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ainyan · 2 years

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Monstrous

Her skin was normal, unblemished - rich indigo patterned with obsidian scales and speckled with pinprick freckles that glowed like stars in the sky that had once gazed down upon the Light-torn lands of Norvrandt. To the average eye, she looked the same as she always had - tiny and delicate, a small, slim Au Ra - or Drahn, as they called her people here - dark of skin and scale, with indigo eyes rimmed in glowing lavender.

They did not see what she saw; beneath her skin seethed a morass of blighted Light, monstrous and tainted, gnawing at her soul, shattering it to crystalline shards. They did not see in her the architect of their doom, the reason behind the sudden resurgence of Light in the sky, the dampening of the sunless sea that she herself had brought back, only to steal it away once more.

They did not understand the danger - simply by existing, she had become that which she most abhorred - a villain, a monster. If the Light overtook her, she would become a sin eater. A Lightwarden. No. A Primal of the Light, beyond anything that the men and women of this world had ever beheld. Her power would be on par with the greatest of the primals - Hydaelyn and Zodiark.

They did not know how she had failed them. She had failed in her duty. She had failed to contain the Light. And so the Light still burned beneath her skin, seared across her soul; with every breath she took, the danger grew. At any moment she might turn, become the enemy. Or worse, her Light might start bleeding over, corrupting those around her like a Primal tempers the unprotected. She had to go. Had to leave.

She had to die. And better she kill herself in ridding the First of the Light she bore than turn and force those who once called her friend to slay her instead, risking their own souls and sanity in turn. Worse, there would be no guarantee they or anyone else would have the strength of arms or will to take on the woman who held the Light of five Lightwardens in her battered, shattered soul.

So she would go in silence. In secret. She would beard Emet-Selch in his lair within the Tempest and she would free the Exarch from his clutches, then she would find a way to cast herself into the rift, as G’raha Tia had intended to do. Her friends - her family - would live on to fight the good fight, and she would have fulfilled her ultimate duty in forestalling the Eighth Umbral Calamity. With his plans in tatters and missing one-third of his triumvirate of unsundered, hopefully it would take Emet-Selch long enough to hatch a new plan that her soul would be reborn, and a new Warrior of Light would take up her mantle.

“So, this is where thou art.”

No. No, no, NO!

She didn’t want to turn. If she didn’t see them, then they couldn’t stop her. She would take the amaro, she would fly to the Tempest, and she would see an end to this. She would not risk them - her friends, her family.

She would not risk him.

“Kal’istae.” His voice jolted her; her soul cracked and fizzled beneath the weight of corrupted light and she clutched at her breast, gritting the teeth against the pain. “Kal’istae! Wake up!”

Wake up?

She felt his hands on her shoulders - lean, strong, iron in their grip as they bore down and shook her forcefully. “Wake up! It’s only a nightmare! Gods - she’s like ice. Raha!”

G’raha? But he’s not here - Emet-Selch had stolen him, taken him away. And she could not hate him for it; the Exarch would have died otherwise. But he couldn’t be…

“Ah, Kali, my dear, awaken.” That soft, soothing voice, gentle but with an underlying core of solid adamant. This was wrong! He was not here. A trick - an Ascian trick to prevent her from her duty… Her spine arched, cracking as she fought the restraining hands. “Gods! Thancred, hold her!”

She heard a grunt. “I’m trying! She’s so infernally strong! Kali, godsdamnit, wake up! Gods, what memory is this?”

Warmth flooded her - more aether? More Light! Gods, no - she’ll turn, she’ll turn and they’re too close, too close! “Let go!” she screamed hoarsely. “Let me go before I turn! I will not kill you - I would rather kill myself!”

Hands bore down on her wrists - slender, almost delicate in form, but the steely grip would not be broken no matter how she twisted. “Are you saying this is the Echo? Gods, Kali!”

“Back away.” The voice was commanding, throaty and rich with just a hint of purr to it. She felt the hands at her wrists fall away, but those on her shoulders remained. “Thancred, move.”

There was a grunt as she struggled against his hold. “I can take a little cold water, Shtola. Do it!”

That was the only warning she had. The next moment, her world was frigid and icy, the shock of it driving her out of her dream and back into reality. Her eyes shot open, pupils so pinpointed the whole eye seemed made of indigo and amethyst, and she shrieked as she was torn from uneasy sleep into the waking world.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #wol x thancred #wol x thancred x g'raha #kal'istae miurani #memories echoing back #echo dreams

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songsforotpshit · 2 years

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#wol x thancred x g'raha #wol x g'raha x thancred #ffxiv wol #warrior of light ffxiv #g'raha tia #thancred waters #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy #Spotify

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tekstelart · 1 month

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Found family

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nights-at-crystarium · 7 months

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✧✦✧ "Fragments" - episode 30 ✧✦✧

This hero's deaf to the loud cries for salvation, but a gentle plea of a friend will reach him. Probably.

New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon

#ffxiv #vivien rell #crystal exarch #g'raha tia #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #feo ul #ran'jit #thancred waters #ryne waters #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #own: next lvl

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necromeowncy · 1 year

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"The Mark." 💋

#help i spent 3 hours on this and I'm cracking up #this is so dumb #enjoy!! lol #wolgraha #wol x g'raha tia #wolraha #g'raha tia #wolexarch #elezen #thancred waters #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #urianger augurelt #ffxiv gpose #visual novel #gpose #my poses #aedric vaillencourt #AedRaha

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valenicedavereaux · 9 months

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The Return from Ultima Thule

#wolgraha #grahatia #gposers #g'raha tia #wol x g'raha tia #thancred #tataru #urianger #yshtola #alphinaud #alisaie

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zoeyslayter · 5 months

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Introducing my FFXIV Character

For more information on her backstory, refer to this post!

These pics are old but here you go! She's been through a lot.

Name: Xina Modazi Race: Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon Class: Red Mage (Main) Likes: Cactaur, tea, Fenrir (ironic isn't it), pretty women, Nanamo Ul Namo Dislikes: Estinien, having to fight Fenrir :(, the fact that Thancred gets all the pretty women Additional Notes:

Is in a polyamorous relationship with Thancred and G'raha Tia. She's okay with Thancred having relations with other women but she does get jealous. Not of the women; of him getting the women.

Since the assassination of Nanamo she has taken up Archery/Barding, Conjuring, and Lancing as well as Astrology.

Absolutely traumatized by having to fight a guy possessing Thancred's body

Also traumatized by the death of Nanamo Ul Namo

Just traumatized tm

Freezing her tail of in Ishgard.

I am at the VERY BEGINNING of Heavensward! PLEASE NO SPOILERS!

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lovehotelreservation · 7 months

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Thrust System - Trust System [6/7]

Summary: While delving into the depths of a dungeon, you wanted to be sure that your companions were people that you could trust and who would have your back.

In this case, they’d also have your ass too.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Thancred/G’raha/F!Reader/Urianger/Estinien

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What a journey it had been.

Not only within the maddened frenzy that led up to your time here at the Lunar Palace, but simply overall.

In the span of your adventure thus far–whether through hard-fought victory seized by your unwavering spirit or punishing failure that left you humbled and perhaps even scarred–you learned to adapt to any situation as necessary with the various abilities and skills you had attained and honed, whether on your own or under the wing of a mentor.

If you were going to keep your loved ones safe, this was absolutely crucial.

If Estinien needed to be healed while the others were busy squaring off with the foul creatures of a dungeon, you were ready to conjure Cure to salve his wounds.

If Thancred or G’raha needed more force to send a magitek monstrosity crumbling down, just a wave of your hand to call upon the power of the Ifrit was all you needed.

And it wasn’t to say that you were ill prepared to ever draw the ire of a vicious beast to mitigate its assault and attention away from Urianger while he gathered his magic to raise up a shield for your party.

You were quite handy with a sword and shield, in fact.

However, with no armor, no clothes, only time would soon tell and witness how you were going to withstand this encroaching and relentless barrage that was meant to target you and you alone.

Naked, weakened from being constantly subjected to the whims of your unorthodox prison, flushed and at a loss for breath–you could only do your best to cover your nude form with your hands while you inspected the faces of your dearest companions.

Merely phantoms drawn forth by the palace’s zealots, your giggling and mischievous phantom copies dissipated into the air the moment they set foot into the throne room after fulfilling their goal. A goal that was currently unbeknownst to you, but one that needed no further explanation.

With each step they took towards you, darkened eyes contrasting with the vibrant pink glow of their bracelets, having the four fully focused on your body as they drank in the sight of your present blushing distress made matters become increasingly clear:

One way or another, you were going to be taking on Thancred, G’raha, Urianger, and Estinien.

Considering you looked to be the most level-headed one out of everyone’s crazed states, you could have called each of them to reason, to snap out of their stupor and break free from the influence of the bracelets.

But how could you when your body was the most affected by the palace’s contraptions?

Your companions still had the strength to stand and step forward.

You were left on the floor, wondering and yearning for who would make the first move and finally relieve the ache that was possessing your body.

Would it be Thancred, with his once roguish Casanova ways stirring from slumber to leave you squirming beneath his teasing and experienced touch as he whispered utter filth into your ear before having you bear the might of his thrusts, now strengthened by his might and experience as a Gunbreaker?

With how poor G’raha was at hiding his feelings for you, it would be little surprise if he were to so much as pounce right at you to demonstrate his long-harbored yearning by flooding your core full with his seed.

As for Urianger, you were well aware that even he–with his impeccable grace and immeasurable patience–could only maintain his near saintly composure for so long before he would beseech to bury his face between your thighs.

And certainly not to be forgotten, Estinien deemed you as his partner for a reason and so it was certain that he would make sure that you remember how the shape of his cock would feel inside of you.

The answer as to who would be first and finally bring you relief was not coming fast enough, and thus, after gathering your thoughts, you finally spoke up at last, your voice soft yet heavy with need,

“Will you all help me?”

They replied all at once.

Armor clanked against the floor while a flurry of clothes soon joined, with hungry lips claiming yours and their hands meeting your body even faster.

The four surrounded you, crowding around where you were currently sitting on the floor of the throne room.

Knights to their majesty, disciples to their god–there was reason for this all to transpire within the center of the throne room of the once dignified and anointed Lunar Palace, which had witnessed decades upon decades of this very ritual across time with the likes of nobles, army commanders, to even more daring members of The Forum looking for thrills outside of scrolls and regulation.

Now, it was you and the men you loved with all your heart.

Your lips were claimed by G’raha’s in the neediest of kisses as his tongue was desperate to plunge into your mouth for a sample of your taste. For Estinien, he already had a handful of your breasts, groping your flesh and pinching at your nipples.

Urianger was occupied with kissing along your neck while his fingers–ever experienced with flicking through the cards of his tarot deck–were preoccupied with feathering and circling over your clit. This worked in tandem with Thancred, who had damn near slid across the floor in order to plant his face right in-between your thighs, his experienced tongue dragging and stroking along your drooling core.

A bit of relief for the overwhelming ache that was wracking through your body, which–within your crumbling sense of mind–you sought to return the favor by bringing your hands to grasp at and caress G’raha’s and Urianger’s stiff cocks. And with the added attention of Estinien and Thancred amidst your overwhelmed state, between a few kisses, caresses and licks, it was not long until you were arching your back with a cry as you were brought to orgasm.

The first of many for this ritual.

Especially as Thancred did not hesitate to lift himself up off the ground to kneel before you instead, his fingers reaching for the base of his cock while he readied to slide his thick girth right into your core. A delighted hiss escaped him as he was quickly welcomed by hot, velvety tightness.

“Now this was worth sprinting all over this damn dungeon for.”

His arms wrapping tight around you, Thancred drew your body close against him as he quickly began to push into your core at a vigorous pace, stealing a kiss from your lips as he did so. At the same time, he proceeded to lift you up so he could be the one to lay on the ground instead, keeping you right on top of his toned and chiseled form instead.

With the pop of a bottled salve followed by heavy and heady breath, G’raha coated his dick as fully as he could with the thick and viscous solution, his ears perked and tail swirling with anticipation, all while his crimson eyes were trained on your backside, his heart fluttering at the idea of fantasy becoming reality. Of course, while his mind had long since succumbed to the influence of the Lunar Palace, he still was careful with applying the salve’s contents upon the tight ring of your asshole.

“If relief is what you need, then I gladly pledge to be used at your desire.”

He meant to be more thorough, but the helpless mewl for him to start fucking you from your lips had his mind going blank, his hands clutching at your hips, his lips seeking your neck, and his cock plunging right into your ass. By contrast to Thancred, the pace he began to work himself into was slower yet focused more on pushing in as deeply as he could, wanting nothing more than to savor this sensation, this moment of being one with you at long last.

And certainly, not and never to be left out, Urianger and Estinien were already standing close by, delighting in any kiss from your lips or strokes of your palm upon their dicks. While you were much too preoccupied with getting hammered into by your other companions, they were biding their time for their turn.

Because both were going to devastate you thoroughly.

Over and over, plunging in and out in tandem, it wasn’t long until both Thancred and G’raha were pouring their hot sticky cum inside your core and your ass–the former with a roared curse while the latter with a delighted hiss–as you squealed with your own orgasm.

You sagged right on Thancred’s chest, taking comfort for the touch of his hand stroking your side while G’raha kissed along your shoulder blades.

“Surely, your stamina can go a few more rounds, right partner?”

What you felt next was the warmth of G’raha’s body heat dissipating from behind as he withdrew out from you, just before you found yourself being carried and lifted to be sandwiched upright in-between Urianger and Estinien as they stood, with the former purring out,

“And rest assured, for all that we shalt subject thou to, I will dedicate mine spirit to healing your aches and satisfying your indulgences.”

Estinien’s hands were cradling your ass as he lowered you right onto his long, stiff cock, with Urianger sliding his dick into your core soon afterwards, the two in unison as they speared inside of you at a brisk rhythm.

You scrambled for more support, more contact, more touch. Your arms wrapped around Urianger’s neck as you drew him in for a kiss, which he was more than happy to oblige. Were it not for Estinien’s sturdy arms having hooked beneath your thighs both to help keep you up and to keep your legs parted and open for the two to freely pump their cocks in and out of you, you would have hugged around your darling scholar’s waist as well.

Regardless, you remained spoiled by the stark contrast between the two.

Lips ever so used to speaking in flowery elegance danced upon yours for kisses while teeth that once bore the fangs of draconic possession sought to leave bitten claim upon the side of your neck.

Soft and slender fingers that were more familiar with strumming through countless tomes sought to circle around and toy with your nipples whereas hands that were roughened by a life of harvest and battle continued to cup and grope your breasts.

Trapped in-between Urianger and Estinien as you were made to bounce on their cocks, a glance to the side had you witness Thancred and G’raha hungrily awaiting for your attention while both stroked along the length of their stiff dicks.

What had transpired thus far was merely a sampling.

The true feast was yet to come.

It was by this thought that your eyes rolled, your lips cried, your body trembled.

Right after this orgasm was when time began to blur in overwhelming euphoric delirium.

You could recall the sight of G’raha’s hand grasping at the back of yours as you remained on your hands and knees while he was positioned right behind you, a gasped chant of your name matching the hurried tempo of his thrusts as he continued to pump your core full with his seed without restraint.

At some point you found yourself in the middle yet again, kept standing by Thancred pounding away into you near endlessly from behind, his hands gripping your wrists with ease while your body sagged before him in pleasure all while your mouth was fed with the full length of Urianger’s dick as his fingers stroked through your hair as his breathless praises mingled with Thancred’s cheeky ones.

The sensation of Estinien’s lips smothering yours for kisses was practically etched onto your body, especially as he continued to have you bounce up and down his dick while you were seated on his lap, his hands guiding your pace as they fondled and squeezed your ass.

By this point, the lascivious clutch of the palace’s wicked influence had long since waned. What transpired now and onwards was simply the pursuit of pleasure, the fulfillment of instinct, and–most of all–the release of amorous feelings that had long been trapped away, obscured by a myriad of reasons. Your journey thus far brought you here to seek passage to the moon. Yet as you remained in the center between the four who made your adventure, your life that much more complete, you would only continue to see heaven and its stars over and over again.

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i was originally going to conclude everything on this chapter but i thought it was better to properly wrap things up by adding another piece--esp with how long this chapter had taken to finally be finished and posted ; v ; thank you so much for your patience and i hope to see you all for the conclusion!!!

#thancred x reader #thancred x wol #g'raha tia x wol #g'raha tia x reader #urianger x wol #urianger x reader #estinien x wol #estinien x reader #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #thancred waters #g'raha tia #urianger augurelt #FFXIV #reader insert #Thrust System #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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friendlyeorzean · 5 months

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just two dads, their adopted bunny son and his catboyfriend :3

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karoiseka · 3 months

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Day 5 of #8DaysofXIVLove ! Pragma. Longstanding or Enduring love. Karo and Thancred had a bit to go before actually fully confessing feelings, but the basis was there for a long time. Here's a journey:

#ffxiv #8DaysofXIVLove #karoiseka #thancred #thancred x wol #and three makes a chorus #error: G'raha not found #These were fun to do!!#even if I got all but those last set done and ... blanked on how to “end” it #I'm happy with it #looking to the horizon #and new adventures!

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ainyan · 2 years

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An Introduction

Name: Kal’istae Miurani (Kali)

Race: Au Ra (Xaela)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Age: 24 (1.0)

24/29 (2.0) (Do you age in the Rift?)

27/32 (6.0) (Headcanon of 3 years passed since 2.0)

(More below the split - mild spoilers, lots of rambling. Read at your own risk (of boredom XD))

Notable features: Indigo skin, obsidian scales, violet eyes with lavender limbal rings, pale lavender freckles on nose and cheeks (limbal rings and freckles glow slightly)

Background: Kal’istae does not remember anything before the moment that she reappeared in Ul’dah approximately five years after the Seventh Umbral Calamity. Standing on that cliff overlooking the Jewel of the Desert, she remembered little of her past beyond a name that might or might not have been her own. Driven by a burning desire to do, she approached the city. When Wymond asked if she was a new adventurer, his question resonated deep in her soul, and the rest was fate.

Although others have come to recognize her as one of the heroes saved by Archon Louisoix at the Battle of Carteneau, neither they nor she remembers much else, nor has any clan or family come forward to claim her as their own. She did discover that the Miurani were one of those Xaela clans unfortunate enough to make first contact with the Ishgardians during their flight from the Garleans - meaning that if Miurani is her clan, it was unlikely that many, if any, had survived.

Personality: Kal’istae Miurani is outwardly a cheerful, pleasant woman with a positive outlook on life, filled with hope and confidence.

Inside, nothing could be further from the truth. Her lack of past weighs heavily on her and she often feels cast adrift and disconnected from everyone else in her life. The fact that so many rely upon her strength of arms and magic only increases the sensation of being alone, as few seem to care for her as a person, but only as a tool. The revelations on the First and later in Elpis have only widened this gulf. As a result, despite her willingness to sacrifice everything to help those in need, only a very select few have ever won past her outward emotional shields to see the morass of self-doubt and unhappiness that lurks within and understand the cost of what they ask.

Of those few who have seen the true Kal’istae, foremost are the Scions, although it took until their travails in the First for them to be fully aware of the true nature of their companion. Nanamo, too, has gotten a heavy glimpse of the Kali within, as well as Lord Edmont Fortemps and Lucia Junius. Ryne, Gaia, and Feo Ul are fully aware of Kali’s struggles, while Yugiri Mistwalker and Severian Lyctor have more than some suspicions. The Seedseers know that she hides much of herself from them thanks to the Elementals, but they are unaware of how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Kal’istae has a deep sense of loyalty that drives her to hold fast to her roles of Champion of Eorzea and Savior of the Star, although she feels little connection to the former other than the fierce convictions of those she holds most dear. It is for them that she drives herself to the brink of breaking again and again to preserve the people for whom they would sacrifice in turn, as well as for those tenuous connections she has forged amongst the peoples of the star.

Relationships: Though Kal’istae keeps most everyone at arm’s length, some few have made it closer:

Thancred is most notable for having stolen her heart; she loves him to what she considers a frightening degree and she struggles to believe he truly loves her in return.

She also loves G’raha Tia, although her affection for him is more mutable and less consuming. He is her best friend, and he and she and Thancred have begun nibbling at the edges of making it something more.

Y’shtola has become an older sister to her, while Urianger fills the role of younger brother, irrespective of their actual ages. Both Alisaie and Alphinaud also hit on that younger-sibling scale - much to Alisaie’s disgruntlement.

F’lhaminn has taken on an aunt/mother-role; she recognizes that Kal’istae desperately needs a mother-figure in her life, and after everything Kali had done for her in regards to Minfilia and Niellefresne, she wants nothing more than to see Kali happy and secure, with Thancred if possible. Ameliance has also started to take an active interest in seeing that Kal’istae has the female support she needs.

Gaia and Ryne are like her much younger sisters; she refuses to consider them daughters, but they look up to her as an older-sister/mother figure and she is fierce in her desire to protect and nurture them.

Her work as Severian’s assistant/apprentice earned her his respect; her quiet, steadfast support following his failure to resurrect his lost love and her efforts on behalf of F’lhaminn have earned her his trust. He fills the niche of uncle/older-brother for her and keeps a close eye on her and Thancred.

Until Thancred managed to convince her to try an exclusive relationship, Kal’istae entertained a FWB relationship with Jacke and Brithael and occasionally with Lorens. Though she’s withdrawn from their beds, they still remain close friends. Jacke in particular keeps a close eye on her; he loves Thancred like a brother and is grateful to her for bringing the ex-wharf rat back into his life.

She is quite friendly with the Alliance leaders, although she saves her deepest affections for Nanamo, having enjoyed a much closer relationship with the Ul’dahn Sultana than any of the others. She is also close to Aymeric due to their time together in Ishgard, but she tries to keep him at a distance ever since Thancred suggested that the affections of the Lord Commander might be a bit more than just platonic.

She doesn’t know what to make of Magnai or Sadu; both Xaela seem to expect her to understand more about her own people, and that expectation emphasizes just how much she lost in the Rift. So she spends an inordinate amount of time avoiding them.

It took her a long time to warm to Gaius Baelsar - and it took him an equally long time to warm to her. They were the ultimate nemeses for so long - it was hard for each of them to grasp that he was only ever a pawn in Lahabrea’s hand. Her help with the Weapon Project helped to ease them towards acceptance; his devotion to his family softened her heart towards him and now they are tentatively taking steps towards friendship.

Her feelings about Emet-Selch are incredibly tangled; she knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that who she once was was special to him, special in the way that she is special to Thancred, to G’raha Tia. She’s seen him through Hythlodaeus’s eyes, seen him through her own eyes, and it’s hard to reconcile the noble, fierce advocate of the well-being of the Star with the arrogant, broken creature she fought on the First. But in the end, she cannot deny - what he did, he did for love - love of the Star, love of Hythlodaeus, love of Azem. And that is a motivation she understands too well. So she hopes that he will remain happy and whole with his Hythlodaeus, and that they both will be reborn together someday. And she is grateful to have known him.

There are others who are slowly gravitating towards her inner circle: Scholarch Montichaigne, Adius and Mab (OCs from Garlemald), Estinien, Vrtra, and Krile.

Motivations: First and foremost, Kal’istae is motivated by adventure and learning. She wants to go, she wants to do, she wants to know, and it’s not always in that order. She also has an incredibly strong sense of her own martial power and understands instinctively that her incredible strength and skill mean that she has a responsibility to protect those who cannot protect themselves, especially from threats that only she can face. Like the Ancients, she too is driven by the concept of Duty, and her duty is not only that of the Warder, but the Wanderer.

Dreams: Kal’istae dreams of being admitted to the Studium in Sharlayan. More than anywhere else in the world that she has traveled, it is here that she has felt most at home. Thancred has thoughts in that direction - spurred by the knowledge that his own master would be delighted to have such a powerful protege in his hand. She also dreams of bridging the gap between worlds and making it possible for Thancred and G’raha Tia to visit those they love on the First. Her final dream is to free Garlemald from the vestiges of war and help its citizens determine the path of their own future, free from the tyranny of the Ascians and the Galvus dynasty.

Hobbies: Kal’istae makes plushes, and specializes in plushes of people she knows and minions and mounts she’s collected. Her plushes are highly prized among her friends; she gives them away only rarely, and they almost always indicate a special regard from her. She’s particularly proud of her Scion plushes and sleeps with the Thancred plush she made after he returned to them in Ishgard. Thancred still hasn’t managed to convince her to make him a Kali plush to sleep with in return; he’s trying, though.

OOC Notes: Kal’istae is not my original Legacy character; that character has long been abandoned. She is my main RP alt, and so ICly has done everything that my main play character has done (so, everything).

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv wol #kal'istae miurani #wol x thancred #wol x thancred x g'raha #mild ffxiv spoilers

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sharlayandropout · 4 months

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Caught

Part I

Part II here

#zefraha #zefraha 5.0 #wolgraha #wol x g'raha tia #g'raha tia #gpose fics #elezen #duskwight #ffxiv scions #thancred #urianger #ffxivdialoguemaker

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tahri-nhupuju · 2 years

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#ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #ffxiv thancred #ffxiv urianger #thancred x urianger #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #estinien wyrmblood #g'raha tia #y'shtola rhul #wol #moenbryda wilfsunnwyn #eclipse #tahri x y'shtola #meme

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nights-at-crystarium · 1 year

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ShB and Fragments in a nutshell

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paintedscales · 1 month

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Excerpt: Slow Dancing

Posting for the XIV Swap Discord's Prompt of the Day of 'Slow Dancing.'

Comes from an older work before I really started working on building Nomin's character. So...may feel off to what I present of her current iteration.

Originally written July 27, 2022.

When the gala came into full swing, Estinien had become the reclusive wallflower that he normally was when it came to scenarios involving multiple people. Nomin, on the other hand, had been all too happy to see both Alphinaud and Alisaie dressed to the nines, pulling the twins in for a more familial hug. As it stood, she felt more like a mother to the teens than a peer -- a proud mother of two teens who could fight and fend for themselves, as well as have their wit and knowledge put most scholars to shame.

The first dance between the former Scions was, of course, with G’raha Tia. The well-versed miqo’te who was all too eager to share a dance with Nomin when the subject was brought up. G’raha sported a rather fetching black suit with a red kerchief and some crystal blue accents embedded in gold to further accent and tie the look together. Their dance was bubbly and filled with a jovial kind of playfulness that the two complemented each other on.

Seamlessly, Nomin had taken the hand of Thancred, who had dressed himself nicely in a white suit with navy accents. The dance with Thancred was a little more slow -- intimate, even. Not in an uncomfortable way, though Nomin did feel a little awkward even if Thancred’s dance seemed elegant and well-practiced. Must have come from his days as a ladies’ man -- or rather working covertly and playing his part to gather intel.

Soon came the time for Nomin to have been passed to someone else -- and who other than young Alphinaud to take up being her dance partner? For a blessing, Nomin had been able to witness Alphinaud execute his dance steps with aplomb. He was dressed in a faded blue suit with a white dress shirt underneath. It was apparent he put effort into dressing for the occasion.

Unfortunately, Alphinaud’s time was cut relatively short as Alisaie took an opportunity to cut in between them and take up Nomin’s hands within her own. She was dressed in a coral halter dress that ruffled out and allowed her freedom to move her legs -- ever so typical of Alisaie to even have something formal that could let her run if need be. However, Alisaie’s dance steps were a little more erratic with less direction. It seemed only one of the Leveilluers had paid attention to whatever dance lessons were held in their home.

Eventually, Nomin was finally passed on to Urianger, who was dressed more in formal robes befitting his role as an Astrologian. They were gorgeous, and the silk that Nomin felt was luxuriant under her fingertips. Unlike her previous dance partners, Urianger seemed a little out of sorts when he danced with Nomin, though through no fault of either of them. It seemed that Urianger’s time in his tomes and seeking of knowledge, he spared little time to dance, which led to some awkward steps. Nomin, however, giggled and told Urianger not to worry too much about it before they took to a more slow dance with one another that allowed for minimal leading of either of them.

With a gentle passing, and a soft and chivalrous kiss to the back of Nomin’s hand from Urianger, she was then passed on to Y’shtola. The miqo’te was very particular about how she did not dance, though she did anyway with Nomin in tow. Y’shtola was dressed in an elegant black dress, something that showcased the natural beauty of her that Nomin admittedly always found herself a little envious of. But to dance with her dressed so elegantly? Nomin was happy to know that both she and Y’shtola were perhaps two of the most beautiful dancers -- even if the dancing itself was poorly done.

After Nomin’s dance with Y’shtola did Estinien finally -- finally -- peel himself from the wall he had planted himself against to approach the pair. Of course, Y’shtola was all too happy to let someone else have a chance at dancing with the Xaela woman, and Nomin had brightened up significantly when she saw Estinien approach her. It was evident by the way Nomin’s tail flicked up with delight, and as she happily took up Estinien’s hand within her own.

“You looked to have been thoroughly enjoying yourself,” Estinien spoke, his voice loud enough for Nomin to hear. She smiled and scoffed, following Estinien’s lead as he danced intimately with her. They started slowly, and he was fine with that, it allowed him more time to gaze down upon Nomin and take in her appearance -- drink it in as if he would never see her again.

“Of course. So many of my best friends I made here in Eorzea are here, and I got to dance with them,” Nomin replied gently. She then gazed up at Estinien. “Of course… there’s also you. We’ve been here quite some time, granted, but it gladdens me that you actually showed up despite seemingly not really wanting to come.”

“If it means I can see you again, I suppose I can endure a little public humiliation…” Estinien said with a soft scoff.

“Is that what this is?” Nomin asked with a slight tease to her tone.

“Hmph…” Estinien’s typical demeanor shone through, keeping his thoughts to himself as he continued to lead the dance.

#xiv swap prompts #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #old #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #urianger augurelt #y'shtola rhul #thancred waters #g'raha tia #estinien varlineau #estinien x wol #wolstinien #cinnamon ship

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