#I have too many Wols

[remnants-of-a-star]

Ira is from South Shroud, but left when he was 17 to travel a while before the Calamity along with his younger sister. He’s always been a bit of a wanderer and there are very few places he would truly call home. He owned an apartment in the Shroud for a while until housing opened in Ishgard. He’s lived there ever since.

Bram was born and raised in Sharlayan and only left recently to become an adventurer.

Soma was born in the Far East but left when he was very young and doesn’t remember it well. He spent most of his childhood in South Shroud.

Lucius was born and raised in Garlemald. He left in a hurry when he was in his twenties and crash-landed in Thanalan right as the Calamity hit. He’s extremely torn in his feelings towards his homeland and part of him never wishes to return.

Yorha was born and raised in Dalmasca. I do not have much lore about her yet though lol.

Mirabelle was born and raised in Gridania and loves her homeland more than anything.

Alastair spent half his life in Ishgard and the other half in Dravania. He feels a more personal connection to Ishgard even if he has complicated feelings on the city as a whole.

Lilith was adopted and raised in Thanalan. She believes she might have originally been from La Noscea, but doesn’t have any solid evidence of this yet.

Rennir was born and raised on the streets of Limsa Lominsa. He doesn’t have many good memories there, but loves the city all the same.

Prometheus was... born at some point. Somewhere. A VERY long time ago.

oh hey would you look at the time i have another wol question for ya

where is your wol/oc from?

is it one of the major cities? somewhere outside eorzea? is it where their family is from? do they consider it home? how often do they visit and do they wish they visited more?

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 11 - Loss

[plounce]

thancred can no longer teleport - thats why he was stuck in the dravanian forelands, after all. however i do think that other people can teleport him - we see him get teleported in early endwalker, for example (via an experimental technique - but still, that was someone else tping him). so i imagine that as long as he's close with someone and they intend to take him along, he can click "accept teleport" like we can and be swept away. he just can't make his own flow of aether go outward like that. but if other people's aether goes to his, he can hold onto it. like how he can use the special cartridges but other people have to charge them for him. hey wait can we read this as another metaphor for his emotional constipation and need to connect/rely on others. hang on

[fisheem4mmal]

FFXIV doodle

[wol-questions]

Has your WoL actually read the books they claim to have read?

[justalittleraven]

LFRP/FFXIV Friends

Hi! I'm Nihil, or Raven to some, and I'm looking for more people to RP or just chat with about FFXIV ocs, lore, and RP. I have a fair few ocs at this point, and most are listed below.

Feel free to message me/send asks! Important to note: I don't do ingame RP, as I prefer writing multi-paragraph (usually 2 to 3 paragraphs) messages and replies.

Any prompt lists are welcome, I've reblogged a few with #oc ask game, first tag on this post.

Etain Snowdrift - Stoneheart Mercenary

NonWol - She/her - Aromantic Pansexual - Not looking for romance but open for rp

Rage is what defines her, towards any and all authority. She has been wronged many times in her life, abandoned in the Brume, being left for dead by her mercenary band. Despite life's trials and tribulations, she continues on, one step at a time, trying to make sense of a world she views as so very hostile.

She can be found in any corner of Eorzea, and at times beyond. She frequently takes work as a mercenary, trying to gather any information she can on her former band and where each member has gone.

Erravi goe Corvus - Garlean Gone Astray

NonWOL - He/Him - Some Flavor of Queer - lfrp

As his name would suggest, Erravi (or simply Avi to those close to him) is a Garlean deserter. He served for nearly a decade, until he was deemed more of a liability than a resource and his superiors ordered his execution. Left in the snow, near death from bloodloss and hypothermia, is usually where his story starts.

Idun - Budding Blood Mage

NonWOL - He/They - Gay - Shipped (It's complicated) - not for romantic rp

A young Veena only in his 20s, they fled their master after enduring vicious attacks due to not perceiving themself as being male. Since, he has taken up work as a dancer, traveling around Eorzea before meeting a certain unscrupulous doctor in Ishgard. They are affectionately described as a "temperamental little spitfire".

Domitien Ormesang - Cursed Marksman

NonWOL - He/Him - Gay - Heartbroken and Recovering (and shipped) - not lfrp

He was not always a wanderer, in fact he was a weaver of some renown from Gridania before deciding to set out for Ishgard with his companion and lover. They suffered a terrible fate on that journey, however, leading to his lover's soul being consumed by the cursed weapon that he now carries. Now he searches for a way to break the curse and put his lover's soul to rest, by any means necessary.

Micans Lilius - Naturalborn Lightwarden

WOL - He/Him - Gay - Shipped (Soulmates Beyond Time) - not lfrp

Micans was born in Garlean territory, the youngest of four children. His mother passed away shortly after his birth, something his father blamed him for until his dying day. Before that though, it was 12 years after Micans' birth that his father almost killed him, leaving him with a scar from the gunshot. His siblings bid him to run, and so he did, eventually making his way to Eorzea and starting his journey as the Warrior of Light. At times he believes Hydaelyn made the right choice, as the very Crystal of Light She bestowed upon him was furthering his light poisoning.

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY IX: SUN

Wherever she treads, the stories grow—like blossoming wildflowers to some, like weeds to others. To her enemies she is the soldier, the warrior, a weapon forged in the blazing crucible of Garlemald’s military, stolen by their foes and unleashed to bring doom upon them. To her allies she is the saviour, the guardian, a shining beacon sent to shield them from harm. But regardless of where she goes or which story she embodies, there is always one constant: she is a daughter of the dark burning bright, with the power to harness the sun’s flames.

[moscovium291]

something ive been thinking about doing for a while is writing up a longform wolfic where i chronicle my catgirlsona's trek through ffxiv . "ok why are you talking about that here that sounds mostly normal albeit kind of fandom-y" well you see i want it to also be a slow burn fetish discovery weight gain fic. and also i want dulia chai to fuck me in it (this would explicitly be framed as her cheating on her husband (based))

[lavampira]

speaking my truth but if I have any notp in this game it’s the portrayal of romantic fraysid ngl

[nabaath-areng]

long time no estieeha

my eyes hurt a lot so couldnt be bothered to tweak or edit much if at all

[storytellers-and-co]

Tansui's Adventures - #9, Allies and Enemies

By the time Tansui had delivered the treats and gotten the news, it was starting to be evening again - and he was more than ready to just curl up by the stairs and sleep. However, Papashan informed the thaumaturge about something alarming… 

Someone of importance had gone missing. And the rounds were to find some clues. And now, knowing someone was out there, alone and possibly in danger, how was Tansui supposed to sleep? Answer, they couldn’t. And thus, the new mage set for searching this missing person. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long - natural curiosity and their ability to attract situations was for once playing in their favour… until, as the roguishly handsome stranger with white hair and quick with so fittingly put it, the dead came out to play. 

Tansui hadn’t fought against Voidsent in what felt like years, and yet they’d always remember the stench of one. Thankfully though, they had some help this time - the stranger taking majority of the heat while Tansui could focus on slinging his spells. Magic from both the mage in training and the Voidsent flashed in the night, illuminating the otherwise dark landscape - the steel of the strangers sword glinting at every spell and attack slung. 

Even when additional company was brought in, or when the claws came far too close for comfort, or when they were starting to run awfully low on fire-power for a short moment, Tansui felt oddly at ease - knowing someone was there, had his back for however short of a moment, that they weren’t in this alone for once was a comforting thought. 

One last Astral Fire was what finally took the Voidsent down, allowing Tansui to take a step back, catch his breath, and let the stranger help with the lady. She was apparently his responsibility, or some sort - Tansui might’ve slipped on his focus roughly there, distracted by a crystal on the ground….

[non-sims]

me: man I think I really actually want to try to get into ff14. me @ me: no just constantly rewatch all the trailers to get your fill.

[cherrymangos]

whaaaat i'm actually drawing??

[bespectacledpaladin]

As he looked to the sunset-painted skies beyond the airborne islands, his eyes caught Lila's silhouette as she stood at the rocky edge of the island, her form still, silent, aimless, her gaze fixed upon the horizon and beyond, her mind lost in the fathomless ocean of her thoughts... A deep sigh of worry left his lungs as he turned his gaze to her, the concern he yet bore for his close and trusted friend an ever-present stone among the many gathering in the pit of his heart, even more so now, with the signs of the turmoil thundering in her soul as pure crystal in their clarity, a turmoil that ripped chunks from her inner flesh and festered in the wounds it had left. Warrior of Light or not, she was his friend, pure and simple.  "Lila...? Is...aught amiss?" Alphinaud knew full well of what maelstrom yet churned within her as he asked, but it would be remiss of him to not extend a hand of concern at the sight of a friend in the throes of thought as her mind lingered on her agony. "Oh," Lila smiled pensively as she briefly turned to face him upon her ear catching the sound of his voice, "hey, Alphinaud. Look, don't worry about me, I'm...I'm fine, okay?" With a deep, wistful sigh, Lila again turned her eyes to the expanse of clouds set against the horizon, her mind pondering the radiant golden sunset...there was a time when she would gladly drink in such sunsets, watching as the sky ignited with luminous hues of orange and gold as the sun dipped below the hills of her native Thanalan in her youth, but now...it seemed such a spectacle held a whole new meaning to her... "Beautiful, isn't it..." she mused, her eyes pensive as her lips remained cast with a somewhat ambivalent smile, "...the sunset. When we...when we stormed the Vault...the sunset looked just like this...I remember it so...clearly. I used to love sunsets like this when I was a little girl, but...I guess it's just bad memories now.." "I suppose...that would be so, after...everything..." Alphinaud sighed, the weight upon her shoulders yet again spilling over onto his own, his heart feeling the ache in her words as they fell upon his ears.  "Alphinaud...may I ask you something?" A cloud of grave solemnity darkened Lila's voice as she turned to him, the lingering ache of her tumult painfully evident. "B-by...by all means," Alphinaud assured, shrugging his shoulders briefly as she took a deep breath.  "Would you...would you call me selfish if I said that...a part of me wants to head back to Ishgard?" Needless to say, Alphinaud found himself mildly vexed by Lila's question, a perplexed furrow forming in his brow, but it took little thought for his mind to ascertain why she would be asking such a thing. "This is...this is about Haurchefant, is it not? Lila?" "It's just that..." she continued, attempting to unstick the words from her throat, pushing through the struggle to give a voice to the nebulous swirl churning in her core, "I'm...I know how important this mission is...Thordan needs to pay for what he and his rat-faced dog have done, and Twelve as my WITNESS I shall be the one to make that snake pay...but..." "But..." Alphinaud cocked his head to the side, pointed ears drooping with vexation as he followed Lila's words.  "But...now that I'm here...it dawned on me just how far away from Ishgard I am right now...how far away from Haurchefant I am. As important as this mission is, and as much as I want to find those fiends and plunge my sword straight into their rotten hearts...I want to...I want to be with Haurchefant, I want to be by his side, I HAVE to be. I feel...almost like I've left him on his own...what if something happens, and I'm not there by his side? He could still die for all I know, and I won't be there..." Not even the sunset reflected in the lenses of her glasses could hide the shadows the looming grief within her cast to her eyes, nor could they hide the tears that threatened to break from them as she brought her woes to light, the lump in her throat growing with each word she spoke. 

Recreated another scene from my AU fic in gpose form! I would recreate more scenes but I only have the vanilla gpose option since I play the game on PS4 so...yeah :/

You can read the whole fic on AO3 here! :3

[meowww-ffxiv]

Btw Yukinko is moving on after EW lol.

I think for him, what I'm going to try to do is tell a story of partings. A complete parting, free of regrets, where you miss what you had but you were at peace with the fact that it had ended.

Mordred tended to struggle a lot with endings, even though he'd learned to accept it. Liios doesn't have the mental capacity to really process them or care enough to process them in a way...

So I'll do this with Yukinko. Not just with Zenos, but with his past and the pain he harbored there.

[wildstar25]

Imagining a situation where G'raha, Arsay, and Y'shtola are at the Bismark for lunch and run into V'kebbe. Arsay introduces her partners to her guildmate as any good friend would. V'kebbe takes one look at the both of them and has to hold back a chuckle because she finally understands where she fell on the "Arsay's type" scale.