#ramora d'aubigne

[ladyramora]

I wish Tumblr would let me switch my main, or at least let me send asks from my writing account.

Sending asks from my main like (Thancred voice), "This is LadyRamora".

You know what, how would your WoL answer their link pearl? I know wolqotd are Twitter things, but why not do it on Tumblr too.

I think Ram probably answers her link pearl very casually, "Ramora here", "yes?", "you need something?", "what is it, darling?", "this had better be important.", "what do you want now?", "I'm a very busy woman, in high demand, what is it?", "It's very late, I'm very tired and cranky, you had best be asking me to kill something because I'm feeling quite murderous at the moment.", "stop calling, I'm busy."

/hangs up.

Whereas Ger is very serious/formal, "This is Ger.", "Speak.", "What do you need of me?", "I am listening.", "Yes, my lord?", "What is it now, my lord?", "Refrain from ringing my link pearl unless it is urgent.", "the hour is late and I am in no mood.", "If you have nothing of importance to say, I will hear no more." /hangs up.

My girls need their sleep. Don't be calling at all hours XD

#ram rambles #wolqotd #link pearl #this is thancred #my characters #my ocs #Ramora D'aubigne #FFXIV Ger #Germanotta ''Ger'' Lionheart

[ramora-ffxiv]

#ramora d'aubigne #faceapp #gives you more long hair ram #ok bye

[lewd-duskwight]

#ffxiv screenshots #ramora d'aubigne #duskwight

[the-lion-of-house-fortemps]

Practice

"Why must it be me? Can you not practice on Corentiaux?" Ger questions, her pace swift as she goes about finishing up the last few tasks she had for the day.

Ramora hurries after her, having to actually jog a little to match with her, and then walks backwards in front of the knigt. Ger watches her with faint amusement as the duskwight continues to try to convince her. "Because," Ramora draws out the word, twirling to follow after the smaller woman as she sets down the stack of paper in her arms and moves about the room speaking briefly with other knights.

"Corentiaux is too easy! No offense, Corentiaux." Ramora says, flashing the baby faced knight a bright smile.

"None taken," the knight says with a bob of his head. He had been no challenge for the duskwight, after all.

"Hmm. Did you try Francel?" Ger offers distractedly, leafing through reports on her Lord Haurchefant's desk.

Ramora sits on the desk and on one stack of papers that Ger had yet to look over. "I.. tried," the duskwight hedges, looking a tad guilty. "My last visit. Francel still won't look me in the eye and I think he's avoiding me."

Ger reaches for the papers pinned beneath her duskwight friend's behind, attempting to tug them out from underneath without wrinkles or tearing. Ramora watches her struggle for a moment in amusement, then lifts her hip to allow the papers to slip free. 

Ger clears her throat, straightening the papers with a few taps on her Lord's desk.

Ramora flashes her a toothy grin.

"...And Lord Haurchefant?"

Ramora laughs, leaning back on her hands. "A valiant effort, truly! But I am afraid your Lord Haurchefant is just simply too honest and open about his desires and general horniness." It was why they got along so well.

There's a choked off sound of laughter and Ramora glances over at Corentiaux, who was covering up his laughter by coughing into his closed fist, and offers him a cheeky wink.

Ger frowns disapprovingly. It was true, but she should not say it.

Corentiaux clears his throat, shrugging sheepishly as Ger shakes her stack of papers at him. "Well, she does have a point."

Ranora jerks a thumb in his direction. "See? C'mon, Ger! Please." She clasps her hands together and affects a pleading expression. "Please, please, please?"

Ger sighs deeply, rolling her eyes so slight it was barely noticeable unless you were gazing hopefully into her face.

"Why me?"

Ramora beams, looping her arms around the knight and then curling her legs around her as well in a clingy hug as she croons into the flustered knight's rounded ear, "Because you're my favorite! And I know you will be an actual challenge!"

Ger squirms out of her hold, bopping Ramora on the head with her stack of papers, who tucks her tongue between her teeth and looks entirely unrepentant.

"Fine. You've convinced me."

"Yay!" Ramora bounces up, cheering, and darts in to press a lipstick staining kiss to the midlander's cheek. Ger squints at her, already regretting this decision.

....

Ger scrubs at the lipstick mark on her face with a handkerchief to no avail as her duskwight friend sits across from her in a comfortable chair in Ger's quarters.

"How does this work exactly?" Ger asks, balling up the handkerchief and setting it aside. Her cheek is bright pink surrounding the red mark of Ramora's lipstick.

Ramora is only too smug and does not tell her she needs to use soap to get it off. "You're going to try to resist me."

"Easy enough." Ger remarks blandly.

Ramora clutches a hand to her breast at the jab, gasping. "Rude. I could so seduce you!"

"You could try." Ger offers her a slight smile and sits down, far more comfortable to do this in her own room and away from prying eyes.

Ramora sniffs in faux offense, but gets back to the subject at hand. "The point is for me to really have to work for it. I need to practice using it. It can't be too easy. So, you don't want to tell me. Anything. As far as you're concerned, I'm the enemy interrogating you and you're giving me nothing."

Ger nods. "All right."

Ramora flashes her a fanged grin, "Yes! Ok, don't freak out." And closes her eyes.

Ger quirks a brow and then leans abruptly backwards when Ramora opens her eyes again. They were startlingly red.

It starts out easy enough. The questions Ramora ask simple enough for Ger to refuse to answer. But then Ramora cocks her head, impressed and says, "Atta' girl. Shall we go harder then?"

Ger feels a hair raising prickle, a dark presence hovering around her friend that almost has the knight instinctively reaching for her sword. It certainly has the midlander leaning away.

"Come now, darling," Ramora purrs and her voice is rich and smooth. Ohh. This... this was a thrall, wasn't it?

Still, Ger resists and keeps her back straight and pressed to the back of her chair even though she wants to lean forward.

"Won't you tell me things, hmm?" Ramora continues, leaning forward with arms crossed under her breasts to bring attention to her ample cleavage. "Tell me.. what you want. Tell me.. what you need. Tell me your deepest, darkest desires."

Ger glances briefly down, eyebrows furrowing, and then meets the duskwight's compelling red eyed stare with narrow eyes. Her tongue feels strange in her mouth and she has to swallow several times, but she fights through the urge to tell Ramora anything. Especially any of that.

"Damn, you're good," Ramora sighs, twirling her hair. "And here I was hoping I'd finally have a chance at seducing you. I'd make it worth your while." Ramora flutters her eyelashes, running her tongue along her red painted lips. "By the end, you'll be so relaxed you would never know there was such a large stick up your-"

Ger gives a rough ahem. Unimpressed.

Ramora pouts. "Too easy for you? Damn. I suppose I'll just have to... try something else." The duskwight closes her eyes, breathing deep, and when she opens them again the whites of her eyes have turned black. That dark feeling intensifying so strong that Ger feels it crawl across her skin and inspire a rush of shivery bumps.

Ger's reaction is so instinctual that she does not realize she'd drawn a blade until she sees the dagger.

Ramora pushes the pointed bit away from her with her pointer finger, ruby lips twisting as she snarks, "Sorry, darling, I'm not into that sort of penetration. Unless you intend to reimburse me for the act of cutting the clothes off my body, knife play is off the table."

Ger drops the dagger with a clatter onto the table between them, her heart beating fast. "What do you intend to do?'".

Ramora rolls her neck, humming low. "If I tell you it won't be a surprise."

Ger's eyes flicker to her dagger. Ramora notices and reaches out to steal the dagger from her sight. No stabbing today, thank you.

"I do not like surprises," the midlander says, lips thinning.

Ramora smiles wickedly. "You'll like this one." If it worked, that is. "Ok, close your eyes?"

Ger squints as her, suspicious. "Why?"

Ramora groans. "Close them! You're helping me, remember?"

Ger grunts, regretting the decision, and closes her eyes. It is quiet for several moments. And then Ramora says, "You can look now."

Ger opens her eyes, and instantly flinches. She looks around, confused; because the duskwight had disappeared and in her place sat her lord Haurchefant, chin resting on his steepled fingers as he grinned impishly.

Ger blinks slow.

"...What are you up to?" She asks him.

Haurchefant blinks, sitting back, and his lips turn down into a pout. "It didn't work?" He asks.

Ger furrows her brow. "...What didn't?"

Haurchefant blows out a breath, slumping forward in a very unlordly fashion. "The glamour! I'm supposed to look and sound like your heart's desire! Damn, I knew Daemryss was a bloody liar!"

Ger stares hard. This.. was Ramora? Ramora glamoured to look like Ger's... Like Haurchefant. His face, his voice, his body. Ohh. Nno. Ramora could not know of this.

So Ger says nothing, reaching out to pat her - Haurchefant's! - hand.

Ramora sighs, and in Haurchefant's voice, tells her, "Thank you for humoring me." She shakes her head then, eyes falling closed. And in the fraction of a second it takes Ger to blink does the glamour fall away, and the duskwight is herself again.

The midlander allows herself to relax.

"Oh well," Ramora sighs, pushing back her chair and standing up to stretch. "I suppose there had to be someone out there resistant to my many charms. I'm not too upset that it's you." Ramora says, walking around the table to lean down and sling an arm around the midlander. "Want to go get a drink?"

Ger squints at her. "It's the middle of the day."

"So?"

#snippets of ger #ffxiv germanotta #Germanotta Lionheart #ffxiv Ger #Ramora D'aubigne #corentiaux #mentions of francel #mentions of haurchefant #ram using succubus powers #Ger not technically lying #Daemryss is what we call the Succubus freeloading in Ram's body

[rhymingteelookatme]

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Ramoraaaaa! :D She who hath given me the confidence to try actually steamy stuff in my writing, and the confidence to ship ships far and wide! You’re incredible, Ramora, never change :D

#FFXIV #Ramora D'Aubigne #lady Ram #YES IT LADY RAM AND SHE'S AWESOME #ramora-ffxiv

[cherryheartkh]

I've called it : It's 4am and I should fucking go to sleep.

Witch Rose without lineart because I'm stupid.

Kalira taking tea with her mini husbando. Without lineart too because I'm lazy.

I draw Ramora without realizing @ladyramora 👀

Annelia in maid outfit. She call it cosplay.

#final fantasy #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #i should fucking sleep #what is wrong with me #draw or sleep? #wol #warrior of light #rose argencordo #kalira egea #aora #miqo'te #ramora d'aubigne #elezen #annelia kindheart #maid #The stupid adventure of the small miqo'te wol

[textsfromtherisingstones]

Ramora D'aubigne (Diabolos server) and Alisaie Leveilleur. 

#ffxiv #ff14 #texts from last night #warrior of light #alisaie #4.0 spoilers #ramora d'aubigne #submission

[amarioko]

Inktober dump. I'm so far behind why am I still trying lol. Cat - Ger. Food - Ram and Zenos (spaghetti hair pasta cause he's my noodle spaghetti murder husband Idk). Flowers/joy - The twins. (Ali and Alphi) I love them and they deserve flowers. I would make them all the flower crowns.

#inktober #inktober 2017 #Germanotta ffxiv #zenos yae galvus #Ramora d'aubigne #alphinaud #alisaie leveilleur #ffxiv #art dump

[ladyramora]

Zero, Nonbinary

(Talk about gender, gender binary, pronouns, gender fluidity, etc)

Spoilers for Endwalker below the cut ↓↓↓

At this point in time (4:24 pm, March 13th 2023) I haven't gotten this far in MSQ yet, so I hope Zero comes across in character. I wrote this for me & for my nonbinary friends. Especially for my friend, Luke~ @lukeslikefire ❤️ I adore them & their nonbinary OC, Kaoru 💕

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It was not often that Ramora and Zero spent time together alone, but this was one such time that they had been paired together as a duo.

Though Zero was quiet, aloof, and stood a fair distance away from the duskwight, ever so often the elezen could feel the gaze of those gray eyes upon her.

"If you have something to say, you can say it," Ramora says, not bothered in the least by the curiosity of the memoriate.

"Your voidsent," Zero begins.

Ramora's head tilts, mismatched eyes falling upon the smaller form of her companion. "Daemryss?"

Zero tilts that fantastic hat down.

Ramora wondered if she made Zero a little unsettled. Or was it her relationship with Daemryss that did?

"Yes."

Ramora smiles. "What is it you want to know about Daemryss?"

Zero pauses, seeming to think a moment. Mull over the words to be said. "...What made them decide?"

Ramora hums. "On what? Her name? How she likes to be addressed?"

Another pause. "Yes, all of it."

The duskwight turns to look at Zero, hand raising up thoughtful towards her face and painted fingernail tapping at her chin, tracing the scar that curves over her jaw.

"Daemryss was already the name she had chosen by our first meeting. The name she had given to me to address her by. As for her pronouns, her gender... I believe Daemryss was not unlike you. You can decide for yourself, just like Daemryss did, how you like to be called."

Zero seems to be ruminating on the duskwight's words.

"Zero is fine as far as names go," the memoriate murmurs. "I am... uncertain if being addressed the same as your voidsent—as she—is... entirely correct."

Ramora considers that. "There are endless possibilities. If you try it on a while and decide it doesn't suit, you can change your mind. What matters is what feels right to you." Ramora tugs her bejeweled, pointed ear and gestures broadly to her body, all seven-fulm-one of her, curvaceous and muscular, "Hydaelyn knows I've played around with how I present myself plenty, especially since Daemryss came into my life and shared with me certain abilities that can change my form. For a cost, of course. Thankfully I happen to be uniquely qualified for collecting the aether needed to do such a thing."

Zero stares at Ramora in a way that was different from how everyone else looked at her. The duskwight was already forming the opinion that Zero's company was rather pleasant.

"I have friends," Ramora says, "who are fluid, like me. Their gender identity can change depending on how they're feeling day to day. Or, there are those who are genderless. Not conforming to either female or male, but nonbinary."

That seems to pique Zero's interest. "Nonbinary?"

Ramora nods. "Right. They/them, she/they, he/they, they/she, they/he. Pronouns can be anything, really. Or not attached to gender at all. If you say you're nonbinary, you're nonbinary."

Zero looks a little overwhelmed then, that hat tugging down again as the memoriate drops that gray eyed gaze to bore into the floor.

"It's a lot of information, I know," Ramora remarks with sympathy. "Like I said, you don't have to decide right away."

Zero glances to the duskwight. "No. Nonbinary... I like that."

Ramora smiles, dark eyebrows arching up in a pleased manner. She did like helping people, despite how much she grumbled about hero work. "Yeah?"

Zero nods. "Yes."

Ramora laughs. "Well alright!" The duskwight extends her arm out, to shake, "Nonbinary it is."

Zero stares at her hand, then accepts it. "Yes," the memoriate mumbles, looking like the hand in Ramora's grasp would much rather be tugging down that fashionable hat.

Adorable.

"Perhaps," Zero says, when Ramora lets go, "they/she, for now?"

Ramora gazes at Zero as they do indeed tug their hat down. Gloved hands curling and uncurling at her sides.

"Whatever you want, Zero," Ramora replies.

Zero tips their hat back up, looking at the elezen with gray eyes a little wide. Mayhap a little vulnerable.

"...Thank you, Ramora," Zero says.

It may be the most sincere expression of gratitude that had ever graced Ramora's large, keen ears.

Ramora can only smile, tugging at an earring with the impulse to hug her companion, but keeping her distance because they weren't quite there yet.

More than anything, Ramora wanted to respect Zero's body autonomy. To remind Zero of their agency, that the decision was up to her to engage in touch or not.

For all that Ramora's relationship with Zenos had been—was— complicated, the thought that he had used Zero in such a way, to get to Ramora, made the duskwight uncomfortable in a way she disliked.

The elezen could not help but feel she had to make up for it somehow.

"Anytime," Ramora says. Then adds, "Anywhere. Anything."

Zero looks to her. "...Is that so?"

Ramora gazes back, holding that steely stare unflinchingly. "Whatever you need, Zero. You can call on me."

Zero's lips quirk. "...You are strange."

Ramora gives a sharp grin, all teeth.

"I get that a lot."

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A/N: I am by no means an expert in gender identity/expression, pronouns, etc, but I have accepted Zero as nonbinary in my mind. I HC as Zero they/she, but leave it open to interpretation. Luke sees Zero as they/them, and they are valid 💕

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed~

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[ladyramora]

Sapphic Week, Day One:

Good Morning|Yearning

Ship: RamYsayle

Ysayle's POV

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Ysayle's ears twitch, glancing up at the sleepy greetings of Ramora, a yawned "good morning," falling from the other elezen's lurid red lips as the tall duskwight extended a steaming mug of tea in her direction.

Ysayle accepts it. Uttering a quiet, "good morning," in response.

The cold did not bother her as it once did, but that did not mean that she did not still crave warmth. Warmth like the steaming mug of tea in her hand that she gently blew on, and the solid line of warmth that was Ramora pressed close to her side. Truly, the woman exuded heat like a furnace. She was undoubtedly a boon in the cold coerthan climes.

Ysayle could regret now that she had turned down Ramora's offer to share warmth when they were traveling through the frozen highlands. No doubt the warmth she gave off would have warmed Ysayle to her very bones.

The both of them stare out into the quiet beauty of the early morning, sunlight piercing through the fog and reflecting light through the glimmer of dew that made the greenery all the more lush and vibrant.

Ysayle is very aware of the duskwight as she stands still and uncharacteristically quiet by her side. Ramora stood so close, she always did. It seemed the woman had no hesitance or wariness to her at all, no matter that they had been on opposing sides not too long ago. Friend or foe, it did not seem to matter to Ramora.

Their hands brush as they shift with the changing wind, and Ysayle grips her cup all the tighter with the overwhelming urge to reach out and take Ramora's hand in hers. To apologize for being so cold and distant when all the duskwight wanted was to be closer to her.

More regret was how icy she had been in putting walls up between them, in pushing the other woman away whilst demanding space.

Perhaps this was a quiet bit of defiance, Ysayle muses with the barest tug at the corner of her mouth as she gazes at the taller woman's beautiful profile as she is bathed in the first warm rays of the morning light. Ysayle had demanded distance but here Ramora was; still stubbornly at her side. Close enough to reach out and touch, if Ysayle so chooses.

Ysayle takes a swallow of tea that was still too hot, and her fingers twitch as she makes up her mind to reach out. To take Ramora's hand and tangle their fingers together. To draw the taller woman to her and kiss her until that usual smile curled her lips, until she was laughing that low, breathy laugh that made Ysayle's skin prickle with shivers.

She is too late to do so, however, as Ramora draws away at that moment, leaving Ysayle cold as the warmth her presence brought with her was quickly snatched away by a strong gust of chilly morning wind.

Ysayle cups her hands over her tea, finding the warmth lacking now that Ramora had put distance between them.

"Shall we start the day, darling?" Ramora turns back to say, her voice barely above a murmur.

Ysayle's heart squeezes in her breast. No, she wants to say. Come here. Hold my hand in yours, drag me close and kiss me like you did before. She was even wanting for that silly pet name that Ramora had given her. Snowdrop.

Ysayle wondered if Ramora knew what it meant in the language of flowers. New beginnings, hope, rebirth. The ability to overcome challenges.

"Yes," Ysayle says, because they had made a plan, and because she was a coward. Snowdrop, indeed.

She was too afraid to overcome this challenge.

Because Ramora was not supposed to be anything more than a passing amusement, a bit of fancy before she reunited with her one true love.

Ysayle had been the one that wanted to put distance between them. All the better that they were distant, that it was a cleaner break when she needed to end things once and for all. She knew it would only hurt her—that it would hurt the both of them—should she allow Ramora any closer. To indulge her in any illusions that their relationship could go any further than what it was.

Why then did Ysayle yearn for more?

Why did she want Ramora to turn around and push for more? To swagger up to her with that insufferable, aggravating confidence and seduce her just as she had the very first time?

Ysayle turns her face towards the chilly bite of the wind, her heart pounding in her chest just imagining it.

"Enough of this," she tells herself quietly, and tips back the rest of her tea in one long swallow that burns the whole way down.

#xivsapphicweek #xivsapphics #LadyRamora writes #Ram/Ysayle #Ramora x Ysayle #Ramora D'aubigne #ysayle dangoulain #established relationship #yearning #Ysayle still be wanting that dragon lovin but Ram has got her confused

[ladyramora]

Snagged from Twitter friendo, thought it might be fun for Tumblr, too.

Ram is ever ready 💕💙💋

#oc kiss marry f*ck #ramora d'aubigne #feel free to steal and do your own

[ladyramora]

#ffxiv endwalker spoilers #endwalker spoilers #final fantasy xiv: endwalker #ffxiv ew spoilers #Ramora D'aubigne #g'raha tia #i don't think I've posted these #G'raha is one of Ram's ships #first catboy we ever loved tbh #back in the days of CT #duskwight elezen #female elezen #ffxiv spoilers

[ladyramora]

okay, out of ALL the big NPC ships you have with Ramora, if she could only smash ONE of them (Zenos, Foulques, Ysayle, G'raha or Hermes) which one would she pick? (note: she can smash her pick as many times as she wants, but she can only pick ONE of them) And why?

Zenos because he matches Ram the best. He loves to fight, she loves to fight. He's bit unhinged, she's a bit unhinged. He's gorgeous, she's gorgeous. They're mutually obsessed with each other.

Power couple, yo.

She needs someone who can keep up with her stamina-wise. Who won't give into exhaustion or die from her ridiculous libido and battle horniness. She has too much stamina for the average person. 😔

They beat the crap outta each other, then tear their clothes off and go at it, idk

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Ram probably has to seduce Zenos first to even get him interested in sex at all, but I think if anyone can spark his interest, it would be his obsession (the WoL).

#ram replies #Ram x Zenos #Ramora x Zenos #Ramnos #Zenmora #ramora d'aubigne #zenos yae galvus

[ladyramora]

https://twitter.com/bestofchastains/status/1613284880221368321?t=l4fmzqDhlsoAvjRxPFEMkQ&s=19

Saw this funny video on Twitter of jessica chastain and aubrey plaza reacting to thirst tweets so ofc I had to recreate it with Ram and Ger

#i am obsessed with my own OCs #FFXIV Ger #Germanotta ''Ger'' Lionheart #ramora d'aubigne

[ladyramora]

If Ramora was captured and being interrogated, how would she react and deal with it? I’m curious because I was watching Helluva boss and couldn’t help but think that Ramora and Lolz would do the same thing as Blitzo and Moxxie did in their situation. Like exactly what they did, down to Ramora saying ‘Mommy likey Dummy’ and that she would take someone’s mother out for a fun time and lolz giving an obnoxiously long coffee order. But I wasn’t sure, so I figured I’d ask.

I had to go watch it on YouTube because I haven't watched Helluva Boss yet, but yes I think it would be very similar to that lol.

Ram and Lolz as demons? I do have an AU where Ram is a demon (closest thing to a succubus in that AU ofc).

Ram would be snarking and making sexual jokes if she was tied up & being interrogated. Like "Ropes? Kinky" and "I don't usually let anyone tie me up on the first date". And "maybe we would like it too much. I do like I rough" XD

Yes, Ram is very much "you're stupid, I like that in a man" lol

Mom's gotta have fun, too. Ram would be taking them out for a good time.

Oh no, the long Starbucks order lmao XD

I'll have to watch some Helluva Boss at some point, it looks funny.

#ram replies #ramora d'aubigne #Ram and Lolz

[ladyramora]

👀

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

Ramora knows she's attractive. Proven and tested many a time. Much confidence. She agrees, she thinks she's really pretty. Thanks for noticing. She's a bit vain, but she does have bountiful curves balanced with her muscle from adventuring. Plus, she's tall with legs for days.

Of course she's used it to her advantage many a time. Sex appeal. Reconnaissance. Extraction of information through seduction. Sometimes you can just flaunt what you got a little and get free stuff. She won't complain.

Ger does not really think about such things. She's a knight first and foremost, her body a tool used to protect and serve her lord and his House. Perhaps to some, the shape of her body can be pleasing. She may be flat of chest but she has more curves towards her hips and thighs. She also happens to be quite muscular from her dedicated training, if one happens to be into that.

Has she used it to her advantage? Mayhaps she has. She would do anything for her lord, after all. It is nore likely in the Villains and Heroes AU, however. Ger would go to any lengths for Haurchefant, a less morally upright Ger is even more dangerous.

#ask game #🔥 piping hot oc asks 🔥 #ramora d'aubigne #ffxiv Ger #Germanotta ''Ger'' Lionheart #my characters