxiv viera #ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ao3 #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv oc #my oc #series: dalmascan requiem #moments one-shots

[bitterfates]

FFXIV WRITE 2023; PROMPT 27: SOLE

After so many long years of searching, Yichen had accomplished what many had deemed an impossible mission: he had, at long last, reunited with the one person from his early years that he’d considered family. Elja, his guiding star, his most precious friend and confidant, was here in his new home with his ever-growing new family. His heart was full to bursting with relief and joy and unending love for this older Viera, to the point that he had all but been vibrating with happiness when in his mentor’s presence.

That was, until Elja had managed to corner him in his private room to ask about the circumstances around why he had left their village.

Although he projected placidity and compassion, Yichen was in tune with the darkness within himself; the emotional cocktail of resentment and sorrow and desperation that had led to numerous deadly incidents surrounding him had poisoned his soul ages ago, and he had willingly continued to drink deep those emotions off the course he had initially taken for vengeance.

Needless to say, his beloved Elja had known and saw none of that. He had only experienced life beside the sweet and very affectionate boy Yichen had been in the past; if the gods and elementals who governed the world had been fair, that would have stayed his only impression. Now, however, the ruthless fates that had seen fit to bring them back together, also saw them face each other as distinctly changed men.

As Yichen looked into the face of the person he thought lost to time forever, he wondered if the boy he had been would have weeped for the man he had become.

“Tell me the truth,” Elja gently requested again, pleading from his crouched position in front of Yichen. The soft brown eyes were narrowed in disbelief at the story he had shared, begging Yichen to refute his own words. “Tell me what happened to our people.”

Just like the first time he was asked, the same basic tale Yichen had been dispensing for years spilled effortlessly from his lips. “There was a lightning storm. One or more strikes must have hit some of the taller trees, because balls of leaves lit by fires started falling from the high branches. Do you remember how it used to be windy on the hills whenever a storm came around? It must have been how the fire spread so fast. I was getting water from the river right before the clouds drifted over, so I wasn’t blocked in like everyone else.” A brief pause, and Yichen moved his gaze down to his lap, seemingly done out of sadness from the memory. “...I could do nothing but watch, in the end. I wasn’t quick enough or smart enough to save anyone but myself.”

For a long stretch of time, there was silence between the two Viera, when all that could be heard in the room besides their breathing was the ticking of a tabletop chronometer. Then, Yichen was startled to feel a warm hand atop his, and though he wanted to see what expression Elja was making, he didn’t dare try to sneak a glance.

“...All of these years apart, and yet you still remain the same in one way. You are a terrible liar, ástvinur.”

It was the endearment that made him flinch in seat, not having expected to hear his birth language again, but the accusation of lying made him try to physically withdraw from Elja’s grasp. His friend held fast to his hand, however, which made escape unlikely without a true altercation — he had forgotten how strong all of his seniors had been, and it seemed Elja had not stopped his strength training.

When struggling to break out of the hold failed after several more attempts, Yichen gave in with a weary sigh, wilting in his seat once more. He respected the other man too much to seriously test his skills against him, and this was not a conversation he could battle his way out of anyhow. Elja wanted to know the truth, even if Yichen knew it would hurt him; even if it could do irreparable damage to their relationship. He would give him what he wanted, as he had done in the past.

Head bowed and eyes closed, Yichen spoke again, voice just above a whisper, “…There was a lightning storm. The skies had been dark all afternoon with the promise of it. The tops of the trees caught fire, I saw it. And then —-“

“Miðrik,” another sudden interruption, this time by the use of Yichen’s forest name. It caused him to jerk back, eyelids flying open, mouth agape. He was not surprised to see Elja’s stern expression, the intense focus in his gaze. The elder Viera was serious, wasn’t he? “What happened?”

“….There was a wildfire. I was the one who started it, and made sure they could not escape it.”

Yichen’s declaration only seemed to mildly phase Elja, as he could feel him start to recoil away, only to stop and settle down. Perhaps he had already suspected the truth, and had prepared himself to hear the admission. Many emotions fluctuated on his face rapidly, and Yichen patiently watched him process reality and gather his thoughts.

“…You started the fire that ended the lives of everyone we knew and cared for.” Even at this point, Elja still didn’t seem to fully believe Yichen was capable of the travesty he’d confessed to. “Generous, kind, hard-working people. Even children. I would hear your reason now.”

The younger one hesitated, but gave him the honest answer closest to his heart. “…For you. They said they had ended the life of the one person I cared about.”

Whatever Elja had steeled himself to hear, it was obvious that he hadn’t expected the explanation to involve him. His tall ears drooped down to his head, the rest of his body swaying as if he were about to faint onto the floor. Yichen could not readily identify the emotion he saw on his face, but Elja looked devastated.

Before Yichen could take any action to comfort him, Elja extracted himself from his former pupil, shakily pushed himself up off his haunches and left the room silently, without looking back.

For the first time in his life, Yichen felt completely alone, with no hope of closure.

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv viera #yichen liu #elja djt-marouc #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ruins of rin

[woltourney]

ROUND 2 / SIDE B / POLL 4

K'pehli Tia / Sae'pheli'ehva (@hallowed-nebulae) v. Syla (@mistdrinkersblade)

K'pehli Tia / Sae'pheli'ehva:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. K'pheli Tia or Sae'pheli'ehva (he has two names for worldbuilding reasons); he/they, but usually uses he/him.

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Miqo'te!

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Started as Dragoon and Scholar, did Bard, is now primarily Dark Knight or Atrologian. If in doubt, Astrologian.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Aether data center, on Faerie!

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. To sum up what would otherwise be a huge ramble: he is the vessel/reincarnation of an eons old god. He's chronically ill, has chronic pain, and gets attached to A'aba Tia, Aulie, and the other scions who all die in the waking sands incident. (He and Arenvalds are bros). He and his cousin Mehka trade on who's doing WoL things based on who's got the ability. K'pheli embarks on the crystal tower expedition with NOAH and falls head over heels for G'raha along the way. He has no strong feelings on being a hero, but does what he does because "I refuse to let Fate create more tragedies". In his free time he enjoys writing and trying to figure out how to lead Mor Dhona (the people all decided that the god should be the one in charge). He's a very self-indulgent self-inseet where I toss in a lot of worldbuilding that no one but me cares about. Also very important he has chronic aether sickness and chronic pain and simply refuses to die or go mad from said aether sickness. Rip to everyone else but they're different.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "It would make Raha happy to see me win. Also I was encouraged by my friends to do this, I didn't beat away my anxiety with a stick just to lose this competition."

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. As said before he's a very self-indulgent self-insert. He's bisexual, afab genderfluid, and has chronic pain and is chronically ill. Because I made him to play with divinity tropes, there's a religion that worships him! (G'raha started it because dramatic bisexual history nerd fell in love and decided if he's gonna love a god then everyone else should know that his god is a god. Because fun tropes and metaphors and such. Also worldbuilding potential.) He's called the Crystal God and he can expell excess aether as aether-filled crystals. Also he made a pact with a voidsent (a friend's oc) who eats his aether as well, so even though he's still got way too much aether for his body k'pheli has avoided death this far. He's just here to be bisexual and love G'raha a lot. As one does.

Syla:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Syla (He/Him)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Rava Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Gunbreaker

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal - Balmung

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A member of Lente's Tears who was kicked out for a premature / failed assassination attempt on Legatus Noah van Gabranth. Fled to Eorzea to seek help in freeing his homeland of Dalmasca, only to get picked up by the Scions like a stray cat. He enjoys being a hero, although it does get a bit tiring after so often to him. But Syla enjoys being a beacon of hope and relief for others.. His free time is spent either working and tinkering on his gunblade and cartridges or training with allies.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Why shouldn't I win? You don't face the things I've seen and walk away a from mere contest of affections empty handed."

#💎 shout #💎 round two

[thebumblebeesystem]

(Half) Au Ra August: Day 1, Home

(Putting this behind a "keep reading" as it's a bit long. Balmeira is half Raen, half Viera. Spoilers for Heavensward and the end of ARR.)

Home didn't mean much to me, as a child. Why would it when we were always on the move? Homes were things other people had, not me. When my mother died, I realized I'd had a home all along. It was her. And I realized it all too late.

I traveled aimlessly without her. Tried to find my father, and failed. Traveled some more, until I chanced upon some people I came to call home. People I loved. 

It was something I thought would never happen. People must have held back their opinions of me as a child, but they didn't once I became an adult. Viera would eye my scales. Au Ra would eye my ears. I belonged with no one. Everyone had a comment to make, and they were always so rude.

But I met people who saw me for me, for who I am. And we were happy, the four of us. It was difficult to get us all together. We were too busy and located too far apart for that. But we made the most of the time we had. 

And our time together was so good. Until I lost them all, one by one. 

At least Moenbryda and Minfilia died doing what they loved - protecting people, caring for people, sacrificing themselves for the greater good. But Roaille? Was her love ever real? Or was it as fake as everything else was about her? How dare she?!

I swore I'd never love again, after that. Swore I'd never call anyone, or anywhere, home again. 

And then I met him.

Somehow, Arvide heard that I like painting. And he wanted me to help him fashion a paintbrush that a dragonet could hold. Me. That must've been the strangest request I've ever received. (And I've gotten some pretty odd ones.)

I said yes out of sheer curiosity. I didn't know if I could actually help them or not, but seven hells, did I have to see it.

What I found in Arvide was enthusiasm and hope, curiosity and compassion. All things I'd lost in my grief. And I saw his passion for his home.

Gods, was I jealous of him for that at first. He put every last bit of himself towards making his home a better place not only for his people, but for his former enemy as well. And I couldn't help but wonder… could he make it a home for a scale-covered, floppy-eared person like me?

He did.

And I fell in love. Again.

I came to call him home. Came to look forward to the next sweet smile and gentle forehead kiss.

I could've left. I could've moved onto the next destination, like my mother always did. But I didn't. I stayed. With him.

Am I terrified of this? Yeah. But I wouldn't give it up for anything. Not even if it's as fleeting as my past loves. My time spent with him, no matter how short, is worth whatever pain may come after. And in realizing that, I can see now that the same is true for my past loves, too.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #auraugust2023 #xivrarepair #arvide #OC: Balmeira Nightfall #wolnpc #wol x npc #wolship #viera'ra #ishgard #arr spoilers #heavensward spoilers

[astrxealis]

may i just quickly share him ... >_<

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚ #hi unedited (yet) & i can't use gshade on my playstation but yeah. Him. dhbsghbdjhgebghjabj .............. <3 #just a real quick post sharing bcs god! i love male viera so much ... i also have screens with him and my wol but shhh #he is my now retainer uhhh . bcs one retainer was already a male viera but i wanted to make one with dark hair >_< #GHJDSHG TBH this guy will be another oc but also! i want to change him a little still! especially the eyes :O or hair color but still dark #ffxiv viera #male viera #viera #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv male viera

[reap-the-game]

About that Davy Jones/Calypso style AU

You know, the one I’ve gone crazy posting gposes for.

To start with, it is ENTIRELY due to this cover of “Davy Jones”, so if you have any complaints about its existence, please file them with RafScrap. It was cooked by combining PotC lore with Greek mythology and applying it onto a FFXIV base, resulting in this AU that got me by the throat and balls both. I will now spend many words talking about it.

Gia, aka Calypso

Unlike your usual Gia, Gia in this AU is a demigod: the offspring of a god of the skies and weather, Atlas, and a Vieran woman he fell in love with. As such, Gia’s physical form resembles a Viera, but due to his divinity he is not (usually) bound to the physical. His mother raised him under open skies to stay closer to Gia’s sire, and though his father’s domain was indeed the sky, Gia’s inherited influence fell as the rain down to the waters beneath and he grew up into a divinity of the sea. Calypso is not his name, it’s his title, but it’s by Calypso that most knew him as. As much as he loved his mortal mother, after she walked into the storm to join his father and left Gia alone, there was no one to keep his pride in check. Proud and arrogant was exactly what Gia became, thinking little of the mortals that sailed his seas. Playthings, entertainment, ants; despite himself possessing mortal blood, Gia saw himself above the mortals. Though he had a penchant for sirenesque seductiveness, he never gave himself to a man, too caught up in his own sense of superiority to lower himself in that manner.

Callus and Ogygia

Why the past tense? Because there was one mortal man that was not satisfied with just roaming the seas under the capricious fancy of a god. His name was Callus, and he wouldn’t only dream of taming the sea, he turned his dreams into reality. Tricking and binding the sea goddess onto land on the island of Ogygia, his plan was to use and possess, body and soul—trap Calypso to serve him and him alone. He might have fully gotten his way if he hadn’t left the island after taking his fill for the time being. He should have been able to return at any time. Calypso should have always been waiting for him, unable to return to the sea the goddess had formerly ruled. But though he had lost his freedom, Gia didn’t accept his new lot so easily. Using his power over the sea and the influence over the heavens his lineage granted him, Gia was able to create an undying storm to surround the entire island to serve as an everlasting barrier preventing Callus’s return. To try to brave it was suicide, and though imprisoned on that island, cut off from the sea he belonged to and that should have belonged to him, Gia knew safety—and solitude. Painful, aching solitude until his title faded into legend and “Calypso” became not a god to be feared and revered, but an old story of ages past. And all the while, Callus continued to leech on his power even from afar, gaining immortality by his treachery.

The Shipwreck

Gia’s storm claimed many ships over the long, lonely years, but each time all hands were lost, debris and the odd broken, drowned body the only things that ever washed ashore on the prison island. That is, until one man proved far luckier than the rest. One lone sailor made it to his shore alive, no matter how beaten by the shipwreck. Imagine Gia’s surprise, and his hope that the mortal would survive so he would no longer have to be alone. To that end, Gia delivered the half-dead man to his little house and used what modest healing and medicinal skills he had to nurse him back to health. Not unscathed. Ilya was left with scars and entirely lost sight from his left eye despite Gia’s best efforts, but he survived. And after an age, Gia was no longer alone. That was a state of affairs he was not intending to let change again. He would not go back to being so lonely. He’d refuse. And he was still a divinity, no matter what. No matter how stuck, no matter what deceit he had fallen for, he was still a god, with immortal powers at his disposal. These he used on Ilya to freeze his body in time and prevent him from ever aging, from ever leaving him due to something so natural for mortals: age. But he didn’t stop there. Gia used his influence, his charm and wile and allure, to addle Ilya’s mind and keep him from wanting to leave. Keep him content, keep him obedient and pliable with words and touches, soft and gentle and impossibly sweet, but so very persistent. He would not be alone again. Neither time nor will would take his companion from him now. A century they would continue like this. Gia did not give his true identity, did not reveal what he was, who he had been, or the circumstances the island was surrounded in a veil of surreal due to. The sun would travel the sky, sunshine and rain would take turns, moons would pass– But always there was that storm right there on the horizon. Always was Gia gripped by longing and sorrow he could only do his best to cover.

A Broken Spell

A century. For a hundred years was Gia able to keep Ilya under lock and key the same Gia himself was chained to the island. They became lovers. They fell in love. By Gia’s will, they made the best of their circumstances, even if the god could never truly be happy separated from the waves he belonged in. But Ilya had a life before this. He had a love he was always meant to return to, and though it took him over a thousand moons, he was eventually able to escape Gia’s influence and leave the island. Not without freeing the goddess in the process, though. Intentionally or not, Ilya broke the wards holding Gia on that island to secure his own escape. He ran. He left. But so did Gia. So could Gia. So could he return to the sea he belonged to. At last, they were both free. What a bittersweet freedom it was for Ilya, though. His love, the one he had wanted to return to... Death is what a hundred years will bring to most mortals. Time had stolen him—and why? Because of Gia. Because of Gia’s refusal to let Ilya go, his manipulation and desire for companionship. Oh, the anger that gripped Ilya at those realizations, at having to face the truth of how much he had lost to the goddess. Time, freedom, free will. What became his desire was revenge, and so began his hunt for the goddess he had set free. To the seas he took, again a sailor, with his one goal of finding the divinity that had ensnared him and have his payback. But Gia... He rejoiced on his return to his domain, he did, but his heart was taken. It would not move on from the memories of the mortal he had kept with him for so many years. Had his love turned genuine? Was his affection now sincere, no matter where its beginnings were rooted? In obscured truths and selfish wants? Needs? Had he come so far from his origins that he would fall in love with a mortal? It seemed so. Let him continue to be selfish, then. Let him continue to refuse let nature run its course, and so would Gia extend his hand and still, still keep his mortal love from aging. No matter how many years would go by, not a day would Ilya’s body age. Such was Gia’s decree and his denial. What of Callus, though? What now that his spell was broken? Oh, he began to age. He noticed Calypso’s escape. Turned back to mortal and losing his prize after being denied access to it all this time... Rage. That was all he felt, and thus did he swear to return Calypso under his control.

Reunions

So became the goddess of the sea hunted by two men with differing motivations and conflicting goals. Ilya was the one to reach him first. He didn’t even need to corner Gia, because despite the danger, Gia’s heart had already made its choice and he was the one to approach, to come to Ilya’s ship, unable to keep away from the man he loved. Of course he was met with anger. Accusations. Threats. He had wronged Ilya. He knew he had. Why? It didn’t matter how long they had known, it was only in this freedom that Gia would divulge the story of Callus and the foolish young divinity that had fallen for his trap. What did Ilya feel upon hearing what had led to his own imprisonment? What he wanted to continue to feel was anger... But a century was such a long time to spend with another, live with another. Share their sorrows and joys, their bed and their body. Day after day, week after week, month after month. Year after year. Decade after decade. He wanted to hate, and he did, to some extent– But so did he love. He could not make true on his threats. So many nights he had spent with this one man, this demigod... And another night did they spend together, there, on that ship upon the waves his love belonged to. Ilya let the goddess go in the morning. He could not bring himself to harm him. And Gia... Still was he selfish. He was the sea, and forever did he want Ilya to belong to him, bound to him. He had not been able to save the sight in Ilya’s eye, but it was within his power to now grant him a different sight to replace the one he had lost: to read the sea, its currents and its movements– And by extension, the path of the god that ruled over it all. In the guise of a penance did Gia shackle Ilya to the deep, dark waters. “I never want to escape you,” he did not say, “and you can never escape me,” he did not say. “You’ll always see me, wherever you go.” None of this he said, his true intent left for Ilya to realize on his own. So would Ilya never be free from him. So would Ilya always find him. So would they reunite, again and again, their relationship troubled by their shared past, but their love for one another refusing to be denied despite everything. ...Who would dare forget the third player, though. Trust Callus to continue his hunt, his pursuit, and should he reach Gia, what good could come of it? But there’s only one man the sea favors, and it is not Callus.

#calypso au #headcanons #i SCREECH #long post

[pinkanonwrites]

Did you see what's coming for the newest expansion of ffxiv? :D is there anything you're super excited about?

YESSSSSSSS oh my god I watched the trailer and I'm foaming at the mouth I can't wait. Okay lemme go over a few things I'm particularly excited for real quick

After so much grief and agony and war and fear its super exciting to see our scions go on what is essentially a tropical treasure hunt!! Don't get me wrong I loved the emotional catharsis that Endwalker took me through but I'm ready for my guys and gals to have some fun in Tural, which looks absolutely beautiful!!! I was a little afraid that with the completion of the previous main story we could lose connection with them but it looks like everyone will be there! Alphinaud and Alisaie are basically my adopted kids at this point so I'd be heartbroken if they were phased out of the story. And of course, my beloved Urianger! <3 <3 <3 <3

It looks like some characters will be joining us on a more permanent basis which should be super fun, namely Erenville and the as-of-yet unnamed Hrothgar woman on the boat in the trailer. Speaking of which...

HROTHGAR WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!! I have no plans to change my current Viera WoL cause i have a lot of lore around her but I'm so excited to see a bunch of big, buff, adorable lion women all over the place.

Pictomancer looks VERY compelling. I'm a Samurai main but I'll definitely be giving it a try as soon as it's available. And Krile becoming a Pictomancer is so perfect for her, she looks so so cute!!!!

A new limited job sounds really interesting! I never got too into Blue Mage but Beastmaster sounds like something I'll be goofing around with a lot.

Honestly though? More than anything? I'm excited to embark on a new adventure with my friends in my Free Company. FFXIV was introduced to me by a close friend and we went through Endwalker together over Discord, so I'm really hoping to do the same with them and all the other FFXIV friends we've made together.

So Kelp, Chrom, Makku, even though you'll never see this post since you aren't on tumblr much/at all, I can't wait to explore the New World with you!

#long post #anon #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv #ffxiv dawntrail #dawntrail expansion #pink chat

[highseraphs]

🖊 ebrietas!!

under the cut for this one since he's a doozy lol. (cw for mention of cults, violence, etc.) I won't go into too much because it is very heavy, and somewhat dark. If people are interested in knowing more I'll link his toyhouse profile under the cut.

To sum up his backstory in a shorter way:

Ebrietas's soul since birth was merged with a destructive and malevolent 'outer god's' soul (a demon god from the depths of the sea of stars) That has destroyed, corrupted, and conquered planets within his reach.

He's grown up having been worshipped by his parents, two cult members that worshipped an entity called the 'Dark Moon'. When they attempted to summon it, they used their newborn as a vessel, but instead of being a host for the god, the being merged completely with Ebrietas, making him one in the same with that being. He lived in the frigid, forested, northern mountains in Sharlayan in a manor isolated from the rest of civilization.

He's not particularly nice to others at all, and sees himself as completely different than the denizens of Etheyris (which he is), making him lack empathy for them. He isn't very emotive, honestly coming off as unsettling, sadistic, and unpredictable, and he doesn't have qualms about killing others. He is pretty antagonistic, knowing fully well that he is a threat to the star. Still, the only thing keeping him from destroying it is his interest in the various cultures, literature, and sweetstuffs found on the planet. (I honestly think my description of him on his toyhouse is much better at explaining it).

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He is best summed up as a being who lacks empathy for others. He has a very stoic outward appearance, often coming off as unemotional, though despite this, he is quite unpredictable. Though he is considered to be unsettling, it is not like it is for the warrior of light; where others are unsettled by his vampiric but frightening power, he is still accepted as a heroic figure, a daunting one, but still heroic. Ebrietas is unsettling because it is hard to tell if he is about to kill or not over something he is annoyed by, he kills without mercy or feeling; it is second nature to him. He doesn't let his disquiet show much unless he is dealing with the likes of Louis or Lovelace, both of whom are not directly within his line of fire, so it is hard to discern his emotions.

His soul was merged with an Archdemon's, one that is known for his extreme cruelty, his lack of interactions with anyone outside his manor (many of his servants were afraid of him) many things he views as normal are not normal to everyone else, like his fascination with and love for blood making him turn vampiric over time. He accepted the role of a demonic god from his parent after he killed them, realizing the history of his other half, he recognizes how powerful he is, contemplating destroying and claiming Etheirys many times, but knowing that the warrior of light would try to stop him. He'd rather not be in the spotlight, something his original self has kept intact personality-wise. His charisma is very infectious, however, which would make it easier for him to carry out the plan if he were ever to consider it.

He's considered to have the voice, body, and beauty of an angel, but the heart of a cruel demon. The halting of his natural growth was caused by his parents calling for the possession of him as a baby, he's shorter for a Rava Viera because of it. Ebrietas has a strange way of speaking, always alluding to knowing more than many, carrying himself in an elegant, educated but very aloof way. He does have a somewhat strong amount of internal conflict within himself, especially around the time he hid himself away, he struggles with being so different from others and suffers with depersonalization. The demon that is now him is not of Etheirys or of its shards, but a primordial being of the deep void, to even consider it a demon is simplifying its existence, he knows all that the eldritch being knows, all of the destruction and rage, and tries an astronomical amount to keep it closed tightly within a jar in his soul because if it were to spill out completely, he'd wipe out Etheirys without a thought.

He does enjoy living in Etheirys because he likes the various cultures and books he can read in old Sharlayan and other city-states. He enjoys having full control over his own life and to an extent, those who are around him. He's not easy to get along with, he is very much so antagonistic but only in a way that benefits him only. He is sadistic but withdrawn, arrogant and sardonic but elegant, alluring but possessive. If he were to love someone, they'd have to be able to handle him and all the difficulties, complexities, and dangers that come with being associated with him to that extent. He best functions in social situations as the one that blends into the background, but being a loner, he doesn't have much of an issue with this unless someone is paying specific attention to him.

his full page but please read at your own discretion because it can get like i mentioned before, dark.

#basically hes an evil Eldritch abomination that is bunny-shaped ! #a little spooky guy who is the horrors #tbh lovelace initially was gonna be something like him but i changed him after i said he'd be the hero #ebrietas is explicitly a villain.

[genshoomf]

I know next to nothing about final fantasy, but if you could explain it to me like I don’t know shit I would love to hear about this au

god theres so much to xiv itd be kind of impossible to explain All of it but for the gist of it. soap is a viera who left his home region, the golmore jungle, bc viera men are separated from the women and live more solitary so he was like Nahhh and fucked off to a desert region called dalmasca. some handwavey amount of yrs later dalmasca was conquered by a nation called garlemald and then after the dalmascans tried to rebel, the capital city was uhh Bombed and soap left to join a faction called the bozjan resistance which was Also fighting garlean rule

(deep breath)

ghost is a xaela from the azem steppe which is where all the xaela are split up into a bunch of tribes. ghost is a tumet which doesnt mean a ton but he got to pick his name after surviving a trial when he was 13 yadda yadda. he left the steppe eventually bc Snore and fucked off to a country called sharlayan where he learned how to be a sage aka a Gun Healer but then left sharlayan bc theyre centerists. he went to the eorzean city-state limsa lominsa to join the faction there, the maelstrom, and later the eorzean alliance which is All the city-states from across the world. the alliance then sent people down to... bozja!

(deep breath)

ghost was assigned ? to soaps little unit within the resistance so basically they spent a lot of time going off and fighting shit together and getting closer until the resistance + alliance blew up the Final Boss and then they had vicious adrenaline-fueled sex and got together. ta da

#the infodumpijng.. damn #xiv au