#Eula Darnus

[knights-of-ishgard]

[burden-of-the-son]

Day 6: celebrating an early Christmas

It's close enough to July anyway not to mention that there's already Halloween and Christmas event going on where I live right now

Bonus: Possessed Y'shtola, don't give her a can of Monster xD

[charactersmashorpass-2]

"she'll Ravensbeak your divebussy"

[greatlordfluffernutter]

Did not know about Eula van Darnus, I just assumed that Bahamut had force-femmed Nael for some reason.

[clockworkdragonffxiv]

@sasslett Nael van Darnu, aka The White Raven, aka Eula Darnus, was the final boss of 1.0. Tried to destroy the world by dropping a moon that wasn't really a moon on the planet because she was special levels of snakefuckingly insane.

So for players who'd encountered her in Bahamut's Coils or in 1.0, her showing up in that fight when you cracked open the Weapon was very much an "Oh fuck me" moment. Because the WoL has canonically fought her before, and killed her probably at least twice by now, and knows both how dangerous and how utterly bugnuts she is.

Bring unto mine enemies crushing defeat, that they might know despair without end! And claim thee thus the victory which thou wert once denied!

[autumnslance]

[Muscular arm hand clasp meme, with “Eula Darnus” on the left, “Lyse Hext” on the right, and where their hands grip at the center top says “Written into a corner of being emotionally broken by a sibling’s loss to took on their identity to continue sibling’s work.”]

Since it’s come up recently.

(and we know Eula was a retcon for sure, though they try real hard to avoid saying the word “retcon” and said they went back and wrote that she’d always been a woman actually and created a story to support and gang, that’s a retcon...)

[blossom-of-kaleidos]

well if no one else is gonna fill the eula/nael tags then they won't mind if i do so with my own self indulgent shit right?

[ commission from koginaki on twitter! ]

[pyjamaenzel]

moonstruck

[cfs-melkire]

This gets even funnier when you remember that Coerthas is not naturally a cold climate region, the reason it's like that in the present day is that the fall of Dalamud and Bahamut did a complete number on the geographical weather and caused an aetheric imbalance. Coerthas used to be green highlands! As recently as five years prior to A Realm Reborn!

As a reminder, Dalamud falling was a result of Project Meteor as pushed through by Nael van Darnus (who turned out to actually be his deceased and grief-driven sister, Eula, who at some point got tempered by Bahamut, but let that go).

The Garleans literally clowned themselves by starting construction on Castrum Aquilonis, dropping an orbital space station onto the planet, fucking up the Coerthan weather, saying "nah fam this ain't it, it's too cold," and LEAVING, all while the Ishgardians said, "Huh, well I guess this is what we do now," and proceeded to sip down the rest of their tea and lick the communal salt rock one last time before donning full armor again and marching back out to the Convictory to freeze to death because Fury damn it all, there's still a war with Nidhogg on!

one of my favorite bits of minor coerthan lore is that there's an abandoned castrum (castrum aquilonis) that they stopped construction on because of how tremendously shitty coerthan weather is now. the garleans -- from garlemald! notorious for its harsh conditions and shitty weather! -- took one look around coerthas and said, "actually, fuck this."

this is after they sent a spy to infiltrate ishgard & lost her. thing is, lucia received the ranking of "goe" before her defection: that places her at the same social rank as rulers of imperial territories and provinces, and among the frumentarii, it would indicate leadership. she was not just a normal field operative, she was a major resource for the empire. and she took one look at aymeric and said, "ummmm yeah i'm catholic now."

ishgard racking up Ws and clowning on the most powerful country in the known world at every turn just by existing in the mountains and having cold weather and hot elves. that is so funny to me

[lenthes]

[knights-of-ishgard]

[elizkras]

The White Raven

[chryza]

Yall have to understand, Coils of Bahamut is my favorite FFXIV raid series. I am frequently reading Reddit threads about mechanics, lore, and otherwise. And never once did I ever come across anyone saying anything about Eula Darnus. What.

How do you go a year waist-high wading through ancient Reddit threads and immersing yourself in a video game and not learn foR A YEAR. I was TODAY YEARS OLD. When I learned that NAEL VAN DARNUS WAS HIS SISTER ALL ALONG. WHAT.

[ffxivnaelvandarnus]

[ladyramora]

I'd like to see some more stuff with some waifus (I LOVE the husbands, but your last post made me want to see more of the girls) if that's alright with you?(and if you feel like it of coarse). what would they do if WoL got a bunch of love letters from fans or people they've helped and Wol doesn't want to be rude and throw them out without at least reading them first

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Alisaie

“Twelve, look at all of them!” Alisaie exclaims, crouching down beside you as the Scions delivery moogle tips their delivery bag upside down, dumping a truly ridiculous pile of letters in front of you.

You stare at the pile with wide eyes, feeling impossibly overwhelmed. What had you been thinking, to read all of them instead of simply doing away with them?

Alisaie bumps your shoulder, and you turn to her with a helpless expression.

“Ah, don’t make such a face!” Alisaie says with a laughing smile. That leveilleur snark in full force with the curve of her lips and twist of her wrist as she gestures to the overwhelmingly mountainous pile. “It’s obvious you’ll need assistance, of course. And who am I to deny my dear friend aid?”

Your frown turns upside down at that, and you fling your arms around her in a grateful hug, gushing, “Alisaie! Thank you!”

Alisaie squirms in your arms, blushing bright pink from cheeks to eartips. “D-don’t get all excited! I’m just offering to help, not take on the entirety of the work! These are letters for you after all!”

Alisaie makes an adorable squeak as you rub your cheek against hers, still very much grateful as you squeeze her again, pecking a kiss on her rose flushed cheek.

“You are the sweetest, Alisaie!”

Alisaie smacks a hand to her cheek as you release her, looking at you with the most endearingly flustered expression.

“W… Well!” She clears her throat, shifting a little further away before sitting down carefully in her skirt.

She sniffs haughtily, tugging at her skirt. “Divvy it up, won’t you?”

You do so, halving the pile so you each have equal, smaller - albeit still quite large, piles.

Alisaie is quick to read through letters, tossing aside those she deems ‘old, outdated’ or just simply ‘rubbish’.

You watch her in awe, struck by her swift reading ability. Her own pile quickly diminishing in size whilst your own stays its sizable mound.

You smile, tossing the open letter in your hand to the discard pile, and then pluck another one from the unopened pile.

You look up as Alisaie makes an odd sound. Her eyes are focused on the letter in your hand as she blurts out, “That one for the rubbish pile!”

Ah, but.. “I haven’t read it yet?” You break the seal on the letter, unfolding the pages inside and then blink in surprise at the familiar hand written across the pages.

It… was a love letter?

A love letter that falls from your hands as Alisaie literally tackles you.

Your breath leaves you in a startled huff,  your hands settling on Alisaie’s waist as she reaches over you and snatches the letter up.

“Rubbish, absolute rubbish!” She says feverishly, tearing up the letter with extreme prejudice. Her face is red.

You blink up at her, squeezing her waist gently. “Alisaie,” You murmur to her softly. “Did you write that?”

Alisaie is breathing hard, shredded parchment scattering about like confetti as she frowns with clear embarrassment.

“You were never supposed to know! I don’t know how that got there! I never sent it!” She says miserably, her voice choking with emotion. You feel your heart in your throat as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Just… just don’t say anything, all right?” Alisaie closes her eyes, rubbing at her eyelashes with the back of her wrists, some bits of parchment still clutched in her fisted hands. “I know it’ll never happen. I know I’m not your favorite!”

You give an incredulous sigh, shaking your head. “Alisaie, you do yourself a great disservice.” How could she possibly think so little of herself?

Alisaie sniffs wetly. “How so?”

You smile, sitting up with her still on top of you, sending her sprawling into your lap as you catch her with your hands.

“I was trying very hard not to play favorites, but…”

Alisaie is wide eyed as you lean in, a startled, breathy, “what,” leaving her lips as you lower your face to hers.

You kiss her. Only a chaste brushing of lips, but Alisaie looks at you like you’ve flipped her whole world.

“But…?” Alisaie squeaks.

You sigh. “Do I have to kiss you again?”

Alisaie is terribly charming all red cheeked. “Yes,” She says, biting at her lip. “I’m your favorite?”

You kiss her, soft and sweet. Warmed by the way Alisaie melts into you.

She looks all kinds of smug when you lean away again.

“I’m your favorite!” She’s positively gleeful.

You smile at her. “Planning to brag?”

Alisaie cups your face, blue eyes sparkling at you. She is so adorable.

“Can I?”

You laugh. “If it pleases you. Will you tell me what the rest of the letter said?” You had only been able to skim bits of that first page, but there had been at least three.

Alisaie grins. “Never.”

You shrug. “Fair enough.”

You’ll convince her eventually. You were nothing if not persistent.

 - - -

Cirina

Cirina gives a soft gasp at the amount of letters that pile onto the green grass.

“There are so many… Of course, you are such a warrior that should be admired so!” Cirina says, gifting you with that gentle smile of hers.

You sit yourself next to her, pulling a pile towards you to start sifting through. “Thank you for offering to help. I never would have gotten far on my own.”

Cirina gives a breathy giggle. “How funny a picture for the khagan to be bested by simple letters when they triumphed so impressively in the Nadaam!”

You smile, charmed by her elegant mannerisms. “I am glad that you find such amusing.”

Cirina smiles behind her hand, pretty eyes curving with her humor. “Forgive me, my friend. Offense was not meant, truly.”

You shake your head, leaning against her in friendly contact. “It’s alright. I like the sound of your laugh, no matter if you laugh at me or no.”

Cirina dips her head, fair cheeks flushing. “Oh,” She murmurs, peeking at you through her lashes. “Thank you.”

You blink. Oh.

Cirina smiles, covering your hand with hers. Stroking over your hand with soft fingertips. “It is my pleasure to assist you however I am able, my friend.”

You duck your head, slotting your fingers through hers.

Cirina smiles, squeezing your hand and then pulling away to gather up a bundle of letters to place in your lap.

“Let us begin, shall we?”

- - -

Eula  van darnus

Eula regards you lazily, cross-legged with her cheek propped up by her closed fist, elbow resting on her knee.

“You simply cannot stay away, can you?” She purrs, eyes blinking languidly as she gazes at you with the hunger of a predator.

You cock your head to the side, shrugging. “I would, but…” You hold up a stack of letters, all opened. “You keep sending me these sweet little love notes. How can I possibly ignore you?”

Eula tilts her head, blinking slowly. Then, her head tips back, long hair swishing wish her low, throaty laugh. “Love notes?” She cackles madly. “You are funny!”

You grin, plopping down in front of her. Eyeing the shackles on her wrists. “Haven’t broken these ones yet?”

Eula smirks wickedly. “I thought I’d wait. You do so love to tie me up, do you not? Does the sight of me in chains excite you?”

You roll your eyes. “Do you flirt with everyone who visits, or am I just special?”

Eula’s smile drops. “Special indeed. None but you are worth my time, hero.”

- - -

Fordola

Fordola is confused by you. Fordola is usually confused by you, of course.

“I do not understand why you’ve come to me with this,” She mutters. “Do you not have so many friends who would gladly assist you in my stead?”

You shrug easily, dumping a pile of letters between you. “I thought you could use a distraction. And this gave me an excuse to spend a little time in your company.”

Fordola eyes you warily, still unnerved by the fact that you sought her out instead of avoiding her as all others did.

“You are strange,” She says with that perpetual frown. Her eyebrows so constantly furrowed that you are almost certain they’ll get stuck like that.

You smile at her, pushing a pile of letters towards her. “Ready for a bit of light reading?” You joke.

Fordola blinks, and - aha! There! - you see her lip twitch in the barest hint of a smile. “You call this light?”

You grin. “I thought I’d go easy on you for the first pile.”

Fordola’s eyes widen. “There’s more?”

You laugh, “This isn’t even the half of it!”

Fordola crosses her arms. Sharp eyes narrowing. “Am I to be compensated for this then?”

You tilt your head. “Sure,” You agree easily. “What did you have in mind?”

Fordola eyes you, considering. Finally saying after a pause, “…Those provisions you brought last time.”

Snacks, more like. They had mostly been rare treats. Fordola had liked the savory ones. Or mayhap had noticed your preference for the sweeter ones.

You nod along whilst inwardly smiling. “Did you like those? I can bring more.”

Fordola nods. “Acceptable.” And reaches for her first letter.

You do the same, watching her rip open the envelope with a swipe of her finger under the flap.

“Fordola?”

She looks up at you.

You smile at her. “Thank you.”

…

“You’re welcome.”

- - -

Hilda

You look up as Hilda snorts.

“This one is bloody funny, luv!” Hilda chuckles, waving the letter in her hand. “O mine Warrior o’ Light,” Hilda sighs in a breathy voice. “How terribly do I miss yer lovely visage! Your impressive figure! Ah, how it keeps me up at night, jus’ thinkin’ of you!” Hilda tips her head back in a cackling laugh.

Hilda dances away as you try to snatch it from her, those ruby eyes twinkling at you devilishly. Her lips curve, wicked and impish. “Oi, I ain’t finished, darlin’!”

Hilda lets out a huff as you tackle her back into a pile of letters. You reach up, snatching the letter from the air as it falls from her fingers.

You blink down at it, frowning in confusion. “…It doesn’t say that at all?”

You yelp as Hilda traps you between her thighs, rolling you under her. “Well, lookie here,” Hilda drawls, leaning over you with hungry smile. Her hands forcing yours to the ground, shackling your wrists. “I caught meself a Warrior o’ Light!”

Hilda bites her lip, eyeing you like she was thoughtful. “Now jus’ wha’ should I do with ye?”

You flush. “Kiss me? I hope it’s kiss me.”

Hilda flashes her teeth in a sharp little grin. “Aye, a fine idea, that.” And lowers her lips to yours.

- - -

Minfilia

You flop back into a pile of letters, heaving a frustrated sigh. You swish your arms and legs, displacing letters with your motions, and then flipping over on your your belly to groan low in the mound of envelopes.

A soft laugh reaches you then, and you glance up to spy Minfilia looking down at you with a fond smile curling her lips.

She kneels down in front of you, reaching out to stroke a gloved hand over your head. “How about a break, hm?” She says, blue eyes crinkling with her smile.

You nod tiredly. “I am hungry.”

Minfilia grasps your hands, slotting her fingers between your own. Her head dipping down to peck at the corner of your mouth in  the barest of a kiss. “I knew you would be. You’ve been at it for a few bells now. Let us both take a rest, and then we shall return to face the problem together.”

You perk up. “Really? You’re not too busy?”

Minfilia nuzzles her nose against yours. “I have finished mine own work. You needn’t trouble yourself overmuch, my love.”

You pull yourself up with a sigh, curling your arms around her waist in a satisfying hug. Resting your face against her shoulder as you breathe in her sweet smell. “You’re so nice!”

Minfilia laughs. “I should hope you think me thus. Come, come. Let us table this for now, and feed our hungry bellies!”

- - -

Lyse

Lyse rolls around in her own pile of letters, watching you read with a bored look on her face. “I would be concerned for you were you not so capable. Some of these letters come across rather…” She makes a face, “Creepy.”

You nod with an agreeing grimace. Some people took it to a whole new level. Which is why the both of you wear gloves to open these. Who knows what some of these envelopes were coated in?

You look up from your letter as Lyse crawls over her pile of letters to flop into you lap. You huff an amused sigh, patting at her hair as she buries her face against your leg and groans.

“Are we done yet? Can you not simply hand the task off? Alphinaud likes to read, does he not?”

You laugh. “Are you simply trying to shirk responsibility, or are you jealous?”

Lyse turns over on her back, cheeks flushed. “Maybe a little bit of both? I do not like the idea that there are so many out there with these feelings for you.”

You smile down at her, brushing the bangs from her brow as you lean forward to kiss her.

Lyse sighs sweetly, her fingers dragging over your face in the softest of a caress.

You lean back, making a face. “You just touched me with your gloves.”

Lyse laughs. “Sorry!”

- - -

Tataru & Krile

You are distracted from your own reading just watching the two lalafell ladies assisting you. Their easy banter, the laughter and smiles, and how swift they sifted through the pile of letters between you.

“Keep in mind we’ve come to help you,” Krile says teasingly, “Not do all the work for you.”

Tataru smiles, “Twould seem we are winning the race, Lady Krile.”

Krile laughs as she tears open another letter. “I do not blame them for becoming distracted so.” She throws an arm around Tataru, squeezing at the pink haired lalafell as she winks at you. “We are a sight to behold, after all! Beauty and brains!”

Tatatu giggles, touching a gentle hand to Krile’s coat. “Yes, yes. Keep busy, will you? These letters will not read themselves!”

You nod, smiling at the both of them as you resume your work with a smile on your face.

- - -

Y'shtola

Another letter flicked from Y'shtola’s fingers to land in the discard pile. “Another, please.”

You hum, reaching over without looking to hand her another one. Resting comfortably with your head and shoulders in her lap as you read through your own letters.

Y'shtola driving you to almost dozing levels of relaxation with her nails scratching so very gently over your scalp.

“Hm.” Another tossed aside. You hand her another letter wordlessly. Y'shtola rewards you with more affectionate petting, her tail flickering by your cheek. You turn your head with a smile to peck a kiss at the teasing appendage. A breathy sound of amusement through your nose as Y'shtola bops you on the nose with her tail.

“Do not become distracted, dear.” Y'shtola says with mild reproach.

You look up at her with a pout. “But you’re so wonderfully distracting?”

Y'shtola’s eyes shift in your direction, her lips quirking up in a smile. Ears swiveling in the direction of your voice.

“The sooner we finish, the sooner we may proceed to more enjoyable activities.”

You smile, rolling your eyes. “Oh, all right.”

Y'shtola tickles your cheek with playful flicks of her tail. “I knew you would see it my way.”

You stroke your fingers over the silken fur of her tail.  "Don’t I always?“

[karniz]

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