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dragons-bones · 2 months

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"So now that I've finished this set of working rows, I can start the cable row..."

A Blanket Season commission, done by the ever amazing @britishmuffin, of a quiet, soft moment with Dancing Heron and Zero! Zero doesn't quite know what to make of her lady's hobby, but nonetheless, she appreciates both Heron explaining, and the time together it nets them.

#character art #amazing fanart #final fantasy xiv #zero #zero ffxiv #zero x wol #oc: dancing heron #zero x dancing heron #LOOK AT THEM #LOOK. AT. THEM.#LOOK AT MY USELESS LESBIANS #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #muffin ONCE AGAIN absolutely killing it #look at how SOFF they are #god heron is the most beautiful character i've ever created and muffin somehow MADE HER EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL #and then muffin indulged me with heron's knitting hobby and even made it CABLE KNITTING #you cannot begin to imagine how much i squealed over this detail #LOOK.#AT.#THEM.#their expressions are just PERFECT #i want to pinch zero's cheeks #the colors are so superb i picked the outfits and all but muffin did such an amazing job ensuring my girl and my girl's girlfriend #complimented one another even with their radically different color palettes #i have been staring at this for six hours #i mean that literally it's all i did at work today #/showleft #/showright #THEM!

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coeureina · 8 months

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They Can Have the World, We'll Create Our Own.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv screenshots #miqo'te #ffxiv zero #zero x wol #zerowol #final fantasy 14 #miqote #ff14 #Zeryla

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regalblossom · 1 year

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❝ on earth, there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it. ❞

#ffxiv screenshot #zero #miqo'te #zero x wol #ffxiv #visage

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shroudkeeper · 1 year

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𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂 !!

#ffxiv screenshot #ffxiv #gposer #zero x wol #miqo'te #good for them #kikyo takahashi

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abgemeldet · 1 year

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"Sometimes i can hear his Voice"

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rprfloortank · 1 year

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Zero Hachu and Estinien

The maiming class bisexuals

#ffxiv #ffxiv gpose #ff14 gpose #ff14 #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #estinien x wol #estinien #zero ffxiv #ffxiv zero #zero x wol #zero x estinien #zero x WoL x estinien #wolship

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ffxivblackcat · 1 year

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#ffxiv #ffxiv spoilers #ff14 #ffxiv zero #zero x wol #miqo'te #male miqo #ffxiv miqo #ffxiv 6.2

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standardmelancholy · 1 year

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Soon Zero, soon.

"For all her faults, Venat has yet been proven right time and again that in the midst of the darkest night can shine the brightest of lights. To think that simple truth would make itself manifest in so literal a manner. For in a world of darkness, there shone a light brighter than any other yet has in my life."

#ffxiv gpose #gpose #ffxiv screenshots #zerowol #zero x wol

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huntress-of-the-unknown · 1 year

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Zero/WoL for duo bingo!

I mean. I ship Nissa with Zero like... A lot. Almost too much. But it's so sweet! They can be badass together! They can heal from trauma together! They can make mischief together! I know canonically isn't going anywhere, but... Void wives 🖤

#zero 🖤#ooc #zero ffxiv #zero x wol #I need them to cuddle ok #and maybe be poly with ysthola #somebody asked #ask game #thanks for the bingo and the ask!

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driftward · 2 years

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#final fantasy xiv #zero #oc wol #zero x wol #others video #endwalker #i will not be taking questions at this or any other time

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dragons-bones · 8 months

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FFXIV Write Entry #18: A Raven's Shield

Prompt: fish out of water || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Spoilers through Patch 6.4: The Dark Throne. Probably could be considered a sequel to "An Apple a Day (Does Not Keep the Paladin Away)" from earlier this FFXIV Write.

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The chaos of the Final Days had ushered in a wave of adventurers to Radz-at-Han, the Satrap authorizing the hiring of the Guild’s finest to supplement the Radiant Host, and as such Zero attracted little attention despite her black armor and heavy scythe. Even her bafflement over mortal norms could be easily explained away as a foreigner interacting with Thavnair’s culture for the first time. It was the best possible way to avoid any awkward questions, especially since her association with the Warriors of Light would inevitably draw more attention to her.

Though, Dancing Heron thought, it helped when one of those Warriors of Light wasn’t immediately recognized.

Heron was nearly always recognized because of her ubiquitous red and black armor, a set she had taken to wearing in the days after the first Garlean offensive at the Ghimlyt Dark. Combined with her sword and shield and her natural height, there was little question about who she was with how quickly stories were spread about the Warrior of Light. She had taken to dressing down whenever it was feasible to avoid much notice; eyes slid more easily off a roegadyn woman when she was in simple blouses and trousers rather than armor.

A dressed-down roegadyn and a heavily-armored adventurer walking together was a bit of an unusual sight, but not enough to garner more than a second glance.

Today, Heron and Zero wandered one of the bazaars in the northern part of the city, the road wide enough to accommodate a pair of gaja walking side by side even with stalls lining each side of the street. Most of the merchants here were hawking food and produce and cookware: spiced and grilled hamsa served on skewers, barrels of starfuit and langsat and persimmons, beautifully shaped ceramics and shining bronze pots. Locals and adventurers alike were out shopping, and Heron and Zero effectively vanished into the crowd.

Zero had even deigned to leave her scythe behind, which Heron had quietly cheered about in the privacy of her mind, though she had graced Zero with a blinding smile when she’d seen the other woman exit her rooms in Meghaduta without it. Zero had merely blinked and ducked behind the safety of her hat’s brim. Heron knew better than to push.

As happened most often, they walked in comfortable silence. On some of their excursions, Zero would ask questions, but today it seemed she was content to merely observe the people and things around her, sharp eyes missing nothing even as she nibbled with obvious relish on spice-laden meats or fresh mango. It was clear the half-voidsent enjoyed anything strongly flavored, from the lava-like heat of Mehryde’s special curry to intensely sour buttermilk from Corvos to the cloyingly-sweet payasam that she and Synnove would genteelly fight over, and Heron sneakily spent her gil at random stalls to treat Zero to some new taste.

She quite enjoyed how it lit up Zero’s eyes.

Horns suddenly caught their attention, and both stopped to swivel their heads to face east; more than one other adventurer in the crowd did the same. Faintly, Heron could pick out drums, too, and the jangling of bells.

“Oh, hells, that’s today, isn’t it,” the shopkeep at the pottery stall they had halted next to, sighing heavily, but a rueful expression on his face.

Heron put two and two together. “Wedding procession?” she said.

“Aye,” the shopkeep said. “Children of two of the wealthiest merchant families in the city, and all the pomp and gold that entails.”

And that was when the first of the drummers and dancers rounded the corner far down the street.

There was a sudden surge as the crowd realized they needed get out of the way, the adventurers bewildered and the locals either smiling or shaking their heads in frustration. As the press of people grew around them, Heron sighed herself, and let instinct kick in.

“Excuse me,” she said, and wrapped an arm around Zero’s waist.

“What—” Zero didn’t have time to finish her question before she yelped as Heron yanked her off her feet and moved.

Heron was the daughter of two former Sultansworn, the granddaughter and niece of many a bodyguard, and escort missions were her forte in the Adventurers’ Guild: she knew how to get a client out of danger in damned near any situation. And while this crowd was quite different from a panicking mob, some techniques stayed the same.

Zero was by no means a small or slight woman; there was muscle in that lithe frame of hers, well-suited to swinging that monstrous scythe of hers like it was a bamboo practice staff. But Heron was over seven fulms tall and when she planted her feet, not even Tyr could get her to budge. It took no effort at all to heft up Zero, turn to the side, and go shoulder first to push through the heavy throng. Zero, thankfully, seemed to realize Heron knew what she was doing, and let herself be half-carried along with a frustrated breath that huffed over Heron’s collarbone.

There was no point in trying to get off this street entirely: the stores and houses had been built right atop one another, with no room for alleys between, and the next cross street was too far ahead. So, just need to find a free spot out of the crush…there!

A tall stack of crates was set between two stalls, and Heron unceremoniously elbowed her way through. It took but a moment to lift Zero up to sit her on one of the crates just above eye level of most of the crowd. Zero huffed again, ducking behind her hat brim, but she moved sideways and Heron easily pulled herself up to sit next to her.

“Such ridiculous spectacle,” Zero grumbled as she crossed her arms, her cheeks faintly pink.

“Wait until you see what the Ul’dahns can come up with,” Heron drawled. “The Hannish love their reds and golds, but at least wedding colors here aren’t tacky.”

As the dancers and drummers and horn-blowers neared, a white gaja turned the corner far down the street, bedecked in red and gold barding and carrying a palanquin on its back. Even from here, the tiny forms of the bride and groom waving and tossing coins and sweets out to the crowd could be seen. A cheer was going up, and. Yup. There was the gulal, in all the colors of the rainbow.

“Why red?” Zero finally said.

Heron hummed thoughtfully and said, “I know it symbolizes health, in Thavnair.” She started tapping her feet against the wooden crate. “I think it also symbolizes love and purity?” She shook her head. “I don’t know enough to say for certain. Perhaps Varshahn can tell us more, once we get back.”

Zero tilted her head to look directly at her, unblinking. “Red for health,” she said finally. “Is that why you partially color your hair red?”

Heron laughed softly. “Nah,” she said. “Nothing so grandiose. It’s just my favorite color, and I thought I looked good highlighting my natural black.” She reached up to gently tug one of her feathery locks, idly making a note to visit an aesthetician for a trim. “Just never got out of the habit.”

“You do,” Zero said, almost blurting it out. The pink flush was back on her cheeks and Heron couldn’t help but notice just how it softened her features. “Look good with the red, that is.”

Heron felt a flush creep up her own cheeks. “Thank you,” she said, her voice only a tiny bit high-pitched.

After a moment, another set of tapping heels joined Heron. Heron grinned and bumped her shoulder against Zero’s. She grinned wider when she caught a glimpse of a tiny small tugging on the other woman’s lips.

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coeureina · 8 months

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